I'm using ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Chapter 170: Punishment

"Yes."

"I understand."

Looking at the moon in the sky, Suguru Geto was standing at his doorstep, chatting with someone.

"That's all the information I have from my tracking for now. Remember the 'contract' between us."

"Of course. I am a man who keeps his promises."

Regarding the threat from the other end of the line, Suguru Geto smiled faintly. Feeling the call hang up, he shook his head and sighed, "I wanted to chat a little longer."

His black pupils looked at the phone screen as it went dark. After twirling it a couple of times, he put it in his pocket, opened the door, and walked into the house. Unlike the darkness outside, the domain within the house was always the same: sun, beach, rolling sea waves, and a red octopus soaking in the sea…

Mahito was resting on a beach chair, though he had been asleep for several days. It was clear that the damage Tatsuro had inflicted on him was truly severe.

Jogo and Hanami were currently playing chess. A few days ago, Jogo had been traumatized by Gojo Satoru and was now hiding within Dagon's domain, unwilling to go out.

It was truly frustrating. Of the four special grade cursed spirits, two already had psychological trauma.

That boy Tatsuro had also single-handedly killed 14 jujutsu sorcerers, and his domain was ominous. Compared to him, this body of Suguru Geto was much weaker, but unfortunately, only this body could seal that Gojo Satoru.

"Hanami!"

"Check."

Hanami, having just checkmated Jogo, heard Suguru Geto call out and looked up, asking, "What is it, Geto?"

"Come with me on a mission. I need you."

Suguru Geto beckoned with a smile on his face.

"You need me?"

Hanami stood up, glanced at Jogo who was carefully studying the chessboard, and walked over.

"Damn it, how did I lose?"

Jogo was currently studying the chess game before him. He couldn't understand why he kept losing.

Since Mahito had fallen asleep, they had been staying in Dagon's domain, waiting for his soul to repair itself. To pass the time, they started playing the chess that Geto had taught them.

Even though it was their first time playing, he could never beat Hanami. Dagon, with his childish personality, was unlikely to play this kind of game.

Geto…

This was taught by Geto. Wouldn't playing against him be asking for a beating?

Ever since being instantly defeated by Gojo Satoru, he had been reflecting on himself. Was he too weak? So much so that a shadow had formed in his heart. The gap was too large…

He felt that even if another one of him came, he wouldn't be able to beat him…

"Fuck! This is so annoying!"

Jogo burned the chessboard on the ground with a burst of fire and lay down on the beach chair next to Mahito, preparing for a long sleep, to wake up only when it was time to invade Jujutsu High.

Geto's task for him was to deal with Tatsuro. Although he was a bit hesitant, he still accepted it. After all, he had heard from Mahito that he could already use 'Domain Expansion'.

It was the perfect opportunity to crush him and regain his confidence!

In a clash of domains, he was ninety percent sure he wouldn't lose to anyone. As long as he used 'Domain Expansion', even Gojo Satoru would be burned to ashes.

After all, he was invincible under the heavens!

Having regained a little confidence, Jogo lay on the beach chair for an afternoon nap.

"What is it?"

Hanami asked Suguru Geto in a gentle tone. Although their relationship with him was just one of cooperation, they were all working towards a common goal.

"Infiltrate the Kamo estate with me. I have important business to attend to."

Suguru Geto grinned. He suddenly felt it was better for him not to participate in this Tokyo Goodwill Event. After all, he alone would require two special grades to deal with. With Gojo Satoru present, the probability of failure was too high.

If he couldn't retrieve those fingers, what was the use of the plan he had been plotting for a thousand years?

The jujutsu world should not have declined like this. It must enter the golden age of jujutsu, the Heian period!

A long time ago, the so-called "special grade" jujutsu sorcerers were not so rare.

The era of sorcerers everywhere will be ushered in by me!

"Yes, okay."

Hanami nodded. Infiltration was all too easy for it. It glanced back at Jogo sleeping on the beach chair and then left with Suguru Geto.

"Tatsuro, your punishment is as follows. For violating Articles 8 and 10 of the Jujutsu Regulations, you are to leave Jujutsu High immediately and be placed under the direct management of the Jujutsu General Affairs Department. We have been informed of Noa Yorishie's family situation and will now take over the case. That is all!"

July 27th.

A shocking incident circulated in the jujutsu world: the Kamo family had been "annihilated" by a boy named Tatsuro. Although the higher-ups distorted some of the facts, turning the siege by dozens of Kamo family members into a two-sided battle, it was considered to have saved the face of the three great families.

