Not only had everyone from Jujutsu High attended the meeting, but the Jujutsu Higher-Ups had also sent representatives to join the discussion.
"No."
Satoru Gojo's expression was grim as he flatly rejected the Assistant Managers' report.
"There's no way I'm letting Qianxing enter the Curtain alone."
The atmosphere around the conference table was oppressive. Miwa Chisei rested her cheek on her hand, her thoughts unreadable.
The elders of the Jujutsu Higher-Ups exchanged glances. Their voices softened considerably, as though trying to reason with him.
"None of us want to bow to Kamo Tetsuya and the cursed spirits, but Shibuya Station overlaps with the underground shopping district. A conservative estimate puts the number of people trapped there at ten thousand."
"Satoru Gojo, you, Suguru Geto, and Yuta Okkotsu may all be Special Grade Sorcerers, but if you act rashly, they could begin a massacre."
"Besides, Miwa Chisei's strength is already at special grade. She won't be killed so easily."
The Jujutsu Higher-Ups' reasoning was fairly rational. After all, they had the advantage in strength.
Miwa Chisei understood why Satoru Gojo refused. The Jujutsu Higher-Ups apparently didn't know what the Miwa family's bloodline could truly be used for.
They've shifted their target to me. Are Kamo Tetsuya and the others simply ignoring Satoru Gojo?
Or am I a specific condition required to seal Satoru Gojo?
"I'm bait."
Miwa Chisei spoke with certainty, taking Satoru Gojo's hand.
"I'm the bait they're using to catch you, if they have that cursed tool."
Satoru Gojo's voice was icy when he answered, and a chill spread through the conference room.
"But you're still their ultimate target."
Miwa Chisei was also considering another question: how should she respond if they threatened her with the lives of the ordinary people inside Shibuya Station?
To slaughter so many ordinary