Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

The battle ended. The Aurors handled the cleanup. Whether they were dead Death Eaters or living ones, they were all under the Aurors’ responsibility now.

Mr. Lucius Malfoy was in a very bad position.

Though he kept insisting that Voldemort had coerced him.

Given that he had used the same excuse last time, he likely would not escape prison this time.

Even if he was not sent to Azkaban, his fate would certainly not be pleasant.

As for Azkaban…

Professor McGonagall informed Fudge that the Dementors had defected to Voldemort. His expression turned ugly, but he did not directly state what would be done next.

Professor McGonagall was worried.

Cornelius Oswald Fudge had always placed immense trust in the Dementors during his tenure as Minister for Magic.

There had been no shortage of outside criticism, but Fudge had no idea where he got his confidence from. He had always believed the Dementors would guard Azkaban well for him.

Those monsters had been Voldemort’s allies during the last turmoil.

The Death Eaters’ mass breakout had already pushed Fudge’s credibility to the brink. Now, it had further confirmed that they had once again helped the Dark Lord attack Hogwarts.

To keep his position, Professor McGonagall felt that he would do everything possible to suppress the matter.

For example, he might claim that Voldemort had never been resurrected.

That this attack was merely Death Eater retaliation—such nonsense.

Given Fudge’s obsession with power, he was entirely capable of doing such a thing.

By the time the Ministry of Magic had taken everyone away, the sun had already set, leaving only a faint crimson glow in the clouds.

Professor McGonagall found Dumbledore and voiced her concerns.

Dumbledore smiled. "Professor McGonagall, whether in teaching or managing school affairs, you have always performed exceptionally well. You would be very suitable as the next headmaster."

Professor McGonagall froze for a moment. She did not understand why Dumbledore was changing the subject.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, that is not important. Something more urgent is happening right now…"

"No, Professor McGonagall, it is very important, because I will no longer continue as Hogwarts’ headmaster."

"What?!"

Professor McGonagall cried out, drawing the attention of the surrounding teachers.

She lowered her voice. "That will not do. Hogwarts cannot do without you."

Dumbledore looked toward the towering castle on the cliff, his eyes filled with emotion. "This castle is my home, but it is also my restraint. During my time here, my vision has narrowed. I have failed to see the ever-changing transformations beyond it."

Professor McGonagall did not understand what Dumbledore meant. "Hogwarts is where wizards begin. All change should begin here as well."

Dumbledore’s gaze deepened as he sighed softly. "As you said, only ‘wizards.’"

Professor McGonagall seemed to guess what Dumbledore meant. She frowned. "The change you speak of is… Muggles?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Once, a student told me that as time passed, the destruction of the magical world would become imminent."

Professor McGonagall smiled, unconcerned.

"At first, my attitude was much like yours. Magic is so mysterious and powerful—how could it possibly be destroyed?"

"Yet the seed of doubt was planted in my heart. You know, my curiosity has always been quite strong."

Dumbledore made a joking remark, then continued, "While I was searching for Horcruxes, I frequently traveled through the Muggle world. Unlike before, I became curious about their world and stopped to observe it."

"Gradually, I came to understand something, and I began to worry. That worry was even stronger than anything Voldemort had ever made me feel!"

Professor McGonagall did not know what Dumbledore was worried about, but his emotions still affected her. Her heart immediately tightened.

"They are changing every moment. But what about us?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, we are advancing too."

"Does occasionally inventing a few new spells count as progress?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I do not understand. Is that not enough?"

Facing Professor McGonagall’s challenge, Dumbledore replied decisively, "It is not enough!"

"Professor McGonagall, the magical world did not begin promoting pure-blood theory in Voldemort’s era. Thousands of years have passed, yet we have not changed in the slightest."

"How much longer are we going to remain trapped in these trivial matters?"

Professor McGonagall asked in confusion, "Are these trivial matters…?"

Dumbledore sighed.

"Compared to the survival of the magical world, of course they are trivial."

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth and stared at Dumbledore in shock.

"The magical world cannot remain hidden forever. Muggle technology is becoming more and more advanced, and the space available for us to live in will only grow smaller."

"One day, the two worlds will inevitably collide. When that happens, what will wizards do?"

"Fight?"