This was a considerable shock to the jujutsu world. And Tatsuro, a Grade 2 sorcerer, was now directly promoted to Grade 1, with his special grade status still under evaluation.

His photo now also entered the view of Japan's jujutsu sorcerers: black, choppy hair, a slightly boyish face, and those scarlet three-tomoe pupils.

"I don't accept."

In the hotel, Tatsuro sat on the sofa, staring at the three people in suits before him. Shura slowly walked behind the three, his aura uncontrollably leaking out, his fangs visible.

These three actually wanted to take away his family!

"There's nothing we can do if you don't accept. We are only relaying the orders of our superiors."

The woman in the middle said, "You violated the Jujutsu Regulations first. And we have already taken over that girl's case. Wasn't this your 'application'?"

"Brother."

Noa Yorishie, at his side, hugged Tatsuro's arm.

"I've changed my mind about the second point. She is my sister now. I will not hand her over to you."

'So you don't care about your own punishment at all…' the three people in suits thought to themselves.

The woman glanced at the broadsword placed in the corner, pointed with her slender left finger, and said, "That is a product of the Kamo family. We must also retrieve it and return it to the Kamo family."

"..."

"You people… are really not afraid of death."

Tatsuro's scarlet pupils stared at the three. These three must be here to test my bottom line…

"We are just here to deliver a message. Whether you give it or not is entirely up to you."

Looking at the somewhat angry Tatsuro, the woman had a difficult expression. The two beside her were silent the whole time, like wooden figures, motionless.

They were really unlucky to be assigned to this mission. Despair was written all over their faces…

Although he looked kind when they first saw his photo, after learning his name, they couldn't feel any "kindness" at all. He had single-handedly killed all but two of the Kamo family's sorcerers, and one of them was only alive because he was studying at Kyoto Jujutsu High…

Was this something a sixteen-year-old could do?

Whose sixteen-year-old was like this?

Even the strongest, Gojo Satoru, was quietly studying at school at this age according to his file.

...Alright, not too quiet, but much better than Tatsuro.

"..."

Hearing this, Tatsuro's expression softened. He retracted the three-tomoe in his eyes and covered his eyes wearily. He thought to himself speechlessly, 'They're just messengers running an errand, they don't have any real authority. For me to lose my temper with them, I've had enough. I'm like a powerless and petulant little brat.'

He said, "Sorry, I lost my temper just now. It's my fault for scaring you. Please pass a message to your superiors for me. I accept my punishment. The special grade cursed tool is my spoil of war. If they want it, have the current head of the Kamo family come and talk to me. I will handle my sister's matter."

"Okay."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected him to be so easy to talk to. He had also given them a way out. She reminded him, "Noa Yorishie's case is currently a kidnapping case. Although her parents haven't reported it to the police, the final custody is still in her parents' hands. To take custody, we need to intervene."

"Mm, thank you for the reminder. I understand."

"Okay, then we'll take our leave."

"Mm."

Tatsuro watched the three leave, their hands and feet moving in unison. He beckoned to the snarling Shura, signaling him not to scare them anymore.

They, caught between the higher-ups and himself, also had it tough. Kiyotaka Ijichi was a case in point, busy running between the higher-ups and Tokyo Jujutsu High. Although only a year younger than Gojo Satoru, at twenty-seven, he looked like he was forty. It was clear how much pressure he was under.

Therefore, Tatsuro didn't have much ill will towards them. After all, they were just office workers.

Feeling Noa Yorishie pulling at his hand, Tatsuro quickly comforted her, "It's okay, I won't send you back."

"Mm." Noa Yorishie nodded.

Click—

The door closed. The three who walked out of the room were panting heavily. They quickly left. A man complained, "Those guys from the higher-ups are really good at assigning missions. I thought I was going to die in there."

"What are you complaining about? That dog was right next to me. I was so scared I almost forgot how to breathe. Sister Tomoko is really amazing, talking to that great demon without flinching at all."

"Stop your whining and let's go. Those trash higher-ups are really enough. They don't treat our lives as lives at all."

The three quickly left. Diabolos, who had just brewed some tea, stared at the departing three and then walked towards Tatsuro's room.

He knocked gently.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Those three were definitely here to negotiate with the King. Seeing how they wanted to escape so quickly, they must be cannon fodder.

"Come in."

Tatsuro's voice came. Diabolos, dressed in a black suit with a white tie, held a tray with his right hand, a smile on his face. His demeanor was extremely elegant. He gently opened the door with his left hand and said, "King, the refreshing tea is ready."

He walked into the room and gently closed the door. In the quiet little room, the TV suddenly turned on, playing an anime. A black-furred Shura could be seen sitting guard at the King's left side. Miss Noa was currently holding the King's right hand, watching the program on TV.

