"All of us together still can't kill him?"
Jogo stared at Kenkaju, unwilling to believe that Gojo could really be that overwhelming.
"He can escape easily," Kenkaju said calmly. "Or in the worst case, he'll exorcise all of you."
Jogo fell silent.
"So instead of killing him," Kenkaju suggested, "I recommend sealing him."
"Sealing?"Jogo was confused.
"Yes. Using the Special Grade Cursed Object — Prison Realm."
"Prison Realm!" Jogo's eyes widened. He'd definitely heard of it. The tiny volcano on his head almost erupted.
"That forbidden object… you have it?!"
A burst of flame spilled from the opening atop his head.
The restaurant's customers and staff suddenly felt the room heat up.
"Huh? Isn't the AC on? Why is it so hot?" one waiter whispered.
Seeing Jogo getting too excited, Kenkaju warned, "Don't make a scene."
"Heh. Then let's just kill everyone here." Jogo lifted a finger, suddenly in the mood for a warm-up massacre.
"Here are your drinks, dear customers. Please settle your bill when you're done." A familiar voice cut in.
Toji appeared beside Jogo, pressing down the hand the curse was about to extend. His other hand gently set the drinks on the table.
"And one more thing," Toji added casually, smiling. "Cold drinks don't taste good once they warm up. Right, Special Grade Sorcerer?"
"Hmm? You can see us?" Jogo's gaze sharpened, his grin widening into a jagged, charcoal-black set of teeth.
"In that case… you must die."
"BOOM!"
Flames exploded from Jogo's hand as he swung at Toji, intending to incinerate him instantly—
"Snap."
The next moment, half of Jogo's arm dropped to the floor. The burning limb was crushed under Toji's foot, the flames snuffed out by pure physical force bolstered by blood-qi energy.
"Small business like mine can't afford trouble from customers like you," Toji said lightly. "And… you don't want this to get big either, do you?"
He leaned down, still smiling.
"If we do fight, I promise at least one of you will never walk out."
He knew full well he couldn't take on all four special grades. But if they started wrecking his restaurant, he wasn't above using everything in his arsenal to take a few of them with him.
"With just you? A human without any cursed energy?" Jogo scoffed, regrowing his missing arm in an instant.
Toji merely smirked.
"It's not just me. And… Geto kid, you also don't want Gojo finding out you're still alive, do you?"
"Stop." Kenkaju raised a hand, halting Jogo.
They couldn't expose themselves yet — especially him. He had to appear only when it was time to deliver a fatal blow to Gojo.
Kenkaju looked at Toji and chuckled.
"Didn't expect this restaurant to be yours. Had I known, I would've chosen somewhere else."
"We won't cause trouble," he continued, "but you're not allowed to tell anyone about us. Deal?"
Toji raised a brow. "Fine. I'm just an ordinary guy now. You don't bother me, I won't bother you."
His son might be at Jujutsu High, but Toji had no interest in getting dragged back into the sorcerer world. He enjoyed his quiet life.
"A binding vow, then. Don't break it," Kenkaju said with a satisfied nod.
He stood, leading the three special grade curses out of the restaurant.
"Hold up. You haven't paid yet."
"..."
They grudgingly paid and left. Kenkaju was annoyed — even a random restaurant knew the face he was wearing.
Outside, Jogo asked,
"Geto, who was that guy without cursed energy? Why didn't you kill him?"
"Someone without cursed energy narrows it down to two people," Kenkaju replied.
"One is Jinsuke Zenin — a Jujutsu High teacher. The other is his younger brother."
He smirked.
"He has no cursed energy, but his strength rivals sorcerers. Even Gojo has fallen to him before. Killing him here would cause a massive incident."
He continued,
"In fact, be careful of Jinsuke. Word is he's obsessed with exorcising curses — especially powerful ones."
"Obsessed, huh?" Jogo's expression darkened. "Then he has to die."
He committed the man to memory.
"But first," Jogo said, "I want to meet Satoru Gojo. Tell me — how strong am I compared to Sukuna's fingers?"
Kenkaju thought for a moment, then smiled. "Honestly? Maybe eight or nine fingers."
"Eight or nine, huh?" Jogo looked pleased. "That's enough. Leave Gojo to me. I'll take Prison Realm afterward as a trophy."
The most powerful sorcerer… Jogo wanted to see for himself what the hype was about.
Meanwhile, at Tokyo Jujutsu High, the students were undergoing brutal training for the upcoming competition.
"You're too slow, Megumi! Why are you only showing up now?" Maki called, carrying a long staff over one shoulder.
Nobara was already sprinting laps with Panda supervising — or tormenting — her.
Megumi approached calmly. "Maki-senpai, as a sorcerer… what kind of people do you want to save?"
"Huh?" Maki turned, confused."I'm not interested in saving anyone."
Her priority was strength — not heroism.
Strictly speaking, she wasn't even a "sorcerer" by technical standards.
"I see," Megumi muttered, disappointed. He'd hoped for something meaningful.
A scream echoed across the field.
"AAAHHHHH—!!"
Panda was swinging Nobara by her legs like a giant flail, spinning her in full 360-degree rotations before launching her through the air.
"What… are they doing?" Megumi asked, ignoring Maki's incoming anger.
"Training, obviously!" Maki puffed her chest. "Your close-combat is terrible. If you want to compete, you have to get past me first."
She tapped her staff against the ground, smirking.
"Megumi, your father and my teacher were both monsters in close-quarters combat. How come you're this weak? Didn't they teach you anything?"
Fushiguro glanced at her.
"You think I can train like you? My focus is on cursed techniques. That's my specialty."
"You—!"
Maki's eye twitched.Was he mocking her for not having cursed energy? For being forced to rely on physical training alone?
"Oh, I see how it is." Her grin sharpened dangerously.
"You two — with me. From now on, I will personally train you."
Megumi had insulted her. Nobara was suffering already.
This training… would be hell.