Half a month later.
Tokyo, Shibuya.
Wangchuan stood beside the railing of a high-rise balcony, his hands resting on it as he looked down at the street below.
Traffic, pedestrians, traffic lights, people lining up outside a convenience store-normal, ordinary daily life that bore no connection to the ruins from half a month ago.
He watched for a while, then withdrew his gaze and turned to glance at the distant sky.
"Time to start cleaning up."
His voice was quiet, as though he were talking to himself.
Utahime Iori's voice came from the room behind him, slightly muffled through the glass door.
"Wangchuan, Choso's here to see you."
He turned his head and called back into the room.
"Send him out to the balcony."
"Okay."
Half a minute later, the balcony door opened, and Choso walked out.
He wore a dark jacket over an ordinary shirt, looking no different from the office workers filling the streets.
Seeing Ishikawa beside the railing, Choso walked over and stopped two steps away, bowing his head slightly.
"Mr. Wangchuan."
His tone was earnest and respectful.
That respect came not from fear, but genuine gratitude.
If not for this man, he and his eight younger brothers would still be monsters, still stuck in that sewer of a place.
This man had also helped them find their tenth brother, Yuji Itadori.
Although nothing had been said on Itadori's end yet, they had found him, and he was alive and well. That mattered more than anything.
"What are your orders?"
Wangchuan turned around and leaned against the railing, looking at Choso.
"There's something I need you to do."
"Go ahead."
"Kill all the Jujutsu Higher-Ups."
Choso's expression did not change.
"As for the Three Great Families, the Zenin Clan has no reason to exist anymore. Kill them