On the wall behind the sofa, Lady Katsuyu was perched. This was everything the King cherished.

At this moment, this place was a sanctuary. The black leather shoes stepped forward slowly. He had blended in…

Into this little "King's" room.

Tatsuro's punishment, like a tide, once again reached a peak following the "annihilation" of the Kamo family.

Within Kyoto High.

Kamo Noritoshi had locked himself in his room, turning a deaf ear to the outside world. The "annihilation" of the Kamo family…

To be honest, he didn't care. Although he was the "heir" of the Kamo family on the surface, his mother was actually just a concubine. It was only because he had talent that he became the so-called "heir" on the surface. As for competing for the position of clan head, he had given up. After all, it was the same no matter who took the position. He didn't have the ability to lead the declining Kamo family at this moment. His strength couldn't convince the masses.

As for revenge or anything…

He felt nothing…

Although being unable to defeat him was the main reason.

At this moment, he was just recalling what his mother had said to him before she left. His lips parted, and he unconsciously muttered, "Become an outstanding jujutsu sorcerer, to go and meet mother…"

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The door knocked, and Momo Nishimiya's voice came, "Noritoshi, there's a follow-up on Tatsuro's punishment. He probably won't be able to participate in this Goodwill Event with Tokyo Jujutsu High. That Okkotsu Yuta is still abroad. We can win."

"A follow-up…"

Kamo Noritoshi's eyes moved. He stood up, opened the door, and looked at Momo Nishimiya with her two high pigtails at the door. He asked, "How is he?"

"That..."

Looking at the excited Kamo Noritoshi, Momo Nishimiya forgot for a moment how to explain. She quickly took out her phone and said, "Tokyo Jujutsu High, second year, Tatsuro. For violating Articles 8 and 10 of the Jujutsu Regulations, he is to leave Jujutsu High immediately and be placed under the direct management of the Jujutsu General Affairs Department. July 27, 2018. It doesn't mention anything about the battle with the Kamo family."

"That's good."

Kamo Noritoshi was relieved to see that Tatsuro was not being punished because of his family's matter. He knew that it must have been his family members who had gone to besiege Tatsuro, leading to this situation. If they wanted to kill Tatsuro, they had to be prepared to die.

Kamo Noritoshi could accept this. After all, he considered himself different from those in his family, which was why he had come to Kyoto Jujutsu High.

"What's with that expression…"

Momo Nishimiya looked at the relieved Kamo Noritoshi with a puzzled expression.

"It's nothing. Let's go train. Even without Tatsuro, we can't underestimate Tokyo in this Goodwill Event."

Kamo Noritoshi patted Momo Nishimiya's shoulder and then closed the door and left.

"Shouldn't he be angry…"

Momo Nishimiya looked at the departing Noritoshi, not knowing what to say. She had originally wanted to come and comfort him. After all, his father had died in battle…

But this Tatsuro was really strong now. He had single-handedly slaughtered almost the entire Kamo family. How terrifying. How could such a monster suddenly appear?

She muttered to herself, "It's a good thing he can't participate in the Goodwill Event anymore. Otherwise, even Todo wouldn't be able to beat him."

And at this moment, Aoi Todo…

"Best friend!"

He was crying his heart out because they could no longer spend a happy Goodwill Event together.

As for the annihilation of the Kamo family, he didn't feel much. He had no interest in politics or the like. He only knew that his best friend was very strong now, and he had to fight him, and then have a deeper exchange!

He immediately stood up, picked up his jacket, and prepared to set off for Tochigi Prefecture to find his best friend. Since they couldn't meet in Tokyo, he would go to Tochigi to block him. This battle was inevitable.

After all, this was a pact between best friends; a promise that a young man longed for.

"After just waking up, you give me such a difficult task. What's in it for me, Geto?"

In Dagon's domain, the sleeping Mahito awoke, which also meant his strength had returned to its peak.

Mahito, sitting on the beach chair, looked with interest at the corpse in Suguru Geto's hands.

"I have great use for it! Help me out. Aren't we companions with a common goal?"

Suguru Geto said playfully.

"..."

'Companions, my ass.'

Mahito had always maintained a degree of vigilance towards this person, Geto. Even when he was unconscious, he would have Jogo guard him. But in the end, they were just in a cooperative relationship. He then raised his right hand and placed it on the corpse, reminding him, "This is the first time I'm doing this. If this useful corpse of yours is destroyed, don't blame me."

"Of course. I've always trusted you."

"..."

