JKGA: Chapter 14

Masamichi Yaga: "..."

Kyoto Jujutsu High might be awful, but the prison is their own property!

Masamichi Yaga felt his heart bleed, but he still pretended to be righteous and stern, "This is a special situation. Let's focus our strength on fighting back. The top priority is to protect the underground prison, prevent the curse users' schemes from succeeding, and contact the nearest Jujutsu sorcerers to rush back as soon as possible!"

The Kyoto Jujutsu sorcerers had no choice but to agree.

Masamichi Yaga quickly gave Suguru Geto a look. Seeing that they were fine, Suguru Geto also breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself that it seemed like only he had enjoyed the privilege of being tied up. He nodded slightly at Masamichi Yaga, pretending to fight the cursed spirits above for a while, then took advantage of the chaos to run away. He went straight to the treatment room and saw an ugly cursed spirit perched on the window, constantly spitting out more cursed spirits.

Tsumiki and Megumi were also at the window. As soon as Suguru Geto appeared in their field of vision, Tsumiki waved, "Suguru-oniichan!"

Suguru Geto ran over and smiled, "You've worked hard, Tsumiki, Megumi."

He then said to Shoko Ieiri inside, "Shoko, the teacher and the principal are out. I'm going to chase after those people who left. Protect yourselves, don't get caught up in this!"

Shoko Ieiri finally laughed, "You're something else, Suguru. Go ahead, as long as you're not considered an accomplice, we'll be fine."

Suguru Geto grabbed the ugly cursed spirit and ran away on the spot.

It wasn't until Suguru Geto left on the cursed spirit that the Kyoto assistant supervisors reacted a beat late.

"Wait, something's not right."

"What's wrong?"

"Isn't Suguru Geto a Shikigami Master who can control a lot of cursed spirits?!"

"What?!"

The next second, the remaining cursed spirits, like a cloud, began to evacuate collectively.

The Kyoto Jujutsu sorcerers: "..."

They looked left and right and found that Suguru Geto was gone!

Several people from Kyoto Jujutsu High were furious, "Report to the Jujutsu Headquarters!!!"

At that moment.

Kyoto.

Several rotten oranges were walking towards the conference room.

"Gakuganji just sent a message saying that they have successfully subdued Masamichi Yaga and Suguru Geto. The car carrying the villagers has also set off. The plan will be executed tonight."

To ensure the plan's success, they used the Jujutsu Headquarters' authority to dispatch most of the fighting force from Tokyo Jujutsu High, and they had their confidants quickly detain the principal, teacher, and Suguru Geto of Tokyo Jujutsu High. At this moment, the Tokyo Jujutsu High side probably still has no idea what's going on and doesn't realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Have Takahashi get ready too. Let that curse user impersonate Gojo Satoru, kill all those villagers, and then blame it all on Gojo Satoru."

As long as the fact that Gojo Satoru "lost control" and became a curse user is confirmed, Gojo Satoru will never be able to return to Jujutsu High. The Gojo family and Tokyo Jujutsu High will have nothing to say.

At the beginning of the birth of the Six Eyes, their options in facing the Six Eyes were "suppression and ostracism" and "bribery and seduction." They had also tried to make a good impression on Gojo Satoru, to see if they could win him over to the Jujutsu Headquarters.

If Gojo Satoru's power could be used for their benefit, it wouldn't be impossible to give the Gojo family some benefits.

But unfortunately, they felt very uncomfortable every time they interacted with Gojo Satoru.

The young Six Eyes was initially only as tall as their thighs. The small Six Eyes tilted his head up and looked at them with those emotionless blue eyes. Although it was an action of looking up at people, everyone present felt like they were being looked down upon by the Six Eyes.

Their inner darkness, greed, and vileness were all exposed under the gaze of the Six Eyes.

Finally, the little god in the dragonfly kimono sneered and turned away.

The rotten oranges: "..."

The rotten oranges felt like they had been mocked severely.

If Gojo Satoru himself were to explain this, it would probably be: rotten oranges have glass hearts, if someone looks at them, they'll break down on the spot—right?

They pushed open the door to the conference room and saw two figures lying on the ground.

"!!!"

