Chapter 10. Entrapment

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"Geto... he killed everyone in the village."

[Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College]

Yaga Masamichi, the principal, and teacher to Gojo Satoru, Ieiri Shoko, and Suguru Geto, spoke calmly, his face betraying no emotion as he repeated the devastating news to Gojo, who had come seeking confirmation.

"It wasn't just the village, but Geto's parents as well…"

"Judging from the traces of blood and the residual cursed energy, it seems that Geto himself was responsible."

"That's impossible!!"

Gojo shouted in disbelief at his teacher, his voice filled with anguish.

But when he saw the deep pain and helplessness buried in Yaga's eyes, Gojo's mouth opened as if to say something more, but no words came out.

Gripping the outlandish report in his hand, Gojo's fingers dug into his palm so tightly that his nails drew blood.

The scarlet-streaked report still clearly displayed the words printed in bold red ink:

"Village Death Investigation: 112 residents killed by cursed spirits.

Based on analysis of residual cursed energy and lingering taint, the perpetrator is determined to be Suguru Geto, through his Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique.

Motive: Unknown.

Recommended action: Execution of the Special Grade Sorcerer Suguru Geto, now a fugitive."

———

Zen'in family, meeting room.

One of the advantages of belonging to a powerful clan was access to information the moment it became available.

After skimming through the report, Mirai smirked. It seemed that the flapping of his butterfly wings hadn't disrupted the course of events after all.

"Get things ready, I'm heading out soon."

Naobito Zen'in blinked, caught off guard. He couldn't understand why Mirai, after reading the report, suddenly wanted to go out.

Especially when there was still a bounty on his head in the black market.

There were plenty of cursed users lurking around, all with their eyes on the Zen'in gates.

But remembering Mirai's current strength and his uncompromising nature, Naobito hesitated only for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Oh, and make my first trip outside the clan as the family head... a grand affair."

As if something had just occurred to him, Mirai added with a smirk.

"Understood. I'll take care of it."

Naobito turned to leave, his mind already piecing together Mirai's plan.

First, he raised his own bounty on the black market, and now he wanted a grand public outing...

It couldn't be more obvious—this was a classic bait trap...

...

Cursed users, rather than being humans who had awakened to techniques, were more like cursed spirits cloaked in flesh.

They formed a wicked organization that disregarded rules and laws, driven solely by their desires.

Unlike legitimate sorcerers who exorcised cursed spirits in secret to maintain national stability, these cursed users hunted not only sorcerers but also ordinary humans—for the right price.

They hid in the shadows, evading the pursuit of traditional powers, indulging in their unrestrained freedom.

And no matter how prestigious the target, a ten-billion-yen bounty on the head of the Zen'in family's young leader was sure to lure out a few money-hungry fools willing to risk it all.

Especially since the target was so young, it stirred dreams of easy riches.

Clang!

The moment the gates of the Zen'in estate opened, the spies lurking in the distance perked up, immediately becoming alert.

Beep, beep, beep...

Two rows of expensive black luxury cars slowly rolled out of the gates, ten of them in perfect formation.

At the center of the convoy was a striking bright red, four-seater convertible sports car, impossible to miss.

Behind the wheel was an ordinary human driver, a non-sorcerer.

In the passenger seat sat Mirai, dressed in loose-fitting black clothing, gazing out at the scenery beyond the estate with interest.

Having been born and raised in isolation, Mirai had never seen the outside world before.

"Mirai-nii, maybe... you shouldn't take us along."

In the backseat, Maki pursed her lips, her voice filled with concern.

Mai, listening to her sister's words, clenched her small fists but said nothing.

Her expression was a mix of longing and inner conflict.

She desperately wanted to see the world outside, but she didn't want to cause trouble for her brother.

"If you want to go, then go. Don't worry about causing me any trouble."

Mirai spoke casually from the passenger seat. "My decisions in the Zen'in family are unquestionable."

"If anyone dares to question them, they can die."

He glanced back at the two little girls in the rear seats and chuckled softly. "Your mother's in one of the other cars."

"When we get there, let her take you out to see the sights."

Before the girls could respond, Mirai turned to the driver and ordered, "Let's go."

The driver nodded quickly and relayed the instructions to the convoy via his earpiece.

The fleet of cars moved onto the road, setting off toward the destination Mirai had in mind.

At the same time, those lurking in the shadows beamed with excitement, reporting their findings to the other end of their phones.

After months of surveillance, the target had finally left the estate.

...

It was midday, and the weather was perfect—bright and sunny.

On the streets of Shinjuku.

A tall boy dressed in casual black clothes and a high school girl in uniform, holding a cigarette between her lips, stood by the roadside, leaning against the guardrail, casually chatting.

"Just to be sure... did you really do it?"

Shoko took a slow drag from her cigarette and asked, her tone calm.

Faced with his old friend, Suguru Geto smiled and shrugged, "Unfortunately, Jujutsu High wasn't wrong about me."

"I see…"

"Still, I'll ask anyway—why?"

Shoko's expression remained indifferent, but the deep bite marks on her cigarette betrayed the turbulence in her heart.

Geto squinted as he watched the people walking by on the street. "I want to create a world where only sorcerers exist."

Hearing such an outlandish answer from her former friend, Shoko couldn't help but laugh.

Geto's open admission shattered the last bit of hope Shoko had clung to.

"I never expected everyone to understand me. I just want to create the ideal world I have in mind."

"So, because no one understands you, you've fallen this far?" Shoko pulled out her phone, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's pretty childish."

"Hello? Gojo~"

"Geto is here with me~"

Geto didn't stop Shoko from reporting his whereabouts. Instead, he quietly watched the crowd, lost in thought.

Humans, the most deeply desirous and dark-hearted creatures on Earth, bar none.

The negative emotions of ordinary people gave birth to an endless supply of cursed spirits.

Sorcerers existed, in theory, to maintain national stability and world peace.

But in reality, they were nothing more than servants cleaning up after these filthy monkeys!

It was the ordinary people who created cursed spirits, and yet it was sorcerers who had to risk their lives to save these sinners.

Birth, exorcism, absorption... an endless cycle.

As long as non-sorcerers existed, cursed spirits could never be eradicated.

Just as Yuki Tsukumo had said, the methods used by Jujutsu High were only treating the symptoms, not the root cause.

And wiping out all non-sorcerers was the ultimate solution Geto had come up with to solve the root problem.

It was also the simplest and most effective way to rid the world of cursed spirits.

"Hmm?"

Geto raised an eyebrow as he noticed the crowd on the street beginning to part.

Following their gazes, he saw a convoy of luxury cars driving straight toward him and Shoko.

After finishing her call with Gojo, Shoko frowned as she looked at the cars. "Zen'in clan sorcerers?"

The windows of the black luxury cars were rolled down, and Shoko immediately recognized who they were.

But it wasn't until she saw the bright red convertible...

The young boy sitting in the passenger seat, his face still somewhat childish, looked vaguely familiar.

"The eleven-year-old head of the Zen'in family, Zen'in Mirai."

Suguru Geto murmured to himself, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Shoko blinked, suddenly realizing.

This boy's face was the same one that had been plastered all over the top of the black market's bounty list.

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