"Thousands of years ago, wizards had to disappear even when facing Muggles armed only with swords and blades. Now, they have not only machine guns, but aircraft and artillery!"

"How many shells can Hogwarts’ barrier withstand?"

Professor McGonagall wanted to argue, but every word Dumbledore spoke struck with undeniable force.

In truth, many wizards knew that the magical world was the weaker side, but their inner pride would not allow them to admit it.

Because wizards had been different from birth.

"It is time to change. In the past, mortals rejected us because they feared the power of wizards. In the future, they may even destroy us simply because we are different."

Dumbledore no longer used Muggle to refer to ordinary people who did not understand magic. Instead, he chose the more neutral term, mortals.

"Now is the best opportunity. We have not yet completely decayed, and they are strong enough not to fear us. The two sides can communicate as equals."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall seemed to understand what Dumbledore intended to do. Her emotions grew agitated.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and smiled. "I must lead the magical world to change, so I will become the next Minister for Magic."

Not run for election, but become.

The old man who had rejected the position of Minister for Magic countless times in his life was finally about to step onto an unprecedented stage.

Meanwhile, Chu Yang had quietly arrived in another space.

The familiar palace.

The familiar throne.

Not long after Voldemort died, Magic Chu Yang felt the Soul Palace’s summons. By the time he came back to his senses, people were already standing all around him. After sharing their memories, everyone learned of Voldemort’s death.

Demon Slayer Chu Yang was the first to speak. "How did it feel to beat the boss?"

Magic Chu Yang smiled. "Even emptier than you felt…"

Early on, Voldemort could still be considered a threat, but as each clone experienced explosive growth, he became less and less worth noticing.

Marvel Chu Yang said, "You can share memories and abilities in real time from now on, right?"

Magic Chu Yang nodded. Like Demon Slayer Chu Yang, he could now share abilities and memories with every version of himself in every world whenever he wanted.

He no longer needed to rely on the Soul Palace for "updates."

This was very good news for the Chu Yangs in the other worlds.

The improvement of swordsmanship mainly depended on Demon Slayer Chu Yang. The Source Breathing: First Form: Sun-Moon Rotation that Marvel Chu Yang had used against the Destroyer Armor was Demon Slayer Chu Yang’s masterpiece, and its power was extremely impressive.

From now on, Magic Chu Yang could take full responsibility for researching technique-based abilities, including Ninjutsu and Kido.

This greatly reduced the burden on Hokage Chu Yang and Shinigami Chu Yang.

The former needed to spend his time extracting the Otsutsuki bloodline, while the latter needed to awaken his Zanpakuto as soon as possible.

As for jujutsu, Jujutsu Chu Yang had yet to awaken his innate technique. Among non-innate techniques, he had only learned barrier techniques and a small portion of jujutsu applications, so they held little research value.

However, Magic Chu Yang was preparing to fuse all the different types of techniques together. When the time came, Ninjutsu and Kido might be cast in the form of jujutsu.

There was no need to waste energy learning jujutsu. He only needed to properly master the use of Cursed Energy.

Another point was that the more versions of himself there were in each world, and the stronger they became, the stronger Chu Yang’s Cursed Energy would become. Besides jujutsu, there was also the even more terrifying skill known as Black Flash.

A Black Flash referred to the spatial distortion produced when the discrepancy between a physical strike and a Cursed Energy impact was within 0.000001 seconds. Its power was the 2.5th power of Cursed Energy strength and physical strength.

Those who had experienced Black Flash and those who had not were worlds apart in their distance from the core of Cursed Energy. Simply put, their control over Cursed Energy was completely different.

Using Gojo Satoru as a comparison, Chu Yang’s Cursed Energy strength was certainly not as high as Gojo Satoru’s. But once physical strength was added in, Chu Yang was confident he could close the gap between them.

Taken together, the power of their Black Flashes would not differ much.

In the Jujutsu Kaisen world, no cursed spirit or Jujutsu Sorcerer could withstand Gojo Satoru’s Black Flash. In other words, Chu Yang’s Black Flash possessed the same absolute destructive power.

So rather than studying jujutsu, it was better to focus on Black Flash. The latter’s potential was almost limitless.

