Chapter 183
Boom!
A figure descended from the sky.
White hair, brilliant blue eyes—it was Satoru Gojo.
Dealing with Miguel had taken longer than expected.
A short while earlier, the foreign sorcerer had suddenly seemed to realize something, lost all enthusiasm for the fight, and withdrawn with a gloomy expression.
Gojo had not bothered pursuing him.
He had been in a hurry to return to Jujutsu High and confront his best friend.
Instead, he arrived to find the school grounds devastated.
The destruction was even worse than he had anticipated. Whatever battle had taken place here had clearly been brutal.
Then Gojo noticed Kiriya sitting cross-legged amid the wreckage, completely motionless.
His heart skipped a beat.
"Hey. Are you alive?"
Gojo appeared beside him and reached out to check his pulse.
Smack!
A pale but powerful hand caught his wrist.
Kiriya opened his eyes.
"Come on, Satoru. I know we’re close, but that doesn’t mean you can touch me whenever you feel like it."
He gave Gojo a solemn look.
"Only pretty girls are allowed to put their hands on this body!"
Gojo froze.
Not because of Kiriya’s shameless remark.
Because of his eyes.
They remained crimson, but the three tomoe were gone.
No—not gone.
They had stretched, twisted, and merged around the pupil, forming an intricate pattern with an eerie beauty.
"What happened to your eyes?"
Gojo’s expression sharpened.
Even through the Six Eyes, he could sense an intense threat within them.
"Oh, these?"
Kiriya looked unbearably pleased with himself.
"They evolved!"
He grinned.
"I’m now the proud owner of a Mangekyō Sharingan."
"Mangekyō Sharingan...?"
Gojo repeated the unfamiliar name, his curiosity immediately ignited.
"What can it do?"
He had never heard of such eyes before, but judging from Kiriya’s smug expression, their abilities were anything but ordinary.
"That’s still under investigation."
Kiriya chuckled.
"I’ll keep it secret for now."
"Hmph. If you still have enough energy to be annoying, you must be fine."
Gojo pulled his wrist free.
"Of course I’m fine."
Kiriya made a squeezing gesture with one hand.
"I’m amazing! Geto and four special-grade curses came at me together, and I still handled them easily."
"..."
Gojo fell silent.
He surveyed the ruined school grounds, and when he spoke again, sorrow lay beneath his calm voice.
"What about Geto?"
"Where is his body?"
"Up there."
Kiriya pointed toward the sky.
Gojo frowned.
"What does that mean?"
"I blew him apart."
Kiriya’s tone remained casual.
"There isn’t really a body left."
Crack.
Gojo’s fists clenched.
For one brief moment, he wanted to punch Kiriya squarely in the face!
He had accepted that Geto might die today.
Even so, he had hoped his best friend could retain some final dignity—at least enough to be properly buried.
"You want to give him a grave?" Kiriya asked quietly.
"I’d advise against it."
"Otherwise, someone may desecrate his remains."
Gojo’s head snapped toward him, cold light filling his eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
"In ancient times, there was an evil sorcerer whose technique allowed him to transplant his brain into another person’s body."
Kiriya’s expression became serious.
"By stealing one body after another, he has survived for more than a thousand years."
Beneath the night sky, Kiriya revealed everything he knew about Kenjaku.
His body-hopping technique.
The Culling Game.
His intention to force humanity into a merger with Tengen and create an entirely new form of cursed existence.
When Gojo learned that Riko Amanai’s death had also been orchestrated by Kenjaku, his murderous intent exploded.
That failed mission had been one of the greatest turning points in Geto’s life.
In other words, Kenjaku bore part of the responsibility for the path Geto had taken.
And now that same creature intended to steal his best friend’s body.
There were some things Gojo could tolerate.
This was not one of them.
"Where is he?"
Gojo was already eager to find the ancient sorcerer and tear him apart.
"Kaori Itadori."
Kiriya gave him the name.
"A housewife. That’s his current identity."
Gojo immediately prepared to leave, but Kiriya caught his arm.
"Don’t rush in."
"That thing has lived for over a thousand years. There’s no telling how many traps or backup plans he’s prepared."
"More importantly, he possesses a weapon designed specifically to deal with you."
Kiriya then explained the Prison Realm.
Gojo’s brows drew together.
Without Kiriya’s warning, he might genuinely have walked straight into the trap.
A special-grade cursed object capable of sealing even Limitless...
The old monster had certainly accumulated some remarkable tools over the centuries.
"So we need a proper plan."
Kiriya leaned closer and began speaking quietly.
"First, you’ll do this. Then you’ll arrange that..."
Gojo’s eyes gradually brightened, and he nodded repeatedly.
Then something occurred to him.
He looked at Kiriya suspiciously.
"Hold on. You’ve assigned everything to me."
"What will you be doing?"
"Me?"
Kiriya looked offended by the question.
"I’m going on a date!" He spoke as though it were obvious.
"I’m about to leave. I should spend some time with her before I go."
"You’re leaving?"
Gojo’s mouth opened slightly.
"Yeah. There are some things back home that need my attention."
Kiriya’s tone remained light.
Then he looked Gojo up and down.
"I’ve already exposed every secret that old monster has. Don’t tell me you still can’t handle him, Mr. Strongest."
"Hahaha! Of course I can."
Gojo slapped his chest confidently.
"Leave it to me."
Kiriya vanished.
Gojo watched the place where he had been standing and smiled.
"Take care, kid."
...
Using the Flying Thunder God mark he had left on Maki, Kiriya quickly found her carving through curses in Shinjuku.
Before she could process his sudden appearance, he grabbed her hand and teleported them both away.
They reappeared atop a building in Shibuya.
"Where are we going?" Maki asked.
"On a date."
"What?"
Her voice jumped several octaves.
She had been enjoying herself on the battlefield, and he had dragged her away for a date?
That was one hell of a change in plans.
"I’m going home."
Kiriya looked directly into her eyes.
"I may be gone for a while, so I wanted to spend some time with you before I leave."
Maki’s irritation vanished.
She studied his face carefully.
"You’re serious?"
"Completely."
Kiriya straightened his clothes.
"Choose anywhere you like. I’m paying."
"..."
Maki remained quiet for a moment, then pointed toward a nearby entertainment district.
Kiriya followed her finger and nearly choked.
His throat moved as he swallowed.
"You’ve already chosen?"
"I did some research," Maki replied with suspicious confidence. "That place has excellent private facilities."
She grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away.
Kiriya did not move.
"Wait. We need supplies first."
With a completely serious expression, he took Maki to a costume store nearby.
He gestured broadly toward one entire display wall.
"We’ll take everything there. Please package it and send it to our hotel."
Maki stared at him.
Under the impressed gaze of the clerk, she wished the floor would open and swallow her.
That night, the two of them spent their final hours together away from missions, training, and the jujutsu world.
Kiriya’s dramatic collection of costumes provided Maki with more than enough material to confirm one important fact: The boy she had chosen was a complete weirdo!
"You’re only realizing that now?"
Kiriya laughed as the lights dimmed.
"You’re far too late."
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