Chapter 57 (Patreon)

Star Plasma Cult

After years of change, Geto Suguru’s ideology had long since become absolute.

He had taken control of the Star Plasma Religious Group, reshaped it from within, and gathered countless sponsors under his name.

Standing before his followers, Geto slowly raised one hand.

“The time has come, family.”

His voice was calm, almost gentle.

“Let us end the age of monkeys and create a paradise for jujutsu sorcerers.”

Beside him stood several curse users loyal to his cause.

His adopted daughters, Hasaba Nanako and Hasaba Mimiko.

Along with Manami Suda, Larue, Miguel, and Nigi Riku.

Geto’s smile deepened.

“Our first step is simple.”

He turned his gaze toward the distance.

“We seize the heart of the jujutsu world.”

——————

Jujutsu High.

A bird-shaped cursed spirit descended from the sky.

The moment it landed, Geto Suguru stepped down from its back.

Maki Zen’in immediately reached for her cursed tool, her eyes narrowing with caution.

“…Where did this suspicious-looking staff member come from?”

Behind her, Panda cracked his knuckles.

“That cursed spirit doesn’t look familiar.”

Inumaki Toge pulled down the collar covering his mouth, ready to use Cursed Speech at any moment.

“Mustard leaf.” (Be on guard.)

Yuta Okkotsu, meanwhile, stared at the bird-shaped cursed spirit with genuine surprise.

He had never seen anything like it before.

“…That’s a huge bird.”

Rika Orimoto immediately chopped him on the head.

“Ow!”

Yuta rubbed his head and looked at her innocently.

Rika puffed her cheeks.

“That’s not a bird, Yuta. It’s a cursed spirit.”

“A cursed spirit?”

“That’s right. Your guard is still too low.” Rika lifted her chin proudly. “But it’s fine. I’ll protect you.”

Geto looked around the school grounds.

The years had passed, but Jujutsu High had barely changed at all.

Old buildings. Old atmosphere. Old arrogance.

It really was just like he remembered.

“…So many years, and this place still looks exactly the same.”

A short while later, the rest of Geto’s group arrived.

Nanako looked at the old-fashioned buildings and frowned.

“Eh? This is really Tokyo? It looks like the countryside.”

Mimiko hugged the doll-like cursed object in her arms and quietly said,

“Nanako. That’s rude.”

Nanako immediately turned toward her.

“Eh? Don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

Mimiko said nothing.

That silence was already an answer.

Compared to central Tokyo, this place really was lacking in every possible way.

Larue, who had already grown impatient, waved at the two sisters.

“Oh my, you two, hurry up and come down. Aren’t you cold standing up there?”

Mimiko looked at the students standing in front of them and tilted her head.

“Who are they?”

Nanako, however, had already taken out her phone and aimed it at Panda.

“Ah! A panda! So cute!”

Panda’s expression immediately turned sour.

He folded his arms, looking far too confident for someone standing in front of a group of intruders.

“That’s my line. Who the hell are you people? Trespassing on campus like this… You really don’t know who you’re messing with, huh?”

Inumaki’s eyes sharpened.

“Kelp.” (That's right.)

Maki spun her cursed tool once, her expression cold and arrogant.

“Leave before our dangerous duo Yuta-san and Rika-chan start cutting people down.”

Yuta froze.

“Wait, why are you dragging me into this?”

Beside him, Rika placed both hands on her hips and looked extremely pleased.

“That’s right. Be scared.”

But in the next instant, her proud expression vanished.

Geto Suguru appeared in front of her.

He reached out as if to take her hand, but Rika immediately pulled back.

“Don’t touch me.”

Geto did not seem offended.

Instead, he smiled with unsettling sincerity.

“You possess extraordinary power. Power like that should be used for a greater purpose.”

Yuta stepped in front of Rika without hesitation, blocking Geto’s path.

Geto glanced at him, then looked past him toward Rika.

“Tell me. Have you never questioned the world as it is now?”

Rika blinked.

“Questioned?”

“This world, where jujutsu sorcerers protect society from the shadows.”

Rika stared at him blankly.

Geto’s voice gradually grew warmer, almost passionate.

“It is a contradiction. The strong are forced to bend themselves for the sake of the weak.”

His smile twisted slightly.

“How pitiful. How tragic.”

Rika thought about it seriously for a moment.

Then she answered in a strangely carefree tone.

“Not really. I think this world is pretty nice.”

Geto fell silent.

For a brief moment, even his smile stiffened.

But he quickly continued.

“The masters of all things are willingly halting their own evolution. It is absurd.”

His eyes sharpened.

“Humanity must reconsider the way it survives.”

Finally, Geto stated his true purpose.

“That is why I want you to help me.”

Rika looked even more confused.

This man had shown up out of nowhere, started talking about the world, and now he was asking for help.

He was way too familiar.

“What do you want to do?”

Geto smiled gently.

“Kill every non-sorcerer and create a world only for jujutsu sorcerers.”

The air froze.

Everyone present fell silent.

Everyone except Rika, who looked as if his words had barely registered.

Swoosh!

A dazzling golden light flashed in front of Geto.

Geto immediately leaped backward.

A sharp gust swept through the courtyard.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

On the roof, Ragnar Kagenou sat beneath the sunlight.

His golden hair shone brilliantly, and his blood-red eyes carried a strange, intoxicating pressure.

He looked down at Geto with a calm expression.

“Stop preaching that childish nonsense in front of my students.”

Geto raised his head.

The moment he saw Ragnar, his smile returned.

“What a flashy cursed technique. I didn’t even need to guess.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

“So it’s you, Ragnar.”

Geto glanced at the first-years below.

“I heard Jujutsu High’s first-year students were unusually talented this year. I didn’t expect all of them to be your students.”

Then he looked around with a faintly amused expression.

“By the way… where is Gojo? It’s been years. I thought he would at least come greet an old friend.”

As if answering him, Gojo Satoru and Yaga Masamichi arrived at the scene.

Ragnar glanced sideways.

“Speak of the devil.”

Gojo’s expression was hidden behind his blindfold, but his voice had lost its usual lightness.

“Geto.”

He stepped forward.

“Stay away from them.”

Gojo did not attack.

That alone made one thing clear.

He had no intention of killing Geto here.

Ragnar looked down at Geto and spoke flatly.

“Geto, give up that boring ideal of yours.”

His tone was calm, but merciless.

“A world made only for jujutsu sorcerers has no meaning.”

Nigi Riku, who stood behind Geto, immediately frowned.

To him, those words were unforgivable.

Their dream.

Their will.

Their entire reason for standing here.

And this man dismissed all of it like it was nothing.

“You bastard…”

Nigi Riku’s cursed energy flared.

“Our ideals aren’t something someone like you can understand!”

He kicked off the ground and leaped toward the roof beneath Ragnar.

Ragnar looked at him.

His eyes sharpened.

Behind him, golden ripples opened in the air.

The Gate of Babylon unfolded silently.

Puchi!

Nigi Riku’s body froze.

A blade of golden light pierced through his shoulder.

His severed arm dropped onto the roof with a wet thud.

“Ah—”

He clutched the wound, his face twisting in pain.

Then the golden radiance behind Ragnar shifted again, shining directly across his face.

Nigi Riku’s expression changed at once.

Because in that instant, he understood.

The first strike had not been a warning.

It had been mercy.