December 20.
Four days remained until the final battle.
Tokyo — Jujutsu Headquarters.
This building served as the administrative center of the entire jujutsu world.
A place that symbolized authority.
And corruption.
Behind a wooden screen inside the council chamber sat several elderly men in traditional robes.
These were the Higher-Ups of the jujutsu world.
The true rulers who controlled policy, missions, and the fate of countless sorcerers.
Their voices rose angrily.
"That Satoru Gojo has become completely lawless!"
"He dared to interfere with the Prison Realm seal!"
"And now Sukuna is roaming free again!"
"He must be executed immediately!"
One of the elders hesitated.
"But… who exactly is capable of killing him?"
The room fell quiet.
Everyone knew the answer.
No one.
Another elder spoke reluctantly.
"Not only that."
"Even powerful sorcerers like Yuta Okkotsu and Yagami Sora are supporting him."
"If we provoke them…"
"We may lose control of the entire jujutsu society."
A cold voice snorted.
"Then we call foreign assistance!"
"Contact the American military!"
"Or negotiate with Kenjaku!"
"As long as we maintain our authority, Japan itself can be sacrificed!"
"Exactly!"
"As long as Gojo Satoru disappears, everything will return to normal!"
These men—known among sorcerers as "Rotten Oranges"—were willing to sell out the entire country just to preserve their power.
Then—
CRASH!
The heavy wooden doors exploded inward.
The meeting hall fell silent.
Two figures walked slowly through the dust.
One wore a black uniform and a blindfold.
His hands rested casually in his pockets.
A relaxed smile on his lips.
Gojo Satoru.
Beside him walked another man in a black trench coat.
His gaze was cold.
Invisible forces twisted the air around him.
Yagami Sora.
"Yo."
Gojo waved casually.
"Looks like everyone's here."
"Were you discussing how to kill me?"
The elders panicked instantly.
"Gojo Satoru?!"
"How did you get inside?!"
"What happened to the guards?!"
"And the barrier?!"
Yagami Sora pointed behind them.
The corridor was littered with unconscious guards.
Barrier talismans shattered across the floor.
"Those?"
"Too weak."
"Barely a warm-up."
Gojo walked calmly to the center of the room.
Then snapped his fingers.
"Since you enjoy meetings so much…"
"Let's add a new agenda."
He smiled.
"A reform plan for the jujutsu world."
Gojo raised one finger.
"First."
"The current Higher-Ups system is abolished."
"We will establish a new Sorcerers' Alliance."
"Second."
"All officials suspected of cooperating with curse users or leaking intelligence…"
"Will be executed immediately."
"Third…"
Gojo slowly removed his blindfold.
Revealing the legendary Six Eyes.
Blue light filled the room.
"If anyone disagrees…"
"You may speak now."
"I will persuade you with reason."
The room fell silent.
No one dared speak.
Because everyone knew.
Before absolute power—
Schemes meant nothing.
Finally, the oldest elder stood up.
His body trembling.
"You're committing treason!"
"We represent centuries of tradition!"
"If you kill us…"
"The entire jujutsu world will collapse!"
Yagami Sora laughed softly.
"Tradition?"
He looked at them with contempt.
"Your 'tradition' sends innocent students to die."
"Your 'tradition' protects criminals and traitors."
"That kind of tradition…"
"Deserves to disappear."
He raised his hand.
"Vector Manipulation — Gravity Amplification."
BOOM.
The elder slammed violently into the ground.
Bones shattered instantly.
His scream echoed through the hall.
Gojo looked calmly at the remaining elders.
"Well?"
"Any objections?"
They immediately collapsed to their knees.
"No!"
"We support the reform!"
"Lord Gojo, please spare us!"
Moments ago they had demanded his execution.
Now they trembled like animals awaiting slaughter.
Gojo nodded slowly.
"That's better."
Then his expression turned cold.
"But…"
"Some crimes can't be forgiven."
"Colluding with Kenjaku."
"Betraying fellow sorcerers."
"These are not solved with apologies."
He looked toward Yagami Sora.
"Finish it."
"Yes."
Yagami Sora raised his hand calmly.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
"Vector Manipulation — Air Compression."
WHOOSH.
The air inside the hall vanished instantly.
A vacuum formed.
The elders clawed desperately at their throats.
Their faces turned purple.
They tried to breathe—
But there was nothing left to inhale.
Minutes later…
Their bodies collapsed.
Silent.
Dead.
The Rotten Oranges were gone.
Yagami Sora clapped his hands lightly.
The vacuum dispersed.
Air rushed back into the chamber.
"Done."
Gojo looked down at the corpses.
His face was expressionless.
"That removes the last obstacle."
"In the next few days…"
"We'll take control of all headquarters resources."
"Intelligence networks."
"Cursed tool storage."
"And the auxiliary supervisors."
Yagami Sora nodded.
"I'll have Yuta and Maki manage the transition."
He glanced at the bodies.
"And these?"
Gojo turned toward the door.
"Burn them."
"Don't leave this place dirty."
A fire rose that night.
The corrupt organization that ruled the jujutsu world for centuries…
Turned to ash.
And from those ashes—
A new order was born.
This time there were no conspiracies.
No hidden manipulations.
Only power.
And the determination to protect the future.
The jujutsu world had changed forever.
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