Although Suguru Geto's mental state had temporarily stabilized under Yoru's intervention,
the already murky waters of the jujutsu world began to surge with even more deadly undercurrents due to the shifts in the Riko incident and Satoru Gojo's complete loss of control.
Inside the General Headquarters, in a dim traditional room that never saw the light of day,
several paper doors hid the 'rotten oranges' who held the highest power in the jujutsu world.
"Satoru Gojo's recent actions have become increasingly reckless. He has even begun to openly refuse to execute certain missions we assign!"
An old and gloomy voice echoed within the room.
"After the failed assimilation, that brat was not only spared from punishment, but he became even more arrogant after mastering the Reverse Cursed Technique and Red!"
"The most irritating one is that fellow of unknown origin named Yoru!"
Another voice chimed in with fury.
"He not only survived against the Sorcerer Killer but could even suppress a Special Grade with his sheer presence! The Gojo family is now treating him as an honored guest and protecting him with everything they have!"
"These two uncontrollable factors coming together represent a tremendous threat to us!"
A brief silence fell behind the paper doors.
These higher-ups, accustomed to treating everyone as pawns, felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear for the first time.
They realized that whether it was the awakened Satoru Gojo or the man with bottomless strength, Yoru, both had completely exceeded their control!
In the face of absolute power, the political maneuvering and rules they took pride in were as fragile as paper!
"Since we cannot move against them openly, we will change our approach."
The voice sitting in the center suddenly lowered its volume, carrying a sickening, snake-like coldness.
"Doesn't Satoru Gojo pride himself on being the strongest? Then we shall have him execute the most dangerous, most taxing Special Grade missions that require him to traverse all of Japan!"
"Let him not even have time to sleep!"
"As for Suguru Geto and the other students at Jujutsu High..."
The man's tone was filled with extremely malicious calculation.
"Since they are the companions Satoru Gojo and Yoru care about most, we will start with them!"
"Assign them all missions with vague intelligence, high risk, or those that are simply impossible to complete!"
"Continuously whittle away the strength around Satoru Gojo and use the blood of their companions to wear down their will!"
"I want them to understand that in this jujutsu world, the consequence of defying the higher-ups is watching the people around them die one by one right before their eyes!"
The poisonous plot was set.
An invisible net began to silently spread toward the students and teachers of Jujutsu High.
Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Kiyotaka Ijichi was currently just a recently hired intern assistant supervisor who spent his days being timid.
He walked down the corridor, drenched in sweat, clutching a thick stack of mission briefings.
"Ijichi."
A gentle but undeniably oppressive voice suddenly rang out from around the corner.
Ijichi shuddered violently, nearly dropping the documents in his hands.
He looked up to see Yoru leaning against the wall, toying with the terrifying Shiranui and looking at him with a half-smile.
"S-Senior Yoru!"
Ijichi bowed hurriedly, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
In this school, the person he feared most besides Satoru Gojo—who teased him all day—was the monster before him, who seemed gentle but would draw his blade to cut down a Special Grade without a second thought!
"Don't be nervous. I'm just here to see what missions have come in lately."
Yoru reached out and pulled the stack of briefings from Ijichi's arms without leaving room for refusal.
The Transparent World didn't just allow him to see through human bodies; it made Yoru's perception acute to the extreme. Days ago, he had already sensed the abnormal shifts in mission assignments by the higher-ups.
Satoru Gojo had been sent to Hokkaido and Okinawa in succession; he was nowhere to be seen.
Meanwhile, Suguru Geto and the first-year students had received a large number of extremely dangerous missions with severe intelligence gaps.
'Those old bastards really can't change their ways,' Yoru thought, his eyes turning colder as he scanned the briefings.
"A Grade 2 mission? Location at an abandoned factory? Suspected presence of an unregistered Grade 1 Cursed Spirit?"
"A mission that is clearly a death trap is actually assigned to two newly enrolled Grade 2 sorcerers?"
Yoru sneered, pulling out that specific briefing and tearing it into pieces.
"Senior Yoru! That... that was issued by the higher-ups..."
Ijichi's face went pale with fright, and he stuttered as he tried to stop him.
"Shut up. I'll take responsibility if anything happens."
Yoru gave him a cold glance.
"Go back and tell the idiot who issued this mission that I'm taking it."
Over the next half month,
Yoru transformed into an extremely efficient mission-intercepting machine.
Any dangerous mission the higher-ups assigned to Suguru Geto or the other first-year students was forcibly intercepted by him through Ijichi.
Then, carrying Shiranui, he would adopt a violent stance and reduce any Cursed Spirits attempting to ambush the students—or even curse users hiding in the shadows—to ashes!
In the face of absolute violence, the higher-ups' conspiracy was forcibly torn open by Yoru!
However, one cannot walk by the river forever without getting their shoes wet.
The higher-ups also quickly noticed Yoru's interception behavior.
They began to become more cunning and secretive.
They no longer issued missions through regular channels but utilized more hidden internal contacts to bypass Masamichi Yaga and Ijichi, delivering mission orders directly to the students.
One afternoon, the sunlight was somewhat piercing.
Yoru had just finished an intercepted mission and returned to the school with his blade.
While passing the staff room, his sharp hearing caught a faint conversation coming from inside.
It was two unfamiliar assistant supervisors speaking in hushed tones.
"Has that Grade 2 mission briefing regarding the Tutelary Deity statue already been sent directly to those two first-year freshmen?"
"Don't worry, receipt has already been confirmed."
"The higher-ups gave instructions that this information must be kept absolutely confidential. We must not let that fellow Yoru find out."
The Tutelary Deity statue?!
The moment he heard those five words,
Yoru's pupils constricted suddenly, and an extremely violent murderous intent erupted from within him like a volcanic explosion, soaring into the sky!
The final straw that led to Suguru Geto's complete breakdown in the original story.
The fatal mission that caused the tragic death of the bright and cheerful Yu Haibara and cast a lifelong shadow over Kento Nanami!
The gears of fate had not only failed to stop but were turning once again in an even more malicious way!
Boom!
The wooden door of the staff room was kicked into splinters by an extremely domineering force!
Amidst the flying wood chips,
Yoru's face was as calm as still water. Carrying Shiranui, he walked in like a god of death emerging from the deepest depths of hell.
In those pitch-black eyes burned a terrifying rage sufficient to completely incinerate the entire General Headquarters.
"Who... are the executors?"
Yoru's voice was so cold it seemed to drop shards of ice, causing the two assistant supervisors to instantly feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their very souls frozen.
The roll call of death. That most desperate mission had quietly begun its prelude while they were still unaware!
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