Chapter 100 (Patreon)

Viewing Room.

Gojo Satoru and Utahime Iori sat across from each other.

Gojo rested comfortably in his seat, looking as carefree as ever.

“There’s a traitor among us.”

Utahime stared at him.

“...What?”

“There’s someone inside Jujutsu High working with curse users. Possibly even cursed spirits.”

Utahime’s expression changed at once.

“Curse users, maybe. But cursed spirits? How would that even happen?”

Gojo lifted his cup and took a slow sip of tea.

“Lately, unregistered special grade cursed spirits have been appearing one after another. Too many to call it coincidence. There’s a good chance curse users are involved with them.”

His tone was casual, but the meaning behind his words was anything but light.

“We’re already looking into the Tokyo side.”

Gojo lowered his cup and smiled faintly.

“So I want you to check the Kyoto side.”

Meanwhile.

“So this is where you are.”

A calm voice cut through the room.

“It has not even been that long, and you’ve already become the face of the conservative faction.”

Ragnar Kagenou sat down across from Yoshinobu Gakuganji without waiting for permission.

Gakuganji’s wrinkled face darkened.

“Ragnar... what business do you have here?”

Ragnar looked at him with a faint smile.

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

Bang!

The table between them shattered in an instant.

A golden spear stood upright in front of Yoshinobu Gakuganji’s eyes, its point close enough to reflect in his pupils.

Gakuganji’s shoulders tensed.

“This is Jujutsu High.”

Golden ripples bloomed behind Ragnar.

The next instant, a streak of gold shot forward.

Gakuganji’s eyes widened. His old body moved with unexpected sharpness as he threw himself aside, rolling across the floor to avoid the attack.

“You...!”

Ragnar watched him with mild amusement.

“I just don’t like you. Still, look at that. You can move when you need to.”

Gakuganji’s face twisted with anger, but he swallowed it down.

Unlike Gojo Satoru, Ragnar Kagenou would actually kill him.

“I heard you’ve been very eager to kill Yuji Itadori.”

“...”

Gakuganji did not deny it.

Ragnar continued, his voice calm.

“With your level of strength, and the students from Kyoto, you genuinely believe you can kill Yuji Itadori?”

Seeing that Ragnar’s mood had not changed much, Gakuganji spoke in a low voice.

“He is only a jujutsu sorcerer who entered this world three months ago.”

“Interesting.”

Ragnar leaned back slightly.

“If you think you can do it, then keep trying to assassinate him.”

Gakuganji narrowed his eyes.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Exactly what I said.”

Ragnar’s gaze remained fixed on him.

“You do not actually believe your strength and resources are enough to kill him, do you?”

Gakuganji’s expression turned colder.

“A mere Grade 4 sorcerer does not require me to move personally. He will die during this Goodwill Event.”

Ragnar rested both hands on the sofa and laughed.

“Hahaha... The confidence of a clown really does grow without limit.”

His smile became colder.

“But that is fine. If you were not like this, you would not be worthy of being called a proper clown.”

Gakuganji said nothing.

He only stared at Ragnar in silence.

Ragnar rose from his seat.

“If you can do it, then go ahead.”

He turned and walked away.

“Use everything you have and try to kill him.”

On the competition field, Yuji Itadori suddenly sneezed.

The Tokyo and Kyoto teams had already arrived at the venue, waiting for the match to begin.

The Tokyo team was present in full.

As for the Kyoto team...

Kamo Noritoshi glanced at Zen’in Mai and whispered,

“Where is Todo?”

Mai looked thoroughly fed up.

“How would I know?”

Miwa Kasumi stood nearby, silently clasping her hands in her heart.

Please... let everyone just get along.

Utahime’s voice echoed across the field.

“The match begins now!”

The moment the signal was given, the Tokyo team moved toward the boss’s location.

Then, from the grass ahead of them, Todo Aoi appeared.

“Good. Everyone is here.”

Combat was forced upon them before they could avoid it.

Todo looked straight at Okkotsu Yuta.

“I do not care about the rest of you. But you, Okkotsu, are fighting me today.”

Todo cracked his knuckles, his fighting spirit already boiling over.

Yuta glanced at Yuji beside him.

“Todo, I do not mind fighting you.”

“Then let’s begin.”

“Let me finish.”

Yuta pointed toward Yuji.

“First, you have to beat him.”

“Hm?”

Todo followed the direction of Yuta’s finger.

“Eh?”

Yuji noticed everyone looking at him and pointed at himself in confusion.

“Me? You mean me?”

Todo looked unimpressed.

“Fine. I will deal with him quickly. Okkotsu, wait there.”

Yuta nodded.

“No problem.”

Then he looked toward Rika Orimoto and the others.

“You all go ahead. Leave this place to Yuji and me.”

No one objected.

Everything was proceeding according to plan.

Yuji frowned.

“Hey, don’t underestimate me.”

Todo stared at him.

“Then show me what you can do.”

Yuji moved first.

He stepped in and drove his fist straight into Todo’s face.

Todo only spat a bit of saliva to the side.

In the next instant, his fist crashed into Yuji’s guard.

Boom!

Yuji was blown away, smashing through several trees before finally stopping.

Todo followed at once.

He stepped down on Yuji’s head and began beating him without mercy.

After a while, Yuji’s body went limp.

Todo clicked his tongue and turned, preparing to go after Yuta.

But Yuta’s voice stopped him.

“The fight is not over yet.”

Todo frowned and looked back.

Yuji pushed himself up as if nothing had happened, wiping the blood from his forehead.

“Don’t hit the head! What if I get stupid?”

Todo’s interest sharpened.

“Really?”

He grinned.

“Takada-chan once said boys are better when they are a little stupid.”

Yuji held his head with both hands.

“I’m not interested in idols.”

Yuta blinked.

“If you are not interested, how do you know she is an idol?”

Yuji froze.

“That is not important.”

The next moment, Yuji appeared in front of Todo and punched him under the chin.

“Guh!”

Todo’s eyes rolled back for an instant.

Then his palm slammed into Yuji’s stomach.

Yuji staggered, but his eyes lit up.

“You’re a power type like me?”

Todo was about to continue the close-range exchange when Yuji suddenly raised his arm and swung it down.

At that moment, Todo sensed danger.

His instincts screamed.

He changed direction immediately.

Boom!

A massive chasm tore open beside him, splitting through the ground where he had just been standing.

Todo’s eyes sharpened.

“This is...”

Yuji clicked his tongue softly.

“It’s my first real fight, so I guess it was easy to dodge.”

Todo stared at the scar carved into the earth.

“What was that?”

Yuji looked at him as if the answer was obvious.

“My cursed technique.”

“Cursed technique?”

Todo had never seen a technique like that before.

More importantly, the principal had said that Yuji Itadori was an ordinary person with no innate technique.

Yet now, Yuji could use a cursed technique.

And it was one that Todo had never seen.

Todo’s expression changed.

“Hey, first-year.”

Yuji looked at him.

“What?”

“What’s your name?”

“Yuji Itadori.”

Todo stared at him seriously.

“Then, Yuji Itadori, I have one question for you.”

Yuji tilted his head.

“What is it?”

“What kind of woman is your type?”

Yuji blinked.

“My type? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”

“Do not worry about it. It is an evaluation.”

Yuji thought for a moment.

Then he answered honestly.

“A tall woman with a big butt.”