``` [The overall course of events progressed even more smoothly than the logical model you had initially constructed in your mind.]
[However, after you revealed the elaborate production method and underlying code for the "Fully Independent Cursed Corpse" without reservation before all the higher-ups...]
[Those old men, accustomed to controlling everything, made an entirely predictable demand under the pretext of a "safety assessment," preserving the last shred of their dignity as authorities and indulging their suspicious nature. They demanded that Great Sage, the original prototype, remain alone at the center of power for a while.]
[Your brain, like a precision instrument, supplied the answer instantly. Clearly, they intended to secretly gather every craftsman and sorcerer in Jujutsu Society with relevant experience to subject this Cursed Corpse to exhaustive reverse engineering and thorough dissection.]
[Faced with this attempt to steal the technological core, you agreed calmly without the slightest hesitation.]
[Naturally, you had no reason to refuse, because you knew better than anyone that this was a wall of despair they could never surmount, even with everything they had.]
[Events unfolded step by step, as though following the script you had written to the letter.]
[You had no idea how many so-called experts the higher-ups secretly invited over those seven days to scratch their heads over Great Sage.]
[By the time an entire week had passed, even Masamichi Yaga, your teacher in name, had been urgently summoned by the desperate higher-ups.]
[When Masamichi Yaga pushed open the heavy door to Jujutsu High's Underground Workshop again, his expression held a weariness and complexity he could hardly conceal. Beside him walked the completely unharmed Great Sage doll, which the higher-ups had reluctantly returned.]
[From Masamichi Yaga's account, delivered with a wry smile, you roughly reconstructed the scene.]
[The higher-ups had urgently summoned him,