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[Record - July 2018]

[Eishu Juvenile Detention Center, West Tokyo City]

[Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit has appeared (name undetermined)]

[Several Non-Sorcerer witnessed the Cursed Womb]

[Upon learning of this emergency, three Jujutsu High students were dispatched to search for and rescue the trapped individuals.]

[The Special Grade Cursed Spirit was exorcised within ten minutes.]

[All survive]

With his body wrapped in bandages, Itadori lay blankly on his dormitory bed.

Fushiguro sat by his bedside, silently peeling an apple.

Kugisaki sat on the other side, arms crossed, seemingly lost in thought.

"Ooi, why so lifeless?" Shiratori Gotsu said, resting her hand on Fushiguro's. "Smile! You've all survived!"

Itadori: "Hmm..."

Kugisaki: "Hmm..."

Fushiguro: "Hmm..."

"... What the hell are you three little brats doing, humming like that? Why are you all keeping such a long face?"

Shiratori Gotsu sighed, "Tell me, why have you had this expression ever since you came back?"

Another ten minutes or so of silence followed.

The Shiratori Gotsu was getting impatient when Itadori finally spoke, breaking the silence:

"I'm too weak, senior..."

"After getting separated from you, I was completely powerless against the Special Grade Cursed Spirit alone..."

"I could sense that it was making fun of me the whole time, not treating me as a fighting opponent..."

"At that moment, I really felt like I was about to die... Somehow, I lost consciousness... When I came to my senses, Sukuna had already come out..."

"He instantly killed that Special Grade Cursed Spirit, and then immediately found you... I desperately tried to regain control, but at that time, I was too weak..."

"I can't do anything... I talk about saving others, but in the end, I'm the one being saved..."

"Are you done talking?" Shiratori Gotsu asked.

"Yes..." Itadori turned his head slightly.

Shiratori Gotsu in agreement, then continued, "And what about you two? Don't pretend you didn't hear me, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, I'm talking to you!"

"I... I couldn't help at all, and at the crucial moment, I even needed my teammates to cover my escape." Kugisaki, his tone full of shame.

"... Me too, I messed up at the crucial moment, and I need you, senior, to take over and bail me out..."

Fushiguro placed the peeled apple on Itadori's bedside table, then gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"My senior helped me improve my strength, but I couldn't unleash its full potential... How pathetic."

Shiratori Gotsu was so angry that she laughed on the spot.

That's what relationships are all about!

Not to mention that the cowardly old geezers in the Jujutsu Headquarters and Kenjaku were behind this whole thing.

Isn't it natural that three kids with little experience fighting powerful opponents would struggle to act effectively in this situation?

His tone was full of helplessness:

"No, isn't it perfectly normal for you three first-graders to be unable to handle Special Grade opponent?"

"Looking back on your life experiences, have you ever fought against even a level one Cursed Spirit before?"

Why put so much pressure on yourself?

It should have ended here, but he suddenly felt that it was a bit too serious, even bordering on reprimanding.

So, to ease the tension, he quickly added:

"What if they all flatten themselves out and never grow taller again?"

"Pfft... Hiss!"

After a few seconds of silence, Itadori couldn't help but burst out laughing, which aggravated the ribs that had been broken by Mahoraga, causing him to grimace in pain.

Seeing him like this, it was all because of that sentence:

"If I flatten myself out, I'll never grow taller again." Kugisaki, who inexplicably wanted to laugh, then burst out laughing.

"... Two idiots." Seeing this, Fushiguro's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

After laughing, Itadori regained his sunny and confident expression, and turned to look at the mouth on the back of Megumi Fushiguro's hand:

"Senior, after I recover from my injuries, please give me special training!"

"I want to become stronger, strong enough to save everyone!"

"I want to become stronger too!" Kugisaki clenched his fist, revealing a determined expression.

"So powerful that I can handle anything with ease! So powerful that no one dares to stop me from doing whatever I want!"

Seeing this, the Shiratori Gotsu was very satisfied.

"That's more like it. Children shouldn't look so gloomy." His tone was full of satisfaction.

"Since you're so eager to get stronger, I'll reluctantly agree to give you special training."

"Wow! You guys are really motivated!"

The atmosphere had just begun to recover from its deathly stillness when Satoru Gojo pushed open the door and entered at the perfect moment.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he'd been eavesdropping outside the door.

"Hey, Gojo- sensei, you're back from your business trip!" Itadori sat up, grinning.

Seeing this, Shiratori Gotsu immediately controlled Fushiguro's right hand and flicked him back on the head:

"Don't move around if you're injured. Miss Shoko went to great lengths to set your dislocated bone."

