Chapter 43: Sukuna Takes an Interest in White Zetsu

"Haha..."

"What a joke."

"Are all sorcerers in this era this troublesome?"

Mirai was hesitating whether to finish off Jogo when a low, sinister chuckle echoed behind him.

Slap!

Itadori smacked his own face and quickly explained, "Sorry, Sensei. This guy named Sukuna occasionally pops up and says weird things."

"It's fine, Itadori-kun." Mirai turned to look at the extra eye that had opened below Itadori's own, smiling faintly. "Ryomen Sukuna, the strongest sorcerer of a thousand years ago, and still the King of Curses even after death."

"That you can keep him sealed within your body is a miracle in itself."

Itadori scratched his head, embarrassed. "Gojo-sensei said the same thing. I guess this bad guy inside me really is something else."

Back when Gojo first mentioned Sukuna's strength, Itadori hadn't fully grasped what it meant to be the King of Curses. But after witnessing the battle between Mirai and Jogo, he began to understand just how terrifying the curse inside him truly was.

"Kid, you seem to know a lot." Sukuna's blood-red eye narrowed at Mirai as he sneered. "If you kneel to me now, I might spare your life once I take over this brat's body."

"You're much more agreeable than that last sorcerer who didn't know his place. Your fake smile is at least less irritating."

"Damn it!"

Slap!

White Zetsu didn't bother with words. He just smacked Itadori's face hard.

"Where did this little wretch come from? Hiding in my underling's body and still acting so arrogant!"

White Zetsu shouted as he continued to slap Itadori. "If you've got guts, come out and face me! I'll even give you two legs and nine fingers!"

"With just one finger, I could poke you to death, you little clown!"

Having endured being sidelined during the entire fight with Jogo, and now facing an even more infamous but sealed threat, White Zetsu wasn't about to miss this golden opportunity to show off.

"Take this!"

"And this!"

"White Zetsu-senpai, please stop hitting me!"

Itadori covered his now swollen cheek, retreating with a look of grievance. "You can curse him out all you want, but why keep hitting me?!"

"Very well." A small mouth opened on Itadori's arm, and a low voice spoke. "Such a pathetic excuse for a curse..."

"I look forward to the day I can get rid of you."

"Oh, you want to talk big?"

White Zetsu rolled up his sleeves and advanced with a sinister grin. "If you've got the guts, stop hiding inside my underling and come out to fight me!"

"Anyone who's scared isn't a real man!"

"White Zetsu-senpai, just curse him out, but stop hitting me!"

Itadori darted around Fushiguro, trying to evade White Zetsu's slapping hand.

"Sensei! The volcano guy is gone!"

In the midst of the chaos, Kugisaki pointed at the charred, cratered ground not far away, where Jogo's heavily injured form had vanished.

Ida quickly stepped forward and crouched down to examine the ground.

After a moment, he pulled out a handful of withered roots from a crack.

"That curse has an accomplice. The residual cursed energy on this isn't from the same entity."

The eerie red in Mirai's eyes faded to a gentle black as he sighed softly, "It seems there's another special-grade curse lurking in the shadows, one skilled in hiding its presence. I underestimated them."

Sukuna's extra eye on Itadori's face scanned the mountain peak in the distance before settling on Mirai's profile.

"Heh..."

Watching the regret on Mirai's face, Sukuna let out a low, ambiguous laugh.

...

The next morning, in the first-year classroom at the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College.

Itadori and Kugisaki were still chatting animatedly about last night's battle.

Fushiguro, on the other hand, sat quietly, reflecting on the ten shadows technique Mirai had used the previous night.

No wonder Gojo-sensei had asked him to seek guidance.

After witnessing Mirai's use of shikigami in combat, Fushiguro realized just how vast the gap was between them.

"Fushiguro, who do you think is stronger, the two teachers here at the school?"

Itadori patted Fushiguro on the shoulder, his face full of curiosity.

Kugisaki also slid her chair closer, ears perked up to listen.

One of them had joined the school by sheer coincidence after swallowing a special-grade cursed object. The other had spent most of her time in the countryside.

Their knowledge of the jujutsu world was mostly hearsay.

That volcano-head from last night was the strongest curse they had encountered in their lives, yet Mirai had dealt with it so effortlessly.

Although Jogo had ultimately been saved by another special-grade curse, the fact that this hidden curse didn't dare make a move only further highlighted Mirai's terrifying strength.

Fushiguro frowned in thought, subconsciously comparing the two teachers' abilities.

Gojo-sensei had taken him to many places and shown him other special-grade curses.

Those so-called special-grades were no match for Gojo-sensei, who could wipe them out with a wave of his hand.

But Fushiguro had never seen a special-grade curse that could use domain expansion until now.

"Probably still..."

Bang!

"Of course, your dear Gojo-sensei is the strongest!"

The classroom door flew open, and Gojo Satoru strode in, hands in his pockets, answering before Fushiguro could finish.

White Zetsu followed behind, rubbing his sleepy eyes, a look of annoyance on his face.

"Gojo-sensei, about that volcano guy from last night—"

"Ida has already told me everything."

Gojo replied confidently, "That kind of trash, I could blow him up in seconds without even using a domain."

"If that fake smile needs to use a domain to handle him, that just shows I'm the stronger one."

Seeing the doubtful looks on Kugisaki and Itadori's faces, Gojo smiled and added:

"Do you know why that fake smile hasn't been teaching for the past six months?"

"Even the missions assigned by the academy were handed off to sorcerers from the Zen'in clan."

White Zetsu yawned and interjected, "The kid has been recovering from injuries inflicted by Gojo's domain."

"Bingo!"

This was exactly why Gojo liked White Zetsu. The guy never held back, whether he was mocking or bragging, and he didn't care who got caught in the crossfire.

Upon hearing this, Itadori and Kugisaki's eyes widened in shock.

Even Fushiguro looked surprised.

He had no idea that the reason Mirai hadn't been around the academy was because he was recovering from injuries.

Having cleared up the students' doubts about his strength, Gojo rubbed his chin and turned to the curse spirit.

"White Zetsu, did that volcano guy seem familiar to you at all?"

"He had the same communication ability as you, and he could even use domain expansion."

White Zetsu waved dismissively. "No impression, don't know him."

"A piece of trash like that, someone I could slap to death, how could I possibly remember him?"

Itadori and Kugisaki's faces twitched. This guy had spent the whole fight hiding in the center of the protective shadow, and now he was acting all high and mighty.

"Oh?"

Gojo let out a light laugh, deep in thought.

He hadn't noticed anything unusual about White Zetsu. Based on Ida's account, the first person Gojo had suspected was Mirai.

With the same communication ability as White Zetsu but far stronger, and able to predict the academy's movements in advance.

Just like Yaga's attempts to create Panda, there had been many failures before a stable, communicative, and powerful creation was achieved.

"White Zetsu, where is that fake-smiling brat?"

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