By now, Junpei should have successfully completed his enrollment at Jujutsu High under Principal Yaga and Satoru Gojo's arrangements.
As for the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event, there was still a little time before it began.
For Madara, this was the perfect time to prepare his "trump cards."
Out at sea stood a special prison, isolated from the world.
Those held here were all "special prisoners" who had committed serious crimes and been sentenced to life imprisonment or even death, yet could not simply be executed for various reasons.
The prison stood on an isolated island, surrounded by a vast sea, heavily guarded and equipped with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment and professionally trained armed personnel.
But to Madara Uchiha, these defenses might as well not have existed.
It was late at night, with no moon.
Madara appeared like a phantom atop the high wall around the prison.
He wore dark casual clothes that almost blended into the night; only his slowly turning, blood-red eyes shone with an ominous light in the darkness.
The Sharingan.
The three tomoe in his pupils rotated slightly.
The locations of the infrared cameras, the patrol routes of the guards, the changing times at the guard posts-all this information came into his view within seconds.
Madara moved freely through the guards' blind spots and the gaps in the surveillance coverage.
It was like taking a stroll through his own backyard.
When he encountered a guard he truly could not avoid, Madara merely raised his hand and directed his Sharingan at the man's eyes.
Genjutsu.
The guard's gaze instantly lost focus, and his body froze in place. A few seconds later, he slumped to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.
The entire process was silent, leaving him no chance even to press his radio button.
Madara made his