"Kenjaku, how do you think we should deal with Sukuna's vessel once we lure him here?"
Mahito strolled idly down the street, counting on his fingers. "Do we just persuade him to work for us?"
Kenjaku, wearing a black hat that concealed his stitches, smiled. "Of course not."
"I have a finger here. If you get a chance, just feed it to him."
"What's your goal?" Mahito looked at Kenjaku suspiciously. "Is feeding him a finger really all you want?"
"Of course." Kenjaku's smile remained unchanged.
"Oh, all right." Seeing that Kenjaku wasn't telling the truth, Mahito didn't dwell on it. Scheming with the man before him was undoubtedly like bargaining with a tiger for its hide, but the cursed spirits really had no better way forward.
"Then go get ready. Jujutsu High has only sent two Grade 1 Sorcerers to investigate you so far. Be careful."
Kenjaku reminded him, "I'll let you know if a Special Grade shows up."
"Relax, relax."
Mahito waved dismissively. "I'm not as straightforward as Jogo. If I run into a Special Grade, I'll run away immediately~"
"Still, it'd be nice if I could fly through the sky like Yugao. Then no jujutsu sorcerer could catch me!"
Mahito suddenly grew excited. "Could I change the shape of my soul and grow wings?"
"Let's hope so." Kenjaku glanced at Mahito, then turned to leave, muttering to himself:
"That cursed spirit called Yugao really has grown quickly. In less than a year, they've already learned a Maximum Technique..."
Mahito was the key to his current plan, but he kept having an uneasy feeling, as though some invisible force were resisting him.
Kenjaku took his phone from his pocket and narrowed his eyes at the message on its screen. "Ze Zenin... you've made your move too, just as