Satoru Gojo walked to the foot of the bed, glanced at Itadori, who was wrapped in bandages and almost turned into a mummy, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Although he had received news from Ijichi and Shoko before he came, he was somewhat prepared.

But...

'This is too tragic...' Satoru Gojo silently mourned Itadori for two seconds in his heart.

Two seconds later, he immediately put on a smiling expression:

"This mission was tough. How about we have a celebration banquet once Yuji has recovered?"

"Yay!"

Upon hearing this, Itadori and Kugisaki cheered in unison, "A feast! A feast!..."

Seeing their reaction, Satoru Gojo's lips curled up even more:

'It seems... Shiratori is indeed trustworthy.'

He immediately turned to the "bird's beak" on the back of Fushiguro, his tone unusually serious. "This time, thanks to you, Mr. Shiratori."

"Hmph, that goes without saying." Shiratori Gotsu was thoroughly pleased.

This is exactly the kind of speech he wanted to hear!

"Also, regarding this matter, I'd like to apologize to you all."

Satoru Gojo suddenly changed the subject, removed his blindfold, and his smile vanished:

"I've basically figured out what happened; it was a conspiracy against Yuji from beginning to end."

"You should know that the higher-ups, the Jujutsu Headquarters, are actually the den of iniquity in the Jujutsu Society."

"A fool focused solely on saving his own life, a self-righteous fool, a hereditary fool, an arrogant fool... in short, a whole basket of higher-ups."

"One or two of them couldn't stand seeing Yuji have it easy, so they deliberately downgraded the mission's level and sent me away on a business trip before assigning it to you."

"It was my oversight; I failed to notice it in time."

"It's not your fault, Gojo- sensei," Itadori said firmly, looking into Satoru Gojo's eyes. "You don't need to blame yourself."

Kugisaki then adopted an extremely displeased expression:

"Yeah, why do you need to apologize? In the end, it's all because of those Immortality geezers... They're absolutely rotten!"

"Kill them." Having built up the atmosphere to this point, Shiratori Gotsu simply unleashed the attack.

"Huh?" Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and Itadori looked completely bewildered.

Ignoring the three's reactions, he continued to say to Satoru Gojo, "Anyway, you've been planning this for a while now, haven't you?"

"Hey, aren't you giving them a little too much face?"

"The reason they can so brazenly shit on your head is..."

"The reason is that you never really ripped their shit apart after they did it!"

When he said this, Shiratori Gotsu spoke through gritted teeth, as if he were performing a feat of tearing apart a turd with his bare hands.

Upon hearing this, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and Itadori froze on the spot, and even Satoru Gojo couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.

Shiratori Gotsu continued, seizing the opportunity:

"I know what you're worried about. Killing them all will just mean getting another basket of higher-ups; nothing will change."

"So you chose education, you chose to cultivate a new generation of Jujutsu Sorcerer."

"But now, the new generation you've placed your hopes on is being schemed against by higher-ups. I think you could just randomly pick two of the people you dislike the most and kill them."

"By making an example of someone to scare others, and giving them a sufficient warning, the rest will not dare to act rashly."

After listening quietly to everything Shiratori Gotsu had to say, a strange light appeared in Satoru Gojo's eyes.

Immediately afterward, he quickly adjusted his expression and laughed it off:

"Oh dear, don't say that, it'll scare the three children!"

After saying that, he put his blindfold back on, smiled, waved, and walked towards the door.

"You guys chat first, I just got some work assigned, so I'll be going now~"

That evening, in the conference room of the Jujutsu Headquarters.

"Hey, you bunch of old guys, are you having a good time stabbing me in the back?"

Satoru Gojo sat cross-legged, one hand supporting his chin, like a lord in a chair in the middle of a screen.

After a moment of silence, voices came from behind the screen:

"... Satoru Gojo, what are you saying?"

"We don't understand."

"If you've come here to confront me because you've encountered some trouble..."

"Enough," Satoru Gojo coldly interrupted them.

His tone was chilling, and his eyes, as clear as a sunny sky, were filled with murderous intent.

"I'm here to give you a warning, so you won't try anything funny behind my back again."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand.

Puff! Puff!

Two sounds of flesh being torn apart rang out in succession, and blood splattered onto the screen, quickly spreading outwards.

For a moment, no one dared to utter a sound.

"Alright, that's all~" Satoru Gojo said easily, his smile returning to his face.

Goodnight to everyone still alive, sweet dreams tonight!

After saying that, he got up from the chair and went straight out the door.