Tokyo tropolitan Curse Technical College.
Yaga Masamichi, the Principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High, sat in his office, continuously answering calls. So were inquiries about the live broadcast, others were requests for manpower.
Principal Yaga was swamped, his throat so dry that he drank several bottles of mineral water. The water cooler in his office, which held a full barrel of mineral water, was emptied by him alone.
Office, water cooler, restroom.
Principal Yaga constantly moved between these three locations. He had no choice; if he didn't drink water, his throat would be too dry to speak, and if he didn't use the restroom, his bladder, which wasn't reinforced by Cursed Energy, couldn't hold out.
The nationwide chaos already put imnse pressure on him, but Zen'in Naoya's live broadcast promoting the Jujutsu World made the pressure so great that he barely had any ti to rest.
Just by raising his hand to scratch his head, a handful of hair ca out. Amidst a large amount of black hair, a few distinct white hairs were mixed in. Seeing this, he let out a heavy sigh.
The mont he sighed, the phone on his desk rang again. Principal Yaga reluctantly reached out to answer it, but instead of a person's voice, there was only a harsh, noisy static from the other end.
"Is this… signal interference?"
No sooner had Principal Yaga murmured this than he suddenly felt a strange and powerful Cursed Energy rapidly approaching from a distance.
He quickly ran out of Tokyo Jujutsu High and his gaze collided with Kashimo Haji, who had rushed over at high speed.
Kashimo Haji slightly raised his head, looking down, and his gaze fell upon Principal Yaga, who had rushed out of Tokyo Jujutsu High. After a long look, he opened his mouth.
"Are you Gojo Satoru?"
"…"
Principal Yaga's mouth twitched slightly. He had never dared to imagine such an absurd thing as being mistaken for Gojo Satoru before; it was truly outrageous.
However, it was precisely this absurd question that made Principal Yaga confirm that the person before him was definitely not a Modern Jujutsu Sorcerer, but an ancient Jujutsu Sorcerer who had revived for so unknown reason.
"What do you want with Gojo Satoru?!"
Principal Yaga watched Kashimo Haji with a grave expression. Whether it was his ability type or his identity, he was not the type to confront him head-on, especially since he held the position of Principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High and had long since retired to the sidelines.
However, facing the current situation, Principal Yaga naturally couldn't pretend not to see it. A surging Cursed Energy, long dormant, welled up within him, covering his entire body like armor.
Seeing this, Kashimo Haji imdiately showed a bored expression. Not only did Principal Yaga state that he wasn't Gojo Satoru, but it was also because he sensed the level of Principal Yaga's Cursed Energy.
It wasn't weak, but it was nowhere near strong.
However… "You seem to know Gojo Satoru. If I beat you down, will you tell where Gojo Satoru is? Or will Gojo Satoru co to save you?"
Thinking of this, Kashimo Haji's face once again showed interest. His entire body radiated dazzling, thundering Cursed Energy, displaying a level of power completely different from Principal Yaga's.
Principal Yaga naturally sensed this as well. He watched Kashimo Haji very seriously, until the mont Kashimo Haji burst forward and charged towards him. Suddenly, countless "needlework dolls" rushed out from within Tokyo Jujutsu High behind him.
Cat dolls, kappa dolls, caterpillar dolls, rabbit dolls, bear dolls… all sorts of dolls, like living Jujutsu Sorcerers, rushed towards Kashimo Haji, surrounding him and even engulfing him.
This was Principal Yaga's Cursed Technique, "Puppet Manipulation." Through special output of craftsmanship and Cursed Energy, he could easily mass-produce "Cursed Corpses" capable of Cursed Energy output and practical combat.
The Jujutsu World Higher-ups once tried to force Principal Yaga to reveal a simple thod for creating "Cursed Corpses." For this, they even promised that if Principal Yaga handed over this thod, they would grant him the title of "Special Grade Sorcerer."
But Principal Yaga refused, because he saw that the Jujutsu World Higher-ups intended to use his thod of creating "Cursed Corpses" to mass-produce combat power and wage war.
Principal Yaga yearned for peace and did not wish for his techniques to be used for conflict. His relationship with the Jujutsu World Higher-ups was very strained. If not for the presence of Special Grade Sorcerers like Chinatsu, Gojo, and Geto by his side, the Jujutsu World Higher-ups would probably have secretly moved against him long ago.
At this mont, he looked at the Cursed Corpse dolls that had engulfed Kashimo Haji, a hint of loneliness in his eyes. These Cursed Corpses were all ticulously crafted by him, and if he could, he did not wish to use them for combat.
Just as Principal Yaga sighed inwardly about this matter, the "small hill" engulfed by countless eyes suddenly erupted with a thunderous roar.
The Cursed Corpses were instantly sent flying by the lightning. Kashimo Haji stood almost unscathed in place, agitated electric currents coiling around his body.
"Where is Gojo Satoru?!"
His cold, silent eyes fixed on Principal Yaga, who, in response, had beads of cold sweat trickling down his cheeks.
This intensity… Could he be a Special Grade?
Having lost his Cursed Corpses, Principal Yaga clenched his fists. He tried hard to mobilize all his Cursed Energy to strengthen his physical body.
He had intended to at least entangle him for a while to buy ti, but who knew that Kashimo Haji would instantly appear less than a foot in front of him with a speed he couldn't even react to.
His hand clenched into a fist, and the thundering Cursed Energy wrapped around his body. What looked like a fist actually had the striking effect of a sharp file.
If Principal Yaga were hit by this punch, he, who did not possess Reverse Cursed Technique, would instantly lose his combat and even movent ability, and if not treated in ti, his life would even be in danger.
Just as his fist was about to strike Principal Yaga, his movent was forcibly stopped, or rather, his body was pulled back!
A strong suction force erged from behind, pulling his body. Before he could successfully break free, the suction force intensified again, pulling him backward and sending him flying.
Bang!!!
Kashimo Haji's body crashed into the wall of Tokyo Jujutsu High, which directly collapsed. Kashimo Haji slowly rose from it, his face not showing any frustration, but rather extre excitent.
Gojo Satoru appeared leisurely beside Principal Yaga with a teleport. He looked at Kashimo Haji, who was slowly rising from the ruins of the collapsed wall, with a smile on his face, and slowly extended a finger.
"Although I don't know who you are, it's not nice to bully old people, you know. Let be your opponent~" Gojo Satoru said with a smile, extending a finger.
"Although I don't know who you are, it's not nice to bully old people, you know. Let be your opponent~" Gojo Satoru said with a smile, extending a finger.
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