After stopping Yuki, Satoshi walked straight toward Ryoumen Sukuna's finger.
"Zenin clan, Kamo clan... seems you've been quite active these past nine years."
Satoshi glanced toward the direction of the two families, a playful smile on his face, clearly not taking them seriously.
In the world of jujutsu, strength is everything. And the Zenin and Kamo clans? They weren't even worth a second look to Gojo Satoshi.
Even though the two clans had produced successors of their respective ancestral techniques—Ten Shadows and Blood Manipulation—it was unfortunate that neither clan had anyone capable of bringing out their full potential.
His existence hadn't disrupted the birth of Megumi. Right now, Megumi was living peacefully within the Yorozuya. Under his advice, Megumi's mother paid greater attention to her health and likely wouldn't die early like in the original timeline.
Given this, there was no way the Zenin clan would send their precious heir to a garbage heap like they did before, right?
That meant they had already missed their chance to reclaim the legacy of Ten Shadows. For the younger generation, the best they had were Zenin Shinsuke and Zenin Naoya.
That kind of Zenin clan wasn't worth fearing.
The Kamo clan was in even worse shape.
They desperately tried to give birth to a child with Blood Manipulation, but the mother wasn't aligned with the family and eventually left.
The child, Kamo Noritoshi, had limited talent and couldn't bring out the full power of Blood Manipulation.
To Satoshi, both clans were nothing but clowns.
Even if he had been asleep for years, the peak combat power of his team remained untouched.
Toji alone could wipe out both clans without effort.
Jogo, Yuto, Satoru, and Suguru—any one of these four could crush either family with ease.
He genuinely didn't understand where the two clans found the courage to stand up to the Gojo clan.
But he no longer cared.
The Zenin and Kamo clans were minor annoyances. What he needed now was to remove the fuel from the fire.
It was better to remove the wood under the pot than to try and stop a boiling cauldron by pouring water.
Sukuna was one of the top forces in this world. If his power could be weakened—or better yet, eliminated—then all the other strategies and schemes would become meaningless.
Whether it was Itadori Kaori or the chains used to bind her, none of it mattered in the face of absolute strength.
Satoshi knew that his foundation lay in his Zanpakutō and Shinigami abilities.
If he could complete Ryūjin Jakka's Bankai, if he could master enough Kidō, then even Ryoumen Sukuna at full power would stand no chance against him.
That was why he chose force over cleverness.
...
In response to Satoshi's dismissive words, Zenin Ogi and Kamo Kaname merely smirked, saying nothing.
This was their chance. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that Gojo Satoshi had delivered to them himself. They had to seize it.
If they didn't, the Zenin and Kamo clans might truly fall under the heel of the Gojo clan and become nothing more than small, irrelevant houses.
"Gojo Satoshi, you don't have a Zanpakutō anymore. All you can do is rely on the others in your clan who still have theirs."
"No matter how powerful your Zanpakutō is, what can you do without Cursed Energy? Do you really think you can get by using the same cheap tricks you pulled at the entrance exam?"
Zenin Ogi wasn't about to be fooled by Satoshi again.
Over the last nine years, he had constantly stewed in the humiliation Satoshi had brought upon him.
Gojo Satoshi and Toji—those two were the people Zenin Ogi hated most in this world.
Of course, his two talentless daughters were also a disgrace to him. Zenin Naoya inherited Naobito's Projection Sorcery, which was considered part of the direct bloodline's legacy. But what about his own daughters?
They were twins, just like Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoshi.
And the eldest was born with a Heavenly Restriction.
Twins plus Heavenly Restriction. The moment those two labels were attached to his daughters, Ogi couldn't help but be reminded of Satoshi—the source of his greatest shame.
If his eldest daughter, Zenin Maki, had Satoshi's level of talent or Toji's monstrous physical strength, then perhaps he could tolerate her existence, even begrudgingly.
After all, she might have become a valuable piece for him to use against the Gojo clan.
But in reality, she was a waste. Her body was broken due to her Heavenly Restriction, and she possessed a trace amount of Cursed Energy.
The younger daughter was physically normal but lacked ability, her cursed power mediocre at best. She was completely unremarkable.
If he hadn't confirmed they were truly his children by blood, he would've suspected his wife of betrayal.
He, Zenin Ogi, a man whose status wasn't beneath Zenin Naobito's, had ambitions of his own. Yet he was saddled with such disgraceful heirs. He would've been better off not having children at all.
Twins. Again, twins.
Twins were truly a curse.
But Gojo Satoru and Gojo Satoshi had elevated the meaning of twins to its peak in the world of jujutsu. So, when the Zenin family gave birth to twin daughters, everyone had hoped they'd be just like the Gojo twins.
Maybe they'd awaken Ten Shadows.
But the curse of mediocrity had struck hard. The reality was that most twins were born ordinary.
Now, he wanted to personally drag the heretic Gojo Satoshi down from his altar.
Surrounded by onlookers and unaware that the scene was being broadcast live on a secondary channel, Zenin Ogi's expression twisted with malevolence.
"Gojo Satoshi, without your Zanpakutō, you're nothing more than a regular person with no Cursed Energy!"
"Whether you're just an ordinary person or you've mastered some sleight of hand, none of it matters to me. What matters is that the Jujutsu Association's Directorate will never allow you to take possession of Sukuna's finger!"
"We already know you're trying to restore your Zanpakutō using Ryoumen Sukuna's finger! Don't think for a second we'll let you use that vile thing to bring your Zanpakutō back! The entire jujutsu world will reject you!"
At this moment, Zenin Ogi spoke with self-righteous conviction, as if Satoshi's actions had placed him in opposition to the world itself.
(To be continued.)