Seeing Geto's sincere expression, Mahito was a little helpless. He said, "I know. But if Tatsuro is useless to you in the future, give him to me. Next time, I will make him my thing, using this newly mastered power. Eh? Strange, where's the brain? When a person dies, their soul is lost. Where's the brain?"

Seeing Mahito's puzzled expression, Geto explained, "I used it for some experiments. And you just need to put a soul in, you don't need that thing, right?"

"What are you talking about? Of course, you need it. The soul is the essence, but the soul also needs to think. Without a place to reside, what can it use to think?"

Mahito retorted, sighing inwardly, 'As expected, only Tatsuro can have the same conversation with him.'

"I know, I'll get it right now."

Geto looked at Kamo Hikaru lying on the ground. The Kamo family's matter was settled. He had also taken the cursed spirits stored inside, as well as the experimental subject he had made a long time ago. The rest could be run by this doll. Anyway, it was only a few months. There wouldn't be any mistakes in the short term.

It was almost August…

It was really exciting.

"Check."

Hanami won again.

"Fuck this!"

The volcano on Jogo's head began to erupt, and the wooden chessboard was instantly ignited. In this past month, he had only won one game, against Hanami.

"Don't be so angry. How about another game?"

Hanami looked at the burnt chessboard, slowly raised its right hand, and a small tree grew out, then turned into a wooden chessboard.

"If you want to be turned into a matchstick, just say so, Hanami!"

Jogo started cursing. Hanami was used to it and didn't care, slowly placing the wooden chess pieces.

"What are you playing, what are you playing? Let me in."

Mahito leaned against Hanami, looking at the chess pieces being placed. A flash of inspiration came to his mind. He said, "I've seen this in a book. How about you let me in?"

"Oh!?"

Jogo squinted, looking at Mahito, seeming to have found a possibility of winning. The cigarette holder in his mouth swayed lightly, a smile appearing on his lips. He said, "Hanami, go watch from the side. Leave Mahito to me."

"Mm."

Hanami, having placed the chess pieces, slowly stood up and gave the seat to the expectant Mahito behind him.

"Don't say I'm bullying you, Mahito." Jogo, confident of victory, blew out a puff of white smoke.

"It's fine. It's just for fun anyway. Winning and losing are common. I'll just do my best. You don't have to go easy on me, Jogo."

Mahito said and made his first move. The wicked fun in his eyes grew stronger. In these days of repairing his soul's damage, he had also reviewed a lot, as if watching a movie. He had re-watched the scene of him fighting Tatsuro.

Until the moment his soul was repaired and his strength returned to its peak, he had an epiphany!

His limit was far from this. The feeling of his soul being torn apart gave him a deeper understanding of what a soul was. He was a curse born from humanity's hatred and fear of humans.

Compared to curses like Jogo that had existed for hundreds of years, he was just a newborn child. He also preferred human culture, to learn, to evolve. His strength was naturally also advancing by leaps and bounds.

'Domain'…

Heh, now it seems it's just that. I seem to be about to touch the essence of the soul…

I need a more brutal slaughter…

Mahito's eyes became cold. He focused his attention on the chessboard before him, calming his "boiling" soul…

After all, he had just woken up from a deep sleep. It felt no different from when he was first born.

Ten minutes later…

"Damn it! I'm not playing anymore!"

Jogo's unwilling voice came out. He couldn't believe he had lost again. He shouted at Mahito, "You brat, you dare to lie to me! Is this your first time playing? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

"Not at all. This is really my first time playing, I'm not lying to you."

Feeling the scorching temperature in the air, Mahito quickly retreated. The chessboard on the ground had once again turned to ash.

Hanami skillfully created a chessboard and said to Mahito, "Let's have a game."

"Okay."

"What should we have for the afternoon?"

"I don't know. We just finished lunch an hour ago."

"Look, isn't that person a bit handsome?!"

On the street.

Tatsuro was walking with Noa Yorishie. At this moment, he hadn't received Principal Yaga's call for his expulsion yet. He was probably planning to protect him at all costs.

Tatsuro knew that Principal Yaga didn't think he had done anything wrong either. After all, he was just fighting fire with fire.

Maki and Panda, on the other hand, were calling him like crazy. This warmed Tatsuro's heart, and at the same time, he felt a little contempt for that boy Fushiguro Megumi, who hadn't called him even once in a day. He probably wished he would leave.

"Um, handsome, can I have your number?"

Tatsuro glanced at the approaching girl. She wasn't looking for him, but for Diabolos. After all, he was 1.9 meters tall, not bad looking, and had a rather gentle temperament.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in you."

Diabolos, who was already twenty-five, would not