Chapter 17:
Chapter 17: The Tyrant's Lesson
The Crimson Eyes of the Zenin
"Satoru..."
Principal Yaga stood on the steps, watching the scene unfold. "Aren't you aware of your student's... outrageous family connections?"
Yaga’s lips twitched. He looked at Maki, then at the Zenin Clan Head emerging from the car.
Compared to ten years ago, Gojo Satoru had matured. He wore white bandages over his eyes, hiding the overwhelming power of the Six Eyes.
If this were high school, Gojo would have already attacked the strange Cursed Spirit (White Zetsu) out of curiosity. But now, he simply smirked.
"Principal," Gojo said lightly. "Maki is a Zenin. You know how the Three Great Families are. Why would I pry into my student's messy family drama?"
"Besides... this is getting interesting."
...
Mirai’s Perspective.
Mirai stepped out of the car. He ignored the farce between White Zetsu and Geto's group. His eyes scanned the Jujutsu High sorcerers.
Yaga Masamichi: Sharp-featured, serious. The Principal.
Mei Mei: Two long braids, curvaceous figure, purple dress. Radiating the aura of a money-loving mercenary. Mirai gave her a second look; she was charming, in a dangerous way.
Nanami Kento: Beige suit, yellow polka-dot tie. Serious expression. The reliable "Nanami-senpai" mentioned by Yuji Itadori in the manga.
And finally... The Strongest.
Gojo Satoru stood at 1.9 meters tall, towering over everyone. He had striking white hair and a faint smile.
Mirai’s Mangekyō Sharingan spun.
Gojo’s Six Eyes flared behind his bandages.
For a split second, their gazes met. Crimson crossed with Azure.
Infinite Cursed Energy, Mirai thought.
...
"Damn Cursed Spirit!"
"How dare you speak to Lord Suguru like that?!"
Nanako recovered from her shock. She pulled out her phone, ready to manipulate the camera to attack the rude White Zetsu.
"Stop!"
Geto Suguru raised a hand. He looked at Mirai with uncertainty.
Mysterious. Troublesome. That was Geto’s assessment.
Mirai tapped his finger against the car door.
The driver—a Grade 1 Sorcerer of the Zenin Clan—immediately rushed to open the door wider for him. He moved like a servant, completely devoid of the arrogance usually found in high-grade sorcerers.
"Suguru," Mirai said, walking closer. A gentle smile played on his lips. "Didn't we agree? If you needed anything, you would come to me."
"It seems that promise from ten years ago was just talk."
Geto narrowed his eyes. "How could that be?"
"For the past ten years, I've been traveling abroad to avoid detection by the Higher-ups. I planned to visit you quietly later."
Geto smiled, matching Mirai’s energy. They spoke like old friends reuniting.
...
On the sideline.
"Hey, White Zetsu," Maki whispered, nudging the creature. "What's going on? How does Brother Mirai know a lunatic like that?"
"Lunatic?"
White Zetsu turned to Maki, looking genuinely astonished. "You don't actually think Mirai-boy is a normal person, do you?"
Maki was speechless.
White Zetsu grinned. He turned back to Nanako, who was glaring at him.
"Hey! Blondie!"
White Zetsu put his hands on his hips and spat a glob of phlegm onto the ground near her feet.
"Yellow-haired brat."
"YOU—!!" Nanako shrieked, trembling with rage.
She didn't move because of Geto's order. But the shirtless man beside her—Larue's subordinate—couldn't take it.
"FILTHY CURSE! DIE!"
The muscular sorcerer, a Grade 1 combatant, vanished from his spot. He moved with blinding speed, fist raised to smash White Zetsu into pulp.
Maki gasped, raising her spear.
But White Zetsu didn't flinch. He just winked.
BANG!
Blood exploded like fireworks.
The sorcerer didn't reach White Zetsu. In mid-air, his body twisted violently. His head, chest, and limbs were sucked into a spiraling void.