The two assistant supervisors who often worked with them in the conference room were lying on the ground, unconscious. They didn't know whether they were fainted or dead.

The screens used to create a mysterious atmosphere in the conference room were all toppled over. A figure in a white kimono sat in the top seat, taking a call. Beside him were snacks he had bought on the way, cookies he had taken a bite of and then thrown on the ground, a drink he had half-finished...

"Huh? Suguru Geto attacked you with cursed spirits? You suspect he's really Gojo Satoru's accomplice? How is that possible~?"

The rotten oranges: "..."

Who are you, where are you sitting, and who are you talking to?

Gojo Satoru said impatiently, "Impossible, impossible, he definitely can't be Gojo Satoru's accomplice. Why do you ask? Because I am Gojo Satoru. Would I not know if I had an accomplice?"

After a while, Gojo Satoru hung up the phone with a grin and greeted the group of old men who had just pushed open the door.

"Yo~~~ old men, you're just coming to work at this time? You're living a pretty leisurely life."

The leading rotten orange was furious, "Gojo Satoru, what are you doing here?!"

The joyful smile on Gojo Satoru's lips widened silently.

He clasped his fingers together, his eyes shining brightly, and said excitedly, "Hey, have you ever seen the beginning of a new world?"

For a moment, the Jujutsu Headquarters' conference room was silent.

Gojo Satoru's smile couldn't help but widen, "Wow, you don't understand this? Communicating with old people is so tedious. Let's communicate in a simpler way—I'll give you two options, suicide, or—be killed by me?"

The leading rotten orange suddenly roared, "Gojo Satoru, you dare!"

One of the rotten oranges next to him quickly stopped him and gave him a wink, "Gojo Satoru, if you're willing to show up and solve the problem, that matter can actually be resolved in a more gentle way."

"Hmm~" Gojo Satoru looked innocent, "A gentle way to die? Sorry, there's no such option. Rotten oranges don't have the right to die peacefully."

The rotten orange who wanted to stabilize him snapped on a light that had hardly ever been turned on, smiling, "Your defection and your harming of non-sorcerers, as long as you're willing to sit down and talk, these are actually not big problems."

A colorless and odorless special poison began to spread through the Jujutsu Headquarters.

Seeing this, the other rotten oranges all retreated a few steps without a sound.

Gojo Satoru laughed.

"Yeah, it's not a big problem, because starting today, the Headquarters is going to be run my way."

The rotten orange's smile froze, "You..."

With a piercing explosion, his entire body flew into the air. The rotten orange only heard the rotten oranges around him shout something before his face was slammed hard against the overhead light.

Clang—

The overhead light shattered instantly, tearing open the rotten orange's face. Something sharp pierced into his flesh, followed by a large amount of colorless and odorless poison rushing into his nostrils. He struggled desperately, but that big hand still forcefully fixed his head to the ceiling.

The rotten orange's body slowly turned bluish-purple in the poison, and he gradually stopped struggling.

Another colleague who came back to his senses shouted, "Quickly, turn off the lights!"

They had just turned off the switch when, with a bang, a bluish-purple body fell beside them, twitching as if it was being electrocuted. Black blood began to flow from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

Clap, clap, clap.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands as he walked over, "Ah~ ah~ close call, close call~! This almost belonged to me."

The leading rotten orange widened his eyes, furious, "Go-jo! Sa-to-ru!"

Gojo Satoru smiled.

"Ao."

The body lying on the ground instantly exploded with blood and flesh. Another rotten orange suddenly pulled out his cane. The cane was carved with three heads, one of which, a red head, spat out a blazing fire, with ominous black smoke.

It was a curse.

A curse that made the enemy die consciously in the flames.

Whoosh—

The flames engulfed Gojo Satoru's figure. The scorching flames were about to melt the ceiling, but Gojo Satoru's gloating voice could still be heard from within the flames, "This is great! Now you guys started it first, the Honor Student and Yaga can't scold me~!"

The old man holding the cane heard Gojo Satoru's voice, his veins popped, and he decisively increased the firepower. When he felt it was enough, he instantly switched to another head.

Whoosh!

The white head spat out cold air, instantly freezing a large area in front of him into an ice sculpture.

He said gloomily, "I've temporarily controlled Gojo Satoru—"