Unfortunately, since curses first appeared in the World of the Living, not a single Jujutsu Sorcerer had been able to deliberately perform a Black Flash. The 0.000001-second margin was simply too demanding.

Most Jujutsu Sorcerers who performed Black Flash did so accidentally in battle, relying on instinct.

Jujutsu Chu Yang’s current goal was to become the first person to deliberately perform Black Flash.

With Magic Chu Yang’s help, he would succeed sooner or later.

It was rather regrettable that Hokage Chu Yang’s Multi Shadow Clone Technique, which he had only recently learned, could not carry powers other than Chakra—especially a special power like Cursed Energy, which originated from negative emotions.

If he could use Multi Shadow Clones to explore the key to performing Black Flash, the entire process would only go faster.

After Magic Chu Yang exchanged a few simple words with Jujutsu Chu Yang, he walked over to Marvel Chu Yang. The two began discussing Asgardian magic.

Asgardians were born with extraordinary constitutions and did not need wands as mediums to control the output of Magic Power. Their bodies were the best wands.

Chu Yang’s constitution was also completely different from that of ordinary people. He could fully learn from their casting methods, and after studying them in depth, he immediately had new ideas for improving wandless casting.

After Magic Chu Yang returned, it likely would not be long before he could cast the Imperius Curse without a wand.

This would be a tremendous help to Marvel Chu Yang’s future plans. He intended to use it to control the entire Hydra organization.

After the Battle of New York, the Hydra hidden within S.H.I.E.L.D. would take the Tesseract and the Mind Scepter. He was determined to obtain both of them.

Since they could create Captain Marvel, Scarlet Witch, and Vision, they could likewise elevate Chu Yang’s power to an even higher level.

With the Avengers clearly destined to lose, he did not want to place his hopes for survival on the fifty-percent chance of Thanos snapping his fingers.

A moment later, the mist returned everyone to their respective worlds.

Jujutsu Kaisen world.

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and onto a large bed. The glare made Chu Yang unable to open his eyes, and he muttered as he climbed out of bed.

He took a large bottle of ice water from the refrigerator and stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking as he looked out at the bustling commercial district in the distance.

Chu Yang now lived in a luxury apartment in central Tokyo.

This apartment had been his dream back when he was a corporate slave.

Not long after becoming a Jujutsu Sorcerer, he had saved up more money than an ordinary person working 996 could earn in a lifetime.

Matching the high pay was even greater risk.

In the Jujutsu Sorcerer profession, there was no shortage of people who died before spending their money.

After admiring the busy figures of Corporate Slaves, Chu Yang left the balcony. He went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of leftover marbled beef from last night, and put it in a frying pan.

Listening to the sizzling pan and smelling the meat, Chu Yang swallowed.

Just as he was about to put the medium-well steak into his mouth, the phone on the table rang. Chu Yang picked it up and saw that the caller was Kento Nanami.

He answered the call.

"Nanami-senpai, what is it so early in the morning?"

"I heard you took down another Grade One cursed spirit last night?"

"That cursed spirit was injured. I was just picking up an easy kill."

"You said the same thing last time!"

Chu Yang put the scorching grilled meat into his mouth and kept blowing out air as he mumbled, "Senpai, don’t worry. A corporate slave like me will definitely run if things start looking bad."

Kento Nanami fell silent for a moment before saying flatly, "Take it easy. Don’t ignore everything just to make money."

Chu Yang was quite surprised. "Senpai, you would actually say something like that?"

Kento Nanami replied stiffly, "You became a Jujutsu Sorcerer because of me. I do not want to end up collecting your corpse. It would ruin my mood when I retire."

Chu Yang nodded. "Then I will try not to die. But speaking of which, you did not call me this early just for that, did you?"

Kento Nanami said, "Of course not. I am not that free. You need to come to Jujutsu High. Something major has happened!"

Chu Yang glanced at the time displayed on his phone.

December 20, 2017.

Four days until the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

There were two schools in the jujutsu world that trained Jujutsu Sorcerers.

Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.

Kyoto Prefectural Jujutsu High School.

And the Jujutsu High Kento Nanami referred to was Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, where Gojo Satoru worked as a teacher.

Jujutsu High was like Hogwarts in the Harry Potter world.

The slight difference was that Jujutsu High also possessed some powers and obligations similar to those of the "Ministry of Magic."

