"He's lost his mind."
Satoru Gojo sounded rather languid as he watched the man racing through the cemetery in terror. The hand in his palm felt a little cold.
Miwa Chisei knew that Miwa Yuto might have been used without even realizing it.
Was it that group of cursed spirits?
The branch family and the Main Branch had become enemies. The Jujutsu Higher-Ups would simply reach their verdict on that basis. After all, the evidence was conclusive, and the culprit was incapable of defending himself.
"Even if he took over the Main Branch, some things would never change."
Miwa Chisei sighed. Satoru Gojo's large hand held hers gently, as though he was worried she might lose her way.
"This has something to do with those special grade cursed spirits. I don't care who used whom, but the person who knows the Miwa Family Technique isn't Miwa Yuto."
Satoru Gojo lifted Miwa Chisei's beautiful, delicate hand before his eyes, turning it over to admire it. Then his voice brightened with excitement.
"Speak of the devil."
Miwa Chisei paused, then looked up past Satoru Gojo. Two familiar cursed spirits had appeared behind him.
Mahito sat casually on Miwa Ayaki's gravestone, while Hanami summoned branches to bind Miwa Yuto. The old man groaned in pain.
"Let me see-not that blond man this time?"
Mahito smiled playfully, looking a little disappointed. Apparently, Kento Nanami's powerful blows had left a lasting impression on him-the sort that made him desperate to kill the man.
Hanami, however, instantly sensed the unfathomable aura emanating from this silver-haired man in bandages.
"Mahito, be careful. This man is strong. He's on a completely different level from the blond man."
"Is that so? Is that so?"
At those words, Mahito's smile faded, and his face filled with a chilling gloom.
"What