In a secret room at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"Itadori..."
Nobara Kugisaki looked around. "Are we really allowed to sneak in here and watch TV?"
"We're supposed to be in class right now!"
"I think it's probably because Gojo-sensei gave us his tacit approval." Megumi Fushiguro folded his arms and looked at the bear-shaped doll on the table. "That should be a cursed corpse Principal Yaga made. That's just how Gojo-sensei is."
Remembering how unreliable the man had been when teaching him and his upperclassman Okkotsu, Megumi Fushiguro couldn't help the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"I wonder how Sensei's doing in Kyoto." Megumi Fushiguro looked toward Tokyo.
Deep in the woods beside a highway at night.
"Are you sure Satoru Gojo will pass through here?" A blue, one-eyed cursed spirit looked at the man beside him and asked quietly, uncertain.
"Of course." Kenjaku smiled faintly, brimming with confidence. "My informant has already given me all the information, and with that Kokichi Muta from before..."
"All our plans are about to come to fruition."
"Hmph, I'm afraid we won't need your plans!" The blue cursed spirit, Jogo, sneered confidently, then made sure to tell Hanami, who stood beside Kenjaku, "Don't interfere later. Satoru Gojo is nothing..."
"I'll handle him with ease!"
Kenjaku smiled helplessly. "Hanami, don't let Jogo die. Step in when you need to."
His expression suddenly tightened, and he said gravely, "He's here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kenjaku hurried away, not daring to linger.
On the highway, a black sedan stopped. Satoru Gojo stood with his hands in his pockets, looking speechlessly at Ijichi inside the car. "What kind of person do you take me for..."
Ijichi gave an awkward smile from inside. After all, this senior of his had the worst personality of the