Chu Yang’s apartment was very far from Jujutsu High. It took around thirty minutes by taxi just to get near the place. Gojo Satoru and Kento Nanami had brought him there once before.

A Jujutsu Sorcerer like Chu Yang, who had joined halfway through, needed someone to vouch for him before he could complete his registration.

Jujutsu High was located deep within a densely forested mountain on the outskirts of Tokyo. Outside was a narrow two-lane road for vehicles. One wrong move could easily result in tragedy.

No ordinary people came here.

After getting out of the taxi, Chu Yang slowly walked up the mountain road. Before long, he saw a cluster of distinctly old-fashioned buildings. Kento Nanami, dressed like an office worker, stood waiting for him at the end of the road.

Chu Yang himself was also wearing a suit and tie.

Standing together, they looked like office workers on a business trip.

"Nanami-senpai, can you change your outfit?"

"You are dressed the same way. What right do you have to criticize me?"

As the two bickered, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared and said with a grin, "You two are as close as ever."

Chu Yang looked disgusted. "Gojo-senpai, that sounded kind of gross."

Kento Nanami frowned deeply. "You were already annoying before, but you are undoubtedly at your most annoying now."

Gojo Satoru clutched his chest and said sadly, "That hurts my feelings, you know."

Kento Nanami quickly walked past Gojo Satoru.

"Ignoring me hurts my feelings too, Nanami~~~" Gojo Satoru shouted after him.

"That’s enough. Even I’m starting to feel embarrassed for you!" Chu Yang reminded him.

"Is that so? Then we’ll call it a day." Gojo Satoru scratched his head and led Chu Yang inside. "I heard you’ve been pretty active lately. You’ve exorcised quite a few Grade 1 Cursed Spirits. In just two or three months, your evaluation has been changed three times. It’s basically revised every month, and the people upstairs are under a lot of pressure."

Chu Yang shrugged. "It doesn’t matter whether they revise it or not. I don’t care much about that stuff. They can do whatever they want. Too much pressure makes you go bald, though. Then again, at the age those higher-ups are, they probably don’t have much hair left anyway."

The corners of Gojo Satoru’s mouth lifted. "You really are interesting. Much more interesting than Nanami."

Along the way, Chu Yang saw many people—students, teachers, and… a panda!

Chu Yang stopped walking and carefully examined the panda before him.

It was a fully autonomous Cursed Corpse created by Masamichi Yaga, the principal of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School. It possessed an independent personality and emotions.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Panda seemed annoyed by Chu Yang’s gaze and raised his fist in warning.

"Because I really like pandas."

Chu Yang answered honestly.

At that, Panda immediately stopped being angry. He gave an embarrassed dry laugh, and his gaze toward Chu Yang became much friendlier.

As they spoke, two men and a woman approached from nearby.

One of the three was a boy with the lower half of his face covered. He said to Gojo Satoru, "Seaweed Roll."

Gojo Satoru waved. "Hello, Inumaki."

The other man and woman greeted him as well.

"Yuta, Maki, when did you get here?"

"When you went out just now."

The well-proportioned Maki Zenin looked at Chu Yang and asked, "Gojo-sensei, he looks pretty young. Is he a student at our school too?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. But you should have heard his name. You even asked me about him not long ago."

Maki Zenin thought for a moment, then her pupils suddenly contracted. She said in shock, "He’s the guy who took out five Grade 1 Cursed Spirits in a month? I remember his name was…"

"Yang!" Gojo Satoru gestured wildly and announced in an exaggerated voice, "This rising new star of the Jujutsu Kaisen world is named Yang!"

Quite a few people around them heard Gojo Satoru’s voice and immediately focused their attention on Chu Yang.

The various factions of the Jujutsu Kaisen world had long heard of this genius Jujutsu Sorcerer who had entered the profession midway through life. Everyone was curious what this young man actually looked like.

For a moment, even the upcoming Night Parade of One Hundred Demons seemed unimportant. Every topic revolved around Chu Yang.

Maki Zenin ignored Gojo Satoru’s antics and stared straight at Chu Yang. "I heard that, so far, you’ve only used Taijutsu while exorcising Cursed Spirits?"