Splat.
A pool of blood and gore landed at White Zetsu's feet.
"See?" White Zetsu whispered to Maki. "I wasn't wrong."
"Mirai-boy is way crazier than the long-haired monk."
Maki stared at the blood. She realized... White Zetsu had provoked the man on purpose. Just to prove a point.
...
Silence.
Geto’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air. His face darkened.
Nanako and Mimiko stepped back, terror in their eyes.
A Grade 1 Sorcerer... instant kill?
No hand signs. No incantation.
Gojo Satoru’s smile vanished.
Space manipulation, Gojo analyzed instantly. Triggered by visual contact with his eyes. Similar to Limitless, but different.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Mirai’s voice broke the silence. He looked apologetic, but his eyes were mocking.
"I took it upon myself to deal with a rude guest... You aren't angry with me, are you, Suguru?"
"It's just... I've been at the Zenin estate too long. I can't tolerate disobedience."
"You told them to stop," Mirai pointed at Geto. "But your subordinate didn't listen."
"How can you keep a dog that doesn't listen to its owner?"
Geto stayed silent, staring at the puddle of what used to be his ally.
Mirai turned to his driver.
"Come here."
The driver stepped forward and bowed.
"Cut off your left arm," Mirai said casually. "Show my friend what obedience looks like."
The students gasped. Yuta looked horrified.
A Grade 1 Sorcerer... surely he won't—
SNAP!
The driver didn't hesitate for a microsecond. He drew his knife and severed his own arm at the elbow.
The limb hit the pavement with a wet thud. Blood sprayed onto the school grounds.
The driver didn't scream. He clamped his hand over the stump, bowed deeply, and stepped back into line. His face was pale, sweat pouring down his forehead, but his eyes showed absolutely no resentment. Only fear.
A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard.
Panda shivered. Maki looked away. Even Nanami adjusted his glasses nervously.
Mirai smiled at Geto.
"See?" Mirai said softly. "That is how a subordinate should behave."
"Now... shall we talk business?"
Principal Yaga stood on the steps, watching the scene unfold. "Aren't you aware of your student's... outrageous family connections?"
Yaga’s lips twitched. He looked at Maki, then at the Zenin Clan Head emerging from the car.
Compared to ten years ago, Gojo Satoru had matured. He wore white bandages over his eyes, hiding the overwhelming power of the Six Eyes.
If this were high school, Gojo would have already attacked the strange Cursed Spirit (White Zetsu) out of curiosity. But now, he simply smirked.
"Principal," Gojo said lightly. "Maki is a Zenin. You know how the Three Great Families are. Why would I pry into my student's messy family drama?"
"Besides... this is getting interesting."
...
Mirai’s Perspective.
Mirai stepped out of the car. He ignored the farce between White Zetsu and Geto's group. His eyes scanned the Jujutsu High sorcerers.
Yaga Masamichi: Sharp-featured, serious. The Principal.
Mei Mei: Two long braids, curvaceous figure, purple dress. Radiating the aura of a money-loving mercenary. Mirai gave her a second look; she was charming, in a dangerous way.
Nanami Kento: Beige suit, yellow polka-dot tie. Serious expression. The reliable "Nanami-senpai" mentioned by Yuji Itadori in the manga.
And finally... The Strongest.
Gojo Satoru stood at 1.9 meters tall, towering over everyone. He had striking white hair and a faint smile.
Mirai’s Mangekyō Sharingan spun.
Gojo’s Six Eyes flared behind his bandages.
For a split second, their gazes met. Crimson crossed with Azure.
Infinite Cursed Energy, Mirai thought.
...
"Damn Cursed Spirit!"
"How dare you speak to Lord Suguru like that?!"
Nanako recovered from her shock. She pulled out her phone, ready to manipulate the camera to attack the rude White Zetsu.
"Stop!"
Geto Suguru raised a hand. He looked at Mirai with uncertainty.
