2007. Jujutsu High.
Half an hour after Shoko returned.
Shoko walked through the long corridor toward her room. She spotted two n sitting on the steps near the entrance.
Gojo Satoru and Yaga Masamichi.
Shoko hesitated for a mont, then stepped forward. She subconsciously reached for a cigarette, but seeing Yaga's back, she switched to a lollipop instead.
"What? Still feeling nostalgic about our defected friend?" Shoko asked, sitting on the step above them.
Gojo looked back. "It's you, Shoko."
He rested his chin on his hand, his expression more mature than before. The loss of Geto had changed him.
"I'm thinking," Gojo said quietly. "Being 'The Strongest' alone... isn't enough."
Shoko rolled the lollipop in her mouth. "Speak human, Satoru."
"I've made up my mind," Gojo declared, standing up. "After graduation, I'm staying at Jujutsu High. I'm going to beco a teacher."
"You?" Shoko raised an eyebrow. "You want to mislead the youth?"
"Hey!" Gojo pointed a finger at her. "I'll be a perfect teacher! I need to raise a generation of strong allies. So no one has to be alone again."
Yaga looked at his student deeply. "What about the Gojo Clan?"
"Is he stupid?" Gojo waved his hand dismissively. "As long as I'm here, the Gojo Clan will be fine. They can handle their own paperwork."
"Oh, right. Shoko." Gojo turned his blindfold toward her. "What did you think of the Zenin kid?"
Yaga perked up. Even the Principal was curious about the eleven-year-old who had baited assassins with a billion yen.
Shoko paused. She recalled the massive wooden tail. The ocean of malice.
"Very strong," she said softly.
"In terms of total Cursed Energy reserves... he might be stronger than you, Satoru."
Gojo's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"
"And the Cursed Spirits he controls..." Shoko shuddered. "They aren't recorded in the archives. They are ancient. Primal."
"Don't the Three Great Families share info?" Yaga asked Gojo.
"Not really," Gojo shrugged. "The Zenin Clan is a fortress. And since the kid took over, it's a black box."
"But," Gojo's voice dropped, becoming serious. "I did hear one thing from the servants."
"The night before Naobito abdicated... that brat killed his own father. With his own hands."
Yaga and Shoko fell silent.
A patricide. A child ruler. A monster.
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2017. Ten Years Later.
The Zenin Estate.
The young patriarch, who was once an immature boy, was now twenty years old.
Mirai stood on the veranda, leaning against the doorfra. He wore a simple, pure black yukata. His ssy black hair fell to his shoulders, covering his forehead. Only his deep, dark eyes were visible.
He flipped through a battered notebook in his hands.
"Hey~ Mirai!"
A figure bounced up to him.
It was a humanoid creature with pale, chalk-white skin. It wore a black cloak embroidered with red clouds—the Akatsuki robe.
"When are we going out for fun?" the creature whined. "I'm so tired of this lousy place! It's boring! I want to poop, but I don't have an anus!"
Mirai smiled slightly. "White Zetsu."
"Don't worry. We're leaving soon."
"Really?!" White Zetsu jumped up and down. "Yahoo! Freedom!"
A sorcerer approached, bowing respectfully. He ignored the dancing white monster; he was used to the Clan Head's "eccentric" shikigami.
"Clan Head. The intelligence you requested."
Mirai took the file. He glanced at it, then at his notebook.
Target: Okkotsu Yuta.
Status: Cursed by Rika Orimoto.
Location: Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Tiline: Jujutsu Kaisen 0: The Cursed Child Arc.
"It's ti," Mirai whispered.
"Where are we going?" White Zetsu asked, tilting his head.
"How about I take you to school?"
"School?" White Zetsu blinked. "Do Cursed Spirits go to school?"
Mirai smirked. "I'll take you to Maki's school."
"Maki?!" White Zetsu clapped his hands. "Yay! I haven't seen Maki-chan in forever! I wonder if she's still scary?"
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Tokyo Jujutsu High. The First Year Classroom.
"Where is he?"
Zenin Maki rested her chin on her hand, looking annoyed. She was now sixteen, wearing the standard Jujutsu High uniform with glasses.
"That idiot blindfold guy is so unreliable," she grumbled. "He said 8:00 AM. It's 9:00 AM."
Sitting next to her was a boy with white clothes and dark circles under his eyes—Okkotsu Yuta. He nodded silently, looking terrified of everything.
"Salmon," said Inumaki Toge, pulling up his collar to agree.
"Don't worry," said Panda. "I heard the Higher-ups are announcing sothing big today."
"From what I heard eavesdropping on the Principal... the school is opening a Special Class."
"A new class?" Maki frowned. "Why? We barely have enough students for one."
BANG!
The classroom door slamd open.
"Sorry, sorry!"
Gojo Satoru strode in, grinning. He showed absolutely no remorse for being late.
"Sensei," Panda asked. "Is the school really opening another class?"
"Oh? You heard?" Gojo chuckled. "Eavesdropping again, Panda?"
He looked at his students.
"That's right! Due to... certain political pressures and the abundance of talent this year, we are inviting a Guest Teacher to lead a special curriculum."
"A new teacher?" Maki asked.
"Yep!" Gojo nodded. He looked directly at Maki, his grin widening behind his blindfold.
"And the new teacher..."
"Is soone you know very well, Maki~"
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