Chu Yang smiled. "Can’t be helped. I’m new to this line of work and not very good at using jujutsu, so I can only make a living with my body."

Make a living with his body…

Quite a few people’s mouths twitched upon hearing that. In just a few months, he had made it to Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. Was this line of work really that easy?

Then why couldn’t anyone else do it?

Maki Zenin said softly, "Can we spar later?"

Chu Yang scratched his head. "Let’s forget it. I need to save my strength for the mission. This one seems pretty troublesome."

Maki Zenin grew a little anxious. She had been born without an innate technique, and her Cursed Energy level was about the same as an ordinary person’s. She could not even see Cursed Spirits, needing Cursed Tools to observe and fight them.

Compared with Toji Fushiguro’s completely pure "Heavenly Restriction" of zero Cursed Energy, Maki Zenin’s Heavenly Restriction was not pure. Although her physical abilities were far beyond those of ordinary people, she still could not reach Toji Fushiguro’s monstrous level.

At the same time, Maki Zenin did not possess Toji Fushiguro’s high resistance to curses.

Aside from collecting powerful Cursed Tools, her only path to improvement was strengthening her Taijutsu.

There were very few Jujutsu Sorcerers qualified to guide her in this area. She herself was already a Taijutsu master.

Gojo Satoru’s strength existed on an entirely different level and had nothing to do with Taijutsu technique, so he could not help her either.

But Chu Yang’s combat style, as he had displayed it so far, was exactly the same path as hers.

Forget guidance—even a simple fight could bring Maki Zenin considerable insight.

"It won’t take much of your time!"

Maki Zenin said to Chu Yang excitedly.

"Please help Maki."

Yuta Okkotsu said earnestly from beside her.

Toge Inumaki followed with a deep bow.

Panda struggled with himself for a long time before reluctantly saying, "If you agree to fight her, I’ll let you touch my fur. It feels really nice!"

Chu Yang immediately refused. "No need. I’m not interested in your fur."

Maki Zenin shot Panda a vicious glare. Panda gave an awkward laugh and obediently shut up.

"Just have one match, little Yang~~~"

At some point, Gojo Satoru had slipped behind Chu Yang. He whispered in his ear, "I want to know how strong you are now too. If you think Maki isn’t strong enough, I can fight you myself…"

Everyone present looked over in shock!

Gojo Satoru had an arm around Chu Yang’s shoulder as he casually said something utterly shocking.

Chu Yang knocked his hand away and said flatly, "If I fight you, I’ll need to rest for several months. Do you know how much money I could make in those months?"

Gojo Satoru covered his forehead helplessly. "Nanami really corrupted you. All you think about, whether your eyes are open or closed, is money."

Chu Yang said disdainfully, "You were born into a major clan. You have no idea how hard Corporate Slaves work to make money. You’re talking without knowing the pain. If I’m doing this job not to make money, then what, am I doing charity?"

Driven back by Chu Yang’s retorts, Gojo Satoru raised both hands in surrender. Yet a certain sentence from his best friend resurfaced in his mind.

Jujutsu Sorcerers existed to protect non-sorcerers.

Gojo Satoru looked at the young man before him, then suddenly burst into laughter. "I’m really glad you’re a Jujutsu Sorcerer who became a corporate slave midway through life. You’ve seen society’s dark side, so you won’t cling to any naive ideas."

"And you definitely won’t turn extreme because your beliefs collapse. You don’t have any beliefs to begin with. All you see is money…"

"Hahahaha!"

Chu Yang could not quite tell whether this guy was praising him or mocking him.

"Gojo-sensei, isn’t that a little inappropriate?"

Yuta Okkotsu reminded him cautiously.

"It’s fine. This guy has a strong mental fortitude. Don’t underestimate Corporate Slaves!"

Gojo Satoru said righteously.

Chu Yang suddenly felt his hands itch, but before he mastered deliberately triggering Black Flash, he decided to endure it.

Gojo Satoru’s laughter soon drew over a tall, stern-faced middle-aged man.

"Gojo Satoru, quiet down! The meeting is about to begin!"

"Students are not to gather here. Today’s meeting has nothing to do with you!"

The middle-aged man carried an imposing presence. From his attitude toward Gojo Satoru alone, his identity could be guessed.

The principal of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School—Masamichi Yaga.

