Mahito

Sukuna flew backward several meters like a kite with its string cut, his face seething with displeasure. How could he not be furious after being toyed with like that?

He clenched his fists, ready to attack Satoru Gojo again, but unfortunately, his ten seconds were up. Yuji Itadori regained control of his body!

He was about to explode with rage. Two bastards had toyed with him the moment he came out, and before he could settle the score, this brat had suppressed him again.

Was there no justice left in the world? No law and order? He was so frustrated he could have coughed up blood.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to control him. This is nothing short of a miracle!"

As Satoru Gojo spoke, he walked over to Yuji Itadori and pressed two fingers against his forehead under his bewildered gaze.

Yuji Itadori immediately lost consciousness, as though his soul had been pulled out, and Satoru Gojo caught him.

"What did you do?"

Seeing this, Megumi Fushiguro's heart leaped into his throat. He feared that one careless move from Satoru Gojo might kill Yuji Itadori.

"Don't worry. I only put him to sleep. If Sukuna hasn't possessed him by the time he wakes up, then he might really be a 'vessel'!"

After saying that, Satoru Gojo turned to Megumi Fushiguro and Yuanfang with a mischievous grin and asked:

"What do you think we should do with him?"

"Under jujutsu regulations, Itadori is subject to execution. But I don't want him to die!"

Megumi Fushiguro knew Satoru Gojo could protect Yuji Itadori, so his voice carried a pleading note.

"I feel pretty much the same!"

Yuanfang, who knew the plot well, said little else. He knew the protagonist wouldn't die.

It was just that the manga's plot fell apart somewhat later on, leaving even its protagonist, Yuji Itadori, with hardly any role.

"Personal feelings!"

Satoru Gojo suddenly turned stern. His covered eyes seemed to shoot two icy beams as he stared fixedly at Yuanfang and Megumi Fushiguro!

Of course, with his eyes covered, they couldn't actually see it, but they could feel it.

"It's a request. Please find a way!"

"Yeah!"

Seeing Megumi Fushiguro and Yuanfang pleading with him, Satoru Gojo couldn't help smiling.

"Since my adorable students have asked so nicely, leave it to me!"

With that, he slung Yuji Itadori over his shoulder and vanished in a flash of lightning!

"Phew!"

With Yuji Itadori's life secured, Megumi Fushiguro finally breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed into a sitting position on the ground, feeling as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him!

"Get some rest!"

As he helped Megumi Fushiguro back to the dorm, Yuanfang couldn't help reflecting on how he had gone through all that after receiving only a simple dressing at the hospital:

They really are a pair of bros. They'll do anything to keep each other alive.

Morning came.

Satoru Gojo let Yuji Itadori leave to take care of his personal affairs, then told him to return to Jujutsu High with him afterward.

All of that was thanks to Yuji Itadori showing no abnormalities after waking up. Otherwise, Satoru Gojo might have "snuffed him out"!

Satoru Gojo was summoned by the higher-ups to discuss what to do with Yuji Itadori.

Those people desperately wanted to eliminate Yuji Itadori, but Satoru Gojo firmly refused. Although they resented it, they didn't dare do anything openly.

Since Megumi Fushiguro had been injured yesterday and needed to rest today, Yuanfang didn't need to take him out to train. He decided to wander around alone and look for ways to improve his strength.

After yesterday's battle, Yuanfang understood that expanding his domain was more important.

But once his domain expanded, if he wasn't strong enough, he could be killed in an instant. In that case, no matter how large his domain was, it would be useless.

"Ugh, what the hell? Why are they all trash?"

Yuanfang was still somewhat annoyed. He had easily disposed of a small-fry cursed spirit, but after absorbing its cursed energy, he found that his body hadn't changed at all.

"There were plenty of stronger cursed spirits in the anime. Why can't I run into any of them?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help touching the two Fingers in his trouser pocket, growing even more annoyed.

For some reason, after his endless extraction, the two Fingers seemed to have developed lives of their own, releasing only a negligible amount of cursed energy.

"Maybe I could use them as bait to lure in cursed spirits... Nah, better forget it."

The moment that thought surfaced, Yuanfang ruthlessly rejected it. He might attract more than just cursed spirits-jujutsu sorcerers could come too.

"To think I'd run into such an unusual little mouse. Looks like I'm in luck!"

Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the dark alley behind Yuanfang, a mocking smile playing on his lips!

He wore an ordinary blue short-sleeved shirt, but his grayish-white skin clashed starkly with it, making him look like a cold corpse.

Shocking lines of stitches marked his skin, and his blue hair reached his shoulders.

Yuanfang turned around and got a clear look at him. A smile crept onto his own face as well.

He recognized this fellow. It was none other than the utterly detestable Mahito.

But at that moment, Mahito looked so endearing to Yuanfang, so delightful!

"You can actually see me, and you're not afraid. This just keeps getting more interesting!"

Mahito's smile widened. He hadn't seen anyone like this in all this time.

He couldn't sense a trace of cursed energy in this man, yet the man could see him-and looked at him as though he were prey.

That made him intensely curious about just what sort of person this man was.

With a spring in his step, Mahito raced toward Yuanfang like the wind!

Yuanfang remained completely unfazed, simply watching in silence.

Smack!

In no time, Mahito's palm pressed down over Yuanfang's face with overwhelming force.

"Ah, looks like I was mistaken. You're just an idiot. How utterly boring!"

Like a child who had lost an entertaining toy, Mahito looked deeply disappointed and instantly activated his cursed technique!

But a moment later, Mahito noticed something was wrong.

He had clearly activated his cursed technique, yet this man hadn't changed at all. That shouldn't have been possible!

Boom!

Yuanfang raised his foot and delivered a seemingly effortless kick to Mahito's body, sending him flying like a kite with its string cut.

Yet the smile on Yuanfang's face remained incredibly gentle as he said softly:

"I do have some confidence in my looks, but isn't touching my face the moment we meet a little much?"

Mahito lay on the ground, stunned for two seconds, then suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha... This is so interesting! I'll make you my most perfect creation!"

He swiftly scrambled to his feet and charged at Yuanfang again.

At the same time, his arm transformed in an instant into a sharp, curved blade, glinting coldly.