Aside from Satoru Gojo, the first Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer to arrive was Yuta Okkotsu, wearing a white Jujutsu High uniform and carrying a long sword bag on his back.
His expression remained gentle, even carrying a hint of shyness.
But the moment he stepped into the conference room, a restrained yet terrifyingly vast cursed energy, like a boundless ocean, made everyone present instinctively hold their breath.
Upon entering, he politely gave a slight bow to the crowd.
However, when his gaze landed on Satoru Gojo, the gentle look on his face was instantly replaced by extreme astonishment.
"Gojo... sensei?"
He could clearly sense that the already unfathomable aura surrounding his teacher had undergone a complete rebirth.
It was a state of flawless harmony, as if he had entirely blended into the environment itself.
Following closely behind him was Mei Mei, an elegant woman with two extremely long braids and a beauty mark by the corner of her eye.
Behind her followed Ui Ui, sporting a bob cut and a somewhat timid expression.
Upon entering, Mei Mei did not look at anyone else in the room.
Her sharp eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything, landed on Satoru Gojo and Ian, sweeping back and forth between them.
An extremely keen intuition, unique to a top-tier miser, was frantically sounding alarms in her head.
There was the scent of "wealth" here.
Right at that moment.
"Bang!!!"
The massive, expensive conference room door, crafted from high-quality solid wood, was violently kicked open from the outside.
Amidst the flying wood splinters.
A figure no one expected appeared in the doorway.
He was shirtless, revealing a lean, fluid physique like a cheetah, brimming with explosive muscle power.
A blade of grass, plucked from who knows where, hung from the corner of his mouth.
Resting on his shoulder was a Special Grade Cursed Tool radiating an ominous aura.
On his face, which always carried a hint of untamed arrogance and madness, a hideous scar stretched from the corner of his mouth all the way to the base of his ear.
Toji Fushiguro!
The Tyrant of Heavenly Restriction who should have died long ago!
Ian felt that having just one Tyrant of Heavenly Restriction wasn't lively enough, so he casually used the Transmutation Tablet to resurrect the man who had once turned the entire Jujutsu society upside down.
Furthermore, he had Toji temporarily act as his "bodyguard," keeping him close by.
The conference room instantly fell into a dead silence.
Sitting at the far end of the conference table were two representatives from the Zen'in clan: Naobito Zen'in and Ogi Zen'in.
The moment the two of them saw the newcomer's face clearly, it was as if they had been struck by an invisible bolt of lightning. They shuddered in terror and literally sprang up from their seats.
The harsh clatter of their chairs overturning onto the floor shattered the dead silence.
On their faces, which usually wore expressions of arrogance and conceit, only one emotion remained.
Fear.
It was the most extreme kind of fear, stemming from the depths of their souls, as if they had just seen a ghost.
This man...
This man was the Zen'in clan's greatest nightmare—the one who had single-handedly turned the entire clan upside down and nearly destroyed it!
Looking at the two old geezers who were scared pale, Satoru Gojo revealed an incredibly bright, wicked grin.
Still feeling it wasn't chaotic enough, he grabbed Megumi Fushiguro, who had been standing frozen in place with a blank mind since earlier.
Pushing his student from behind, he brought him right in front of Toji Fushiguro.
Staring at Toji Fushiguro before him, Megumi opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Toji merely glanced down at him, then somewhat impatiently scratched his messy black hair.
"After the meeting, take me to see Tsumiki," he said.
With that said, he walked over to the darkest corner of the conference room on his own, shoved his cursed tool into the mouth of the cursed spirit wrapped around his torso, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes to rest.
It was as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Right at this eerily awkward moment.
The wild roar of a motorcycle engine approached from a distance.
The next second.
"Crash!"
The already battered wall of the conference room was smashed open by a heavy motorcycle, leaving a gaping hole.
A beautiful woman with a tall, fiery figure, wearing a tight leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her proud curves, made a dashing entrance while riding the still-smoking motorcycle.
It was Yuki Tsukumo!
The final Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer who had yet to arrive!
She hopped off the bike with flair, too lazy to even glance at the dumbfounded people around her.
She walked straight up to Ian.
With eyes full of wild charm, she looked Ian up and down.
Then, in a highly aggressive tone, she asked.
"Hey, handsome."
"What type of woman is your type?"
Ian also sized up the woman in front of him with great interest.
He recalled how, in the near future, this woman would be sneak-attacked by Kenjaku, ultimately meeting the tragic end of becoming "Forty-Four Point Five Yuki."
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
He answered with utmost seriousness.
"I think your type is pretty good."
Hearing this answer, Yuki Tsukumo paused for a moment before letting out a hearty laugh.
"Hahahaha!"
She reached out and heavily patted Ian on the shoulder.
"Not bad, not bad, you've got good taste!"
"However, I only like men who are stronger than me."
"Once this boring meeting is over, let's have a spar!"
On the other side, Mei Mei received a note secretly passed to her by Satoru Gojo.
It read: "That guy over there is even richer than me."
Mei Mei looked up and noticed Satoru Gojo's gaze shifting toward Ian.
She immediately walked over to Ian with elegant strides.
Then, cutting straight to the chase, she asked.
"Handsome, do you have anyone who needs 'taking care of,' or any missions?"
"The price is highly negotiable."
Seeing her beautiful face paired with her indescribable hairstyle, Ian found it incredibly hard to keep a straight face.
Then, with a casual flip of his hand.
A massive gold nugget weighing two hundred kilograms, radiating a blinding golden light, appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the floor in front of her with a dull thud.
"As long as you change that stupidly long hairstyle hanging in front of your face," he said.
"This piece of gold is yours."
The moment Mei Mei saw that massive gold nugget, a light even more dazzling than the gold itself burst from her eyes.
She didn't hesitate for a single second.
Her hands quickly undid her two signature braids.
Immediately after, she pulled out a giant battle axe gleaming with cold light from behind her back.
With a crisp "swish".
The long white braids in front of her were severed with a single swing of her axe.
Immediately following that, a dazzling flurry of axe swings flashed by.
When she raised her head again.
Her hairstyle had transformed into a highly fashionable, clean-cut Hime cut.
Having changed her hairstyle, she didn't even spare a glance at the people around her whose jaws had long since dropped.
She threw her arms around the massive gold nugget that was larger than her head, happily rubbing her cheek against it.
She looked as if she had just found the true love of her life.