Now That It's Come to This, Let's Eat First
"Senior Shiratori!"
After the Kenjaku disappeared into the horizon, the sound of Itadori Staff echoed far behind Shiratori Gotsu.
After Uraume ran far away, the Cursed Technique of the [Ice Formation] automatically dissipated, and the frozen Itadori and the others were able to move freely again.
Just as Itadori ran happily to Shiratori Gotsu, with a snap, Todo and Itadori switched places.
"Senior Shiratori, I've heard so much about you. What kind of woman do you like?"
Without inquiring about the battle situation or introducing themselves, they went straight to the point.
Todo looked very interested:
"Tell me quickly, I can tell what kind of person someone is by their hobbies and habits."
"So please feel free to speak up, senior. It's okay if your preference is for men."
Shiratori Gotsu looked up slightly at Todo's expectant face, considered for a moment, and then replied with a smile:
"I like those soft, bouncy, and highly elastic growths that wriggle on their own on the ground and can be kneaded at will."
"...?" Upon hearing this incredibly bizarre and shocking answer, Todo felt as if he had been struck head-on by a steel coil traveling at supersonic speed.
A brain with an IQ of 530,000 automatically processed the descriptions of Shiratori Gotsu, vividly depicting the appearance of that indescribable thing.
"I'm so hungry...!"
The imagined steel coil crashed down on him.
Todo suddenly emitted a high-pitched sound effect of being hit, staggered back several steps, and then collapsed onto Itadori, who had run back again.
"How could this be..."
Todo was in tears, his face filled with despair:
"How could anyone have such a fetish... That kind of thing... Seeing that kind of thing is more terrifying than death!"
"You're really something else!"
Meanwhile, Shiratori Gotsu was leaning against the wall, laughing so hard he was practically spitting out dung.
Itadori, supporting the limp Todo, stared at the two of them with a bewildered expression.
Because he had just been moved to a distance by Todo using the "Boogie Woogie," he hadn't heard Shiratori Gotsu's thunderous remarks.
"... What's wrong, Shiratori- senpai?"
Meeting Itadori's utterly bewildered gaze, Shiratori Gotsu raised her hand to wipe away the tears of laughter that had welled up in her eyes.
He patted Todo on the shoulder and said, "Alright, alright, I was just kidding."
"My ideal type... if I had to say, would probably be someone who is practical, with a clear and stable core personality."
He stroked his chin and added, "Ideally, they'd also have a bit of a 'superiority complex,' someone who enjoys challenging themselves."
"And, they have a habit of treating others kindly... well, that's a plus."
After hearing all this, Todo was stunned once again.
'A hands-on type...' He pictured his mentor, Yuki Tsukumo, in his mind.
'A clear and stable personal core...' The face of Yuki Tsukumo gradually became clear.
'Has a strong mindset and enjoys challenging himself...' Todo himself appeared in his mind.
"Habitually kind to others..." Itadori and Takada-chan also appeared one after another.
"Senior... you came from four hundred years ago to this day, surely to meet me...!"
Coming to his senses, Todo had already firmly grasped Shiratori Gotsu's hands.
Although tears were still streaming down his face, his eyes clearly revealed immense joy and excitement:
"It must all be fate's arrangement. We... are undeniably soulmates, transcending a century, our souls Resonance!"
Itadori: "...?"
Shiratori Gotsu: "..."
In the conference room, everyone gathered, with "Prison Realm" placed in the center of the conference table.
"Satoru Gojo has been sealed away?!"
Including Hajime Kashimo, who had just returned, almost everyone had this reaction after learning that Satoru Gojo had been sealed away.
"Yes, and..."
Shiratori Gotsu opened his chat interface with Satoru Gojo on his phone and placed it on the table.
Itadori picked up the phone first and read out the last sentence, "The rest is up to you..."
"So, does that mean that before being sealed away, Gojo- sensei entrusted everything to Shiratori...?"
"Uh... don't make it sound like the Gojo prison wardens are dead." Shiratori Gotsu's lips twitched.
"The other party is a Curse User named Kenjaku, who has lived for a very, very long time. His Cursed Technique allow him to extend his lifespan Limitless by constantly changing bodies."
"He seems to be planning something big, so we must seal Satoru Gojo away."
"I managed to retrieve the 'Gojo boxes,' but he still managed to escape."
Shiratori Gotsu took the phone back from Itadori's hand, opened the photo he had taken before Kenjaku flew away on the Cursed Spirit, and showed it to everyone:
"As for his current physical condition, you're probably all familiar with it."
"Suguru Geto..." Yaga's tone was tinged with complex emotions.
"... Can we just say it's fate playing tricks on us?" Nanami pushed up his glasses.
Gakuganji tapped the ground with his cane:
"This is no small matter; I will report it to the Jujutsu Headquarters."
The meeting ended, and everyone dispersed, each with their own thoughts.
The Goodwill Event ended abruptly.
As for Shiratori Gotsu, he took Hajime Kashimo, Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki... basically everyone who wanted to come, and went out for a big meal.
"After all, everyone has worked hard this time, and they need to relax after fighting so fiercely!" Shiratori Gotsu said.
On the other side, there was still that dilapidated, abandoned guesthouse.
Kenjaku went up the familiar fire escape stairs, opened the familiar iron door, and went inside.
Behind the door lies the familiar sunlight, waves, and beach.
But he was not in a good mood at all.
"Yo, Geto You, you're finally back! You successfully brought 'Prison Realm' back, didn't you?"
The Mahito -Kirby of the Stars is lying on a beach chair, looking completely happy.
"..."
Kenjaku forced a smile, stepped forward, pretending to take the juice, but just as he was about to touch the bottle, he suddenly changed direction and grabbed the Mahito.
"[Cursed Spirit Manipulation • Closure]."
Before Mahito could even show a look of surprise, he was instantly refined.
"Why bring up something you shouldn't talk about?" Kenjaku said expressionlessly as he put away the Cursed Spirit.
"What are you doing?!" Jogo's head was full of anger.
"[Cursed Spirit Manipulation • Closure]."
"Sigh..." Kenjaku looked at the two blue Cursed Spirit jades in his hand, then turned to look at Dagon who was charging straight at him.
"[Domain Expansion • Womb Profusion]!"
Moments later, Dagon was also refined into Cursed Spirit Jade.
"This has really gone too far... I should have never tried to take advantage of Shiratori Gotsu."
Controlling the area where the sun, waves, and sand had been restored, Kenjaku Dagon down on a beach chair, his expression slightly bewildered.
He looked at the illusory Sky Manipulation within the domain and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his temples.
"Although the [Culling Game] can be considered to be proceeding normally for now..."
"But how can I get my hands on Tengen...?"
"Never mind," he said, getting up and leaving. "Since things have come to this, let's go eat first."
In the restroom of a Western restaurant in Tokyo, Shiratori Gotsu and Kenjaku looked at each other in bewilderment.
"... What a coincidence, you're here for dinner too." Kenjaku forced a smile.
"What a coincidence! All my students are outside. What do you say?"
Shiratori Gotsu raised her right hand and pointed her thumb towards the door. "How about we go fight over there again?"
"... You guys take your time eating, I won't disturb you, I'm leaving now." A hint of weariness flashed in Kenjaku's eyes as he decisively climbed out the window and left.
Hearing a faint laugh drifting from behind him, he wiped his face: 'What rotten luck...'
He walked alone on the street, his back view showing a hint of loneliness.
At this moment, Kenjaku came to a profound conclusion in his mind: do not approach Shiratori Gotsu, for it will bring misfortune.