Chapter 20: The Walking Corpse

"Don't worry."

White Zetsu sat arrogantly on Maki's desk, a smug grin plastered across his face.

"I won't even need to lift a finger. That kid, Mirai, will take care of everything."

Hehe.

The group stared at White Zetsu, unimpressed by his boastful attitude.

Had they not seen him trembling in fear when surrounded by curse spirits before, they might've believed his bold words.

"The so-called higher-ups at Jujutsu High? They're just a bunch of elders sent by the Three Great Families to sit there and act important," White Zetsu waved dismissively. "If those old geezers dare to disagree, well... we could just wipe them out—"

"White Zetsu!"

Maki cut him off sternly, her expression serious. "Those scumbags in the Zen'in family are one thing, but don't you dare lay a hand on ordinary humans."

"No matter how much Mirai tries to protect you, if you harm humans, Jujutsu High won't let you off the hook."

Maki's warning was grave.

In her eyes, Mirai was incredibly strong—no, very strong.

But Gojo-sensei, who had long stood at the pinnacle of sorcerers, was an invincible existence.

Because she knew both men's personalities well, Maki felt the need to repeatedly warn White Zetsu. She didn't want him to get into trouble, nor did she want a confrontation between Gojo-sensei and Mirai because of something White Zetsu did.

"Relax, little Maki," White Zetsu said nonchalantly. "Mirai already warned me about all that."

"Besides, now that the kid's at Jujutsu High as a teacher, why would I stay in that dump?"

Maki frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

White Zetsu shrugged. "The kid's a teacher now. He's gotta have students, right?"

"No way!" Panda stood up, his face filled with shock. "Don't tell me you plan on enrolling at Jujutsu High... as a curse spirit student?!"

"yeS!" White Zetsu grinned.

...

Night fell, and the full moon hung high in the sky.

In a small building not far from the main school building, Mirai lounged on the sofa while White Zetsu sprawled in front of the TV.

After hearing about White Zetsu's antics in the classroom, Mirai spoke calmly, "The others don't matter, but you need to be careful around Gojo Satoru."

"Don't provoke him. I'm not ready to reveal you just yet."

White Zetsu smirked, his grin growing more wicked. "You don't trust my acting skills?"

"Hiding in the shadows, working in secret... it's what curses do best, after all."

"Besides, I'm looking forward to life at Jujutsu High~"

"Imagine it—being a curse spirit tagging along with sorcerers to exorcise other curses..."

White Zetsu placed his hands behind his head and chuckled. "Just thinking about it gives me a thrill."

Mirai, expressionless, continued tapping away on his phone, sending large amounts of data to someone on the other end. "As long as you're having fun."

"Before we remove any suspicion they have about you, you won't need to start your real work just yet."

"So, for now, enjoy your 'thrilling' life at Jujutsu High."

"Roger, roger~" White Zetsu waved lazily as he watched a cooking show on TV.

"Oh, by the way."

"There's something I've been curious about."

White Zetsu paused the show and turned to look at Mirai. "In the Zen'in family, you're the undisputed ruler, feared by everyone."

"Except for those two little girls, I've never seen you smile at anyone."

"But after just a few hours at Jujutsu High..."

"I couldn't believe how much you were smiling. Your face practically split in half."

Mirai tore his gaze from his phone and shot White Zetsu a cold look. "The Zen'in family? To me, they aren't even pets..."

"At best, they're tools that are useful for the moment."

"Have you ever seen someone smile at a tool?"

"I see."

White Zetsu shrugged. "You give the Zen'in family unprecedented prestige, and in return, they bow and scrape before you..."

"Truly fitting for a cursed world... where everything is a transaction."

He grinned slyly.

"So, what about Gojo Satoru?"

"Between you and him, who's stronger now?"

After sending his final message, Mirai's lips curled into a cold smirk.

"Who knows..."

...

Meanwhile, in the corridors of the main school building.

Night Moth was busy analyzing the intel on Suguru Geto and the accuracy of the information surrounding the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

After finishing in the meeting room, he immediately found his way to Gojo Satoru.

"Satoru, you need to rein in your behavior."

"You're no longer the reckless high schooler you once were. You're a teacher now, responsible for guiding students."

Night Moth's tone was heavy with concern. "I know you're curious about the Zen'in clan's new sorcerer, but you need to think about the consequences."

"He represents the face of the Zen'in family, just as you represent the Gojo family."

"If the two of you fight, win or lose, it'll be a disaster for the jujutsu world."

Gojo leaned against the railing, silently staring at the small building in the distance. Whether he was actually listening to Night Moth's lecture or not was unclear.

At least now, Gojo wasn't the type to turn and snap, "You're annoying," before walking off.

Because, at this point, the only person who still lectured him was Night Moth.

There had once been someone else who liked to ramble on...

Pushing aside the unnecessary memories, Gojo replied quietly, "I'm not that impulsive."

"I don't go around beating people up just because I'm curious anymore..."

"That kind of reckless behavior—I stopped it years ago."

Seeing the doubt creeping onto Night Moth's face, Gojo raised a hand. "I promise."

Relieved, Night Moth followed Gojo's gaze. "Let's set aside the matter of the Zen'in head for now..."

"That high-intelligence curse spirit, did you notice anything unusual about him?"

Night Moth had been observing White Zetsu closely since the day began.

Through both visual observation and cursed energy detection, he hadn't found anything that set White Zetsu apart from other curse spirits.

That's why he was asking Gojo, with his Six Eyes, for his insights.

The Six Eyes, a rare hereditary trait of the Gojo family, appearing only once every few hundred years.

With no blind spots and the ability to track and predict the flow of cursed energy, the Six Eyes allowed Gojo to perceive things far beyond normal sorcerers.

The special blindfold Gojo wore merely served to filter out excessive information—it didn't hinder his sight.

"His power wasn't hidden; he really is just a weakling at grade four."

"But that curse spirit, White Zetsu..."

"My Six Eyes give me a strange feeling."

Gojo's face showed a hint of confusion.

"He seems like a curse spirit... but more like a walking corpse."

"A walking corpse?"

Night Moth repeated, his brows furrowing. If even Gojo's Six Eyes couldn't make sense of it...

Either White Zetsu was a truly rare, spontaneously born curse spirit...

Or Mirai and this curse spirit had something else planned for Jujutsu High.

"Alright, if you're certain he's only at grade four, that's good enough for now."

"I'll assign a special assistant to keep an eye on the curse spirit."

Night Moth looked up at the round moon, a complicated expression crossing his face. "Now, we need to discuss..."

"The plan to exterminate Suguru Geto."

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