As a remarkably rare master Cursed Corpse creator, Masamichi Yaga was only a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, but the Jujutsu Kaisen world valued him no less than a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Moreover, he had created a fully autonomous Cursed Corpse like Panda.

If he had not publicly claimed that Panda’s birth was an accident, Masamichi Yaga would have long since been recognized as a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Masamichi Yaga’s arrival meant that the meeting had officially begun.

Before leaving, Maki Zenin continued to stare sincerely at Chu Yang. He had no choice but to reluctantly agree to her request.

Gojo Satoru clapped and cheered from the side, clearly delighted by the spectacle.

Then Masamichi Yaga shot him another fierce glare.

The Jujutsu Sorcerers invited by the school gradually entered the meeting room. When Chu Yang stepped through the door, Masamichi Yaga suddenly glanced at him.

There was a trace of emotion in his gaze.

The last time Chu Yang had met Masamichi Yaga was on the day Gojo Satoru brought him in to register as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

At first, Masamichi Yaga had not thought highly of Chu Yang.

But under Gojo Satoru’s strong recommendation, he had still allowed Chu Yang to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

That was also the entire Jujutsu Kaisen world’s usual attitude toward Jujutsu Sorcerers who had not graduated from a Jujutsu High School.

Thinking about it carefully, it was perfectly normal.

How could a first-rate prestigious university possibly think highly of a vocational school student?

Yet it was not long before Chu Yang used his actions to slap the faces of some higher-ups—especially those arrogant Jujutsu Sorcerers who styled themselves as members of great families.

Everyone took their seats.

Chu Yang sat beside Kento Nanami, while Gojo Satoru stood in the corner, still looking as frivolous as ever.

Kiyotaka Ijichi, the assistant supervisor responsible for the school’s later operations, began hosting the meeting.

The board behind him was covered with information.

The subject of that information was Suguru Geto, the mastermind behind the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

Suguru Geto had originally been a student at the school and Gojo Satoru’s classmate. The two had been best friends and were known together as the strongest at the school.

The Suguru Geto of the past had been an exemplary young man. He firmly believed that Jujutsu Sorcerers should protect the weak, until he realized that humanity’s dark and ugly side was even more disgusting than Cursed Spirits. Only then did Suguru Geto’s thinking begin to change, and the justice in his heart gradually crumbled.

By chance, Suguru Geto learned from Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer Yuki Tsukumo how Cursed Spirits were formed.

Ordinary people could not control the faint Cursed Energy generated by their negative emotions.

When this Cursed Energy leaked into the outside world, it continually grew through the accumulation of negative emotions, eventually forming curses.

Cursed Spirits were merely one manifestation of that process.

Thus, Suguru Geto came up with the idea that if he created a world containing only Jujutsu Sorcerers, Cursed Spirits would no longer be born.

In other words, he would kill every ordinary human who could not become a Jujutsu Sorcerer.

After witnessing all manner of human ugliness, Suguru Geto’s malice toward ordinary people only grew greater, until he finally embarked on an extreme path.

During one mission, Suguru Geto witnessed ignorant villagers persecuting two little girls who possessed Cursed Energy. His rage at humanity finally reached its peak.

Suguru Geto slaughtered those villagers and left with the two girls. From that day onward, he changed from a Jujutsu Sorcerer into a curse user aligned with evil. He gathered curse users in similar circumstances and established Geto’s Group.

Suguru Geto’s jujutsu was called Cursed Spirit Manipulation. He could absorb natural Cursed Spirits and claim them for his own use.

In Chu Yang’s view, Suguru Geto was a Pokémon master in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, except the process was a little disgusting.

To absorb a Cursed Spirit, one had to turn it into a black spherical object and swallow it into the body.

The process of swallowing one was like eating a rag that had been used to wipe up vomit.

Just thinking about it was disgusting enough.

Yet Suguru Geto had swallowed them five thousand times!

Looking at it that way, it was only a matter of time before he went extreme. Anyone would go crazy if they had to do that.

Strong as it was, Chu Yang respectfully declined such disgusting jujutsu.

When the gap in strength exceeded two grades, Suguru Geto could forcibly acquire a Cursed Spirit, skipping the process of subduing it.