Mysterious. Troublesome. That was Geto’s assessment.
Mirai tapped his finger against the car door.
The driver—a Grade 1 Sorcerer of the Zenin Clan—immediately rushed to open the door wider for him. He moved like a servant, completely devoid of the arrogance usually found in high-grade sorcerers.
"Suguru," Mirai said, walking closer. A gentle smile played on his lips. "Didn't we agree? If you needed anything, you would come to me."
"It seems that promise from ten years ago was just talk."
Geto narrowed his eyes. "How could that be?"
"For the past ten years, I've been traveling abroad to avoid detection by the Higher-ups. I planned to visit you quietly later."
Geto smiled, matching Mirai’s energy. They spoke like old friends reuniting.
...
On the sideline.
"Hey, White Zetsu," Maki whispered, nudging the creature. "What's going on? How does Brother Mirai know a lunatic like that?"
"Lunatic?"
White Zetsu turned to Maki, looking genuinely astonished. "You don't actually think Mirai-boy is a normal person, do you?"
Maki was speechless.
White Zetsu grinned. He turned back to Nanako, who was glaring at him.
"Hey! Blondie!"
White Zetsu put his hands on his hips and spat a glob of phlegm onto the ground near her feet.
"Yellow-haired brat."
"YOU—!!" Nanako shrieked, trembling with rage.
She didn't move because of Geto's order. But the shirtless man beside her—Larue's subordinate—couldn't take it.
"FILTHY CURSE! DIE!"
The muscular sorcerer, a Grade 1 combatant, vanished from his spot. He moved with blinding speed, fist raised to smash White Zetsu into pulp.
Maki gasped, raising her spear.
But White Zetsu didn't flinch. He just winked.
BANG!
Blood exploded like fireworks.
The sorcerer didn't reach White Zetsu. In mid-air, his body twisted violently. His head, chest, and limbs were sucked into a spiraling void.
Splat.
A pool of blood and gore landed at White Zetsu's feet.
"See?" White Zetsu whispered to Maki. "I wasn't wrong."
"Mirai-boy is way crazier than the long-haired monk."
Maki stared at the blood. She realized... White Zetsu had provoked the man on purpose. Just to prove a point.
...
Silence.
Geto’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air. His face darkened.
Nanako and Mimiko stepped back, terror in their eyes.
A Grade 1 Sorcerer... instant kill?
No hand signs. No incantation.
Gojo Satoru’s smile vanished.
Space manipulation, Gojo analyzed instantly. Triggered by visual contact with his eyes. Similar to Limitless, but different.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Mirai’s voice broke the silence. He looked apologetic, but his eyes were mocking.
"I took it upon myself to deal with a rude guest... You aren't angry with me, are you, Suguru?"
"It's just... I've been at the Zenin estate too long. I can't tolerate disobedience."
"You told them to stop," Mirai pointed at Geto. "But your subordinate didn't listen."
"How can you keep a dog that doesn't listen to its owner?"
Geto stayed silent, staring at the puddle of what used to be his ally.
Mirai turned to his driver.
"Come here."
The driver stepped forward and bowed.
"Cut off your left arm," Mirai said casually. "Show my friend what obedience looks like."
The students gasped. Yuta looked horrified.
A Grade 1 Sorcerer... surely he won't—
SNAP!
The driver didn't hesitate for a microsecond. He drew his knife and severed his own arm at the elbow.
The limb hit the pavement with a wet thud. Blood sprayed onto the school grounds.
The driver didn't scream. He clamped his hand over the stump, bowed deeply, and stepped back into line. His face was pale, sweat pouring down his forehead, but his eyes showed absolutely no resentment. Only fear.
A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard.
Panda shivered. Maki looked away. Even Nanami adjusted his glasses nervously.
Mirai smiled at Geto.
"See?" Mirai said softly. "That is how a subordinate should behave."
"Now... shall we talk business?"
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