That Day When Suzuki-kun Wasn't the Mob-B! Chapter 478: Evolution and Eradication (Patreon)

Yuki Tsukumo.

Anyone who didn't know her name within jujutsu society was either living under a rock or already dead. She was one of the absolute strongest, but more importantly, she was undeniably the most eccentric.

The reason was simple: she flat-out refused to take missions. While other sorcerers bled and died hunting curses in grimy alleys and abandoned schools, Yuki spent her time traveling overseas, soaking in the sun and living life on her own terms. But it wasn't out of mere laziness.

While the rest of the jujutsu world treated the curse problem like taking medicine for a chronic fever, Yuki wanted to cure the disease. She wanted to eradicate the root cause so the tragedy of curses would never happen in the first place.

"Do you have a method?" Suzuki asked. The night breeze sweeping through the open veranda carried the faint, earthy scent of the garden's damp moss, mingling with the sharp, sweet aroma of the brandy-soaked melon resting on the table.

"Yes." Yuki nodded, taking a slow, deliberate bite of her fruit. "Two, actually. Either force all of humanity to lose their cursed energy entirely, or force all of humanity to learn how to control it."

Her logic was perfect. Cursed spirits were born from the excess cursed energy leaking from ordinary humans. When that invisible sludge accumulated in one place, a curse was born.

"Which route are you taking?" Suzuki asked, his voice calm, the cold, smooth silver of his spoon clinking gently against the ceramic bowl.

"The first," Yuki said firmly. She shifted on the plush sofa, pulling one long, toned leg up beneath her. The movement made her shirt pull taut across the generous swell of her chest, while her shorts rode dangerously high up her thighs. She didn't seem to care—or perhaps she knew exactly what she was doing. "You know the anomaly from your clan, right? Toji Zenin. He's exactly like your girlfriend."

Suzuki raised an eyebrow, the chilled melon suddenly pausing halfway to his mouth. "I know him." He had a feeling, what she was about to say, but let's just focus on listening. 

"I know it might sound weird," Yuki continued, leaning forward. The shift in posture offered a breathtaking view of her cleavage, her skin flushed with a faint, rosy tint from the alcohol. "I've seen plenty of cases of Heavenly Restriction where a sorcerer is reduced to civilian levels of cursed energy. But Toji and your girlfriend... they have absolutely zero."

Whether she knew Maki was his girlfriend or was just making an educated guess didn't matter. Her eyes were burning with an intoxicating mix of intellectual hunger and raw ambition.

"And that's not even the most interesting part," she purred, licking a stray drop of sweet juice from her soft, glossy lips. "Even with zero cursed energy, Toji could sense curses using his raw five senses. By completely eliminating the cursed energy, his physical body adapted to resist it entirely. A true superhuman!"

"You want to research Maki?" Suzuki asked, his gaze narrowing slightly.

"I'm not stupid," Yuki laughed, a rich, throaty sound. She reached out, her warm, slender fingers lightly tracing the fabric covering his knee. "I know you wouldn't let me lay a finger on her. Honestly? Knowing her previous situation... I'm much more interested in you. The man who somehow solved the curse of the twins and completely erased her cursed energy."

For Yuki, nothing was more seductive than her research. She would travel to the ends of the earth for a single clue. And if the man holding the answers also happened to be incredibly handsome, staggeringly wealthy, and powerful? Marrying him was just the most efficient, pleasurable route to her goal.

Suzuki looked at her hand on his knee, then back up to her burning gaze, his expression remaining completely unreadable.

"What about the second method?" he asked, smoothly redirecting the flow of the conversation.

"Hmm..." Yuki pulled her hand back, though the playful, hungry glint in her eyes didn't fade. "Well, before I get into that, let me clarify something: jujutsu sorcerers do not create cursed spirits. Unless they die without jujutsu and come back as a curse themselves, of course."

In short, curses were entirely the byproduct of ordinary humans.

"Compared to a regular person, a sorcerer leaks almost nothing," Yuki explained, her tone shifting from seductive to sharply academic. "There's a difference in capacity and consumption, but the real key is the flow. Sorcerers circulate their cursed energy inside their bodies. It doesn't leak out to form monsters."