Therefore, as a Special Grade, Suguru Geto possessed five thousand Grade 2 and lower Cursed Spirits.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons he spoke of was to release these thousands of Cursed Spirits into Tokyo and Shinjuku, carrying out indiscriminate slaughter of ordinary people.

After the Jujutsu Sorcerers attending the meeting heard Kiyotaka Ijichi’s report, quite a few of them looked puzzled.

The enemy’s momentum was fierce, but their strength did not seem as formidable as expected.

Masamichi Yaga voiced their doubts as well. "No matter how many Cursed Spirits there are, they’re only Grade 2 fodder. They pose no threat. As for the curse users around Suguru Geto, their numbers aren’t particularly high…"

Gojo Satoru reminded them from the side, "That’s exactly what’s strange. Based on what you know of Suguru Geto, would he wage a war he was destined to lose?"

Both openly and implicitly, he was saying that Suguru Geto had another scheme.

It was simply that no one expected Suguru Geto’s target to be the Special Grade Cursed Spirit possessed by Yuta Okkotsu.

The "Queen of Curses," Rika Orimoto.

Because Suguru Geto had once told a lie during his student days. He had claimed that he could not absorb Cursed Spirits that had once formed a master-servant relationship.

That was actually wrong.

He merely needed to kill the Cursed Spirit’s master.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons was meant to lure the tiger away from the mountain, ensuring that no one remained at Yuta Okkotsu’s side. Masamichi Yaga would never allow Yuta Okkotsu to take part in the defense of Tokyo or Shinjuku.

Rika Orimoto’s power was too great, and Yuta Okkotsu still could not fully control it.

If something went wrong, it might become an incident even more serious than the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

Having him remain at the school was the safer choice.

Suguru Geto had anticipated this long ago, which was why he had planned this operation.

But Masamichi Yaga had no idea what Suguru Geto truly wanted. After hearing Gojo Satoru’s warning, he could only urgently request support to deal with the coming Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

While Masamichi Yaga was in a frantic rush, Chu Yang spoke amid the noise. "I’d like to know where all the current intelligence on Suguru Geto came from."

The meeting room quieted slightly, and many people looked toward Chu Yang.

Kiyotaka Ijichi adjusted his glasses and explained, "Most of it comes from personal information recorded and preserved during Suguru Geto’s time at the school."

Chu Yang asked, "Could any of it be wrong?"

Masamichi Yaga shook his head. "That’s unlikely. At the school, we frequently tested students’ abilities and constantly updated their records. You entered the field midway through life, so it’s normal that you don’t understand this."

After that, a few mocking chuckles could be heard, seemingly ridiculing Chu Yang for being half-baked.

Chu Yang had originally wanted to give them a reminder, but seeing their attitude, he immediately had another idea and chose to keep silent.

Compared with Suguru Geto, Chu Yang disliked those self-righteous higher-ups at Jujutsu High School even more.

Most of them came from Jujutsu families.

When it came to evil, these people were no less wicked than curse users like Suguru Geto.

After the meeting ended, Chu Yang was assigned to help defend Kyoto, carrying out the mission alongside Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School.

"You seem like you have something to say. If you don’t mind, you can let me hear it."

Gojo Satoru silently appeared beside Chu Yang.

"No. I’m just curious about Suguru Geto."

Since he had decided not to help Jujutsu High School, Chu Yang naturally would not expose Suguru Geto’s lie.

Gojo Satoru did not press further. For once, he walked in silence the entire way.

Only after the two of them got outside did they discover that Maki Zenin and the others were still waiting for Chu Yang.

"They’re really persistent. I thought they’d left."

Chu Yang had no choice but to walk over and say, "If we’re going to fight, then let’s find a place."

Maki Zenin eagerly led Chu Yang to the school’s training field.

Interestingly, Kento Nanami had come along as well. He stood at the edge of the field with Gojo Satoru, intending to observe this match.

Gojo Satoru smiled and said to Kento Nanami, "Maki may look like a perennial Grade 4 on the surface, but if she really fights, she has the strength of a Semi-Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. She might not lose."

Panda and the others cheered Maki Zenin on. Kento Nanami watched for a while before saying, "She will definitely lose."

Gojo Satoru grinned slyly and teased, "What profound faith."

Kento Nanami spoke slowly, his words carrying deeper meaning. "Gojo-senpai, ever since you helped register him as a Jujutsu Sorcerer last time, you haven’t seen much of him, have you?"

"As for Yang’s battle with the Cursed Spirit, you only learned about it through the information Kiyotaka Ijichi provided. You didn’t witness it yourself…"

Gojo Satoru scratched his head and said regretfully, "From the sound of it, it seems I missed something very interesting."

Kento Nanami rolled his neck and said, "Just watch. You’ll understand what I mean soon enough."

Gojo Satoru turned around and watched the two people on the field.

"Mr. Chu Yang is already a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer. It should be fine if I use Cursed Tools against you, right?"

There was a huge bag at Maki Zenin’s feet, seemingly filled with quite a few Cursed Tools.

Chu Yang nodded, agreeing to her proposal.

If she did not use Cursed Tools, Maki Zenin probably would not even last a second against him.

Chu Yang kindly reminded her, "You’d better put on some protective gear."

Maki Zenin took a deep breath. That reminder irritated her somewhat. If he did not think the gap in their strength was too great, why would he tell her to wear protective gear?

Clang~

Maki Zenin pulled a Naginata from the bag. Dense Cursed Energy surged over it. Whether used against Cursed Spirits or Jujutsu, this Naginata was extremely powerful.

It was considered a top-quality item among Maki Zenin’s collection.

It was clear that she took this battle very seriously.

Chu Yang shifted slightly to the side, signaling for her to attack.

Maki Zenin’s expression darkened as she stepped forward. In an instant, her figure became ghostlike.

The Naginata traced a semicircle through the air and slashed diagonally toward Chu Yang’s chest and abdomen.

Chu Yang gave a light hop, and the Naginata swept beneath his feet.

The next moment.

Maki Zenin spotted Chu Yang’s opening while he was in midair. She raised both hands, using the momentum to sweep the Naginata upward.

The blade shot straight for Chu Yang’s lower-body vital area.

"That’s going too far!"

Chu Yang shouted, twisting his waist and flipping upside down as he reached out and clamped the Naginata between two fingers.

With a hard twist.

The supposedly top-quality Cursed Tool Naginata shattered abruptly, like a cheaply made toy from a roadside stall.

Maki Zenin’s pupils contracted sharply.

The cheers at the edge of the field came to an abrupt halt as well.

The two boys and Panda also stared wide-eyed, at a complete loss.

"Just now… he didn’t use Cursed Energy to reinforce his body."

Gojo Satoru pulled back the blindfold over his eyes and watched Chu Yang fight through the gap.

"Pure physical strength," Kento Nanami added blandly.

Gojo Satoru knew that Chu Yang’s physical talent was exceptional. He had even compared him to Toji Fushiguro before.

He simply had not expected Chu Yang to realize that potential so quickly.

After losing the Naginata, Maki Zenin did not immediately switch to another Cursed Tool.

Instead, she charged straight at Chu Yang, intending to engage him in hand-to-hand combat.

Without the heavy Naginata, Maki Zenin’s movement speed increased by several degrees.

She first feinted from the front, faking Chu Yang out, then swiftly circled to his weak side and punched at the liver area around his waist.

In Jianghu terms, it was called a "liver-bursting punch."

Chu Yang was speechless. This woman was either attacking his lower-body vital area or going for his liver and kidneys. Every move targeted somewhere important.

One slip, and he would spend the rest of his life as a palace eunuch.

Damn it!

Time for some Armament Haki!

When Maki Zenin’s fist struck Chu Yang’s waist, delight first appeared on her face.

Then her face suddenly turned deathly pale, as though she had suffered unbearable pain.

At the same time, a crisp crack of bone breaking rang out.

Maki Zenin let out a muffled groan, staggered back several steps, and snapped, "Are you wearing protective gear under your clothes?"

Chu Yang smiled, then directly took off his upper clothing, revealing his muscular body.

No protective gear!

Maki Zenin could not believe it. How could a human body possibly be this hard?

"I told you to wear protective gear. You wouldn’t listen, and now you’re injured. Are we still fighting?"

Chu Yang yawned. Those few moves had not even counted as a warm-up.

Maki Zenin gritted her teeth and forced out a single word.

"Fight!"