Chapter 90: Sorcerers Are Nothing but Chickens
If Satoshi were to strike against the higher-ups of the Gojo clan, how would Gojo Satoru react?
Would he be like Jinichi, sizing me up, preparing to subdue me?
Toji shook his head.
"Jinichi, yeah, I did it," he admitted plainly. "I suggest you don't activate your Cursed Technique—otherwise, you're only going to embarrass yourself."
Before he even finished speaking, he took a step forward.
And in the next instant, he was already beside Jinichi, placing a casual hand on his shoulder.
"Toji, you—"
How is he this fast?
The thought had barely formed in Jinichi's mind when.
His technique was shattered instantly by Toji's attack.
Jinichi turned, staring at Toji in pure shock.
He had never imagined his younger brother could be this strong.
He had heard rumors—stories about Toji going toe-to-toe with Sode no Shirayuki's techniques at the Gojo estate.
At the time, he had dismissed them as a joke.
But now, after witnessing Toji's strength firsthand…
He was shaken.
Wasn't Toji supposed to be a Heavenly Restriction carrier?
Wasn't he supposed to have no Cursed Energy at all?
Then why is he this strong?
As Toji subdued him, more figures arrived at the scene.
Zenin Naobito and Shinsuke, who had still been recovering, rushed forward.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Naobito didn't know the details yet, but he could sense the tension between Ogi and Toji.
Meanwhile, Shinsuke stood behind him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He couldn't comprehend what he had just seen.
Toji had taken down Jinichi, a sorcerer with a Cursed Technique, with such ease.
But… how?
Jinichi wasn't a prodigy, but he was still a Zenin sorcerer.
How could he be subdued by someone who supposedly had no Cursed Energy at all?
Before Shinsuke could process his thoughts, Ogi's voice rang out.
"Naobito! Toji has betrayed the family, he refuses to hand over his Zanpakutō!"
Ogi's words made both Shinsuke and Naobito instinctively glance at the swords at Toji's waist.
Toji had never liked using weapons.
If he was carrying a sword now, then it could only be the Zanpakutō Gojo Satoshi had forged for him.
"Is that true?"
Naobito looked at Toji intently, his expression darkening.
For some reason, he wasn't entirely surprised by Toji's defiance.
He had always suspected that Toji had been hiding his strength, but he had never expected it to be this overwhelming.
Even Ogi, who was only slightly weaker than himself, had been helpless against him.
But before Naobito could say anything further.
Toji grinned.
"Katen Kyōkotsu told me they don't like being touched by others. So no, you have no right to lay a hand on them."
His left hand remained resting on the katana's hilt, completely unmoved despite the two attacks he had just launched.
"Toji, are you really refusing to hand over the Zanpakutō?" Naobito asked again.
Toji smirked.
"This is my Zanpakutō. Why should I hand it over?"
Naobito's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Toji, you are a member of the Zenin clan. Your surname is Zenin. Everything you have should be for the sake of the family."
He knew that Toji had changed, but he still wanted to salvage the situation before it spiraled out of control.
Unfortunately—
Toji had run out of patience.
"Uncle Naobito, wasn't I the Zenin family's failure?"
He let out a cold chuckle.
"Since when did the Zenin clan start relying on failures?"
Toji scoffed, his tone dripping with mockery.
"If I wanted to, I could kill every last one of you right now."
"You sorcerers? You're nothing but chickens."
His words sent a shockwave through everyone present.
Even Naobito, the most composed among them, couldn't hide his reaction.
No one had ever expected the Zenin family's 'disgrace' to say something like this.
For a moment, Naobito wanted to rebuke him—
But before he could, a crushing pressure emanated from Toji's body.
In an instant—
Naobito, Shinsuke, Jinichi, and Ogi found themselves frozen in place.
They couldn't move.
It was as if their bodies were no longer under their control.
At this moment, the man standing before them wasn't just Toji.
He was a demon.
Is this… Toji's true strength? How is this possible?
The same thought ran through all four of their minds.
How could someone without Cursed Energy exude such a terrifying aura?
Unlike the oppressive weight of Cursed Energy, the threat radiating from Toji was purely physical.
It was as if any movement on their part would result in instant death.
Like a predator who had already decided they were prey.
Like their lives were no longer in their own hands.
At this moment, they understood.
Toji hadn't been boasting.
He truly could slaughter them all if he wanted to.
Eventually, the pressure faded, and the four of them were finally able to breathe again.
Naobito and Ogi exchanged glances, their expressions filled with undisguised shock.
A freak like Toji had no place in the Zenin clan, a family that worshipped Cursed Techniques above all else.
His very existence shattered the foundation of their beliefs.
Meanwhile, Shinsuke's mind was in turmoil.
The man he had always dismissed as worthless had just paralyzed the entire room with sheer presence alone.
For the first time in his life, he began doubting everything he had been taught.
Everything about Cursed Techniques.
Everything about the Zenin family's ideology.
From Gojo Satoshi to Toji.
The two 'failures' were single-handedly tearing apart the world he had always known.
From the existence of Cursed Zanpakutō to Toji's monstrous physical prowess, none of it aligned with the laws of the Jujutsu world.
For the first time…
Shinsuke questioned himself.
And questioned the truth of the world he lived in.
However—
Unlike the others, Jinichi was thrilled.
My little brother… is this powerful?
Right now, Toji is the strongest person in the Zenin family.
If I can gain his support, wouldn't I be able to secure even greater power for myself?
Jinichi was already plotting how to use Toji to advance his own position.
…
As Toji turned to leave, Naobito and Ogi exchanged a silent agreement.
They couldn't let him walk away.
Before, they had only wanted his Zanpakutō.
But now, Toji himself was far more valuable than any weapon.
The Zenin clan's ideology wasn't wrong.
Jujutsu wasn't wrong.
But with the Gojo clan's Six Eyes prodigy growing stronger each day…
A monster like Toji was exactly what they needed to compete.
(To be continued.)