"I see." Suzuki nodded, taking another bite of the cold, refreshing melon. "That's where the second method comes from."

"Exactly!" Yuki beamed, her blonde hair catching the warm glow of the living room lights. "If every human could manipulate cursed energy like a sorcerer, curses would cease to exist. Sorcerers wouldn't have to throw their lives away fighting endless battles."

She leaned back into the cushions, looking at him expectantly. "So, what do you think of my methods?"

Suzuki didn't answer immediately. He rested his chin on his hand, the rhythmic clack of the bamboo deer chaser outside filling the silence. "How do others usually answer you?"

"Ugh, their answers are pure rubbish." Yuki waved a dismissive hand, her ample chest bouncing slightly with the motion. "Not even worth mentioning. To them, it's all about fighting, getting stronger, hoarding money, or playing politics with the higher-ups." She turned to him, her gaze softening into something genuinely admiring. "That's why I came to you. You're different."

"How so?"

"If you were just a normal, power-hungry Zenin patriarch, I wouldn't have bothered," she said, her voice dropping into a sultry, intimate whisper. "But ever since you took over, you haven't acted like them. You aren't trying to become a higher-up. You aren't just hoarding weapons. You're building a state within a state. An entirely independent ecosystem."

She leaned in again, close enough that he could feel the faint heat radiating from her skin. "I just get the feeling... that you're genuinely kind."

His methods were brutal, and traditional sorcerers despised his modern approach, but Yuki saw the results. The people under Suzuki's rule lived vastly better lives. Unlike Gojo, who wielded his status as 'The Strongest' like a blunt weapon while still playing by the rules, Suzuki was untouchable. He held the higher-ups by the throat, leveraging their darkest secrets, slowly boiling them alive like frogs in a pot.

"Still," Yuki mused, pulling back and tapping her chin thoughtfully, "if there's one answer I remember the most, it was probably Geto-kun's."

"Geto-kun?"

"Ah, don't worry, he isn't an ex-boyfriend or anything. Just an acquaintance." She suddenly flashed a radiant, mischievous smile, raising a hand to blow him a dramatic, playful kiss. "I'm actually still a virgin, you know."

She was entirely serious about making herself his wife.

Suzuki just stared at her in deadpan silence. "..."

"So," Suzuki sighed, "what was his answer?"

"He told me we should just kill all the non-sorcerers."

"Ho?"

"It's a decent plan, right?" Yuki nodded, looking pleased when Suzuki didn't immediately recoil in disgust. "Honestly, it's the most straightforward approach. If we systematically thin out the human population, the sheer terror and survival instinct might force them to evolve and awaken jujutsu techniques. Like how birds evolved wings to escape predators. We use fear as a catalyst, but..."

Chomp!

Yuki took a large, unapologetic bite of her brandy-soaked melon, chewing happily. "But I'm not quite that crazy."

Genocide to stop a symptom. It was absolute madness, yet conceptually, it was a flawless solution to the curse problem. It forced the question: if a sorcerer's duty was to protect humanity from curses, was culling humanity to eliminate curses truly wrong?

"It's a logically sound idea," Suzuki admitted.

"Right?" Yuki smiled proudly.

"Yet, listening to your explanation just now, there's something I've been wanting to ask." Suzuki set his bowl down on the glass table. The soft clinking sound felt unnaturally loud in the suddenly tense atmosphere.

"Go ahead," Yuki said, resting her chin on her hands, offering him an easy, beautiful smile. "I'm immune to judgment. Prejudices, rejections, insults—none of it phases me."

"No, it's nothing like that," Suzuki said, his dark eyes locking onto hers, stripping away the playful atmosphere in an instant. "I'm just curious about your perspective."

"What is it?" Yuki tilted her head, her smile faltering just a fraction as she sensed the sudden shift in his aura.

"Is it just me..." Suzuki's voice was smooth, quiet, and dangerously sharp. "...or are you looking at humans and sorcerers as two entirely different species?"

"..."

Yuki froze, the sweet taste of brandy and melon suddenly turning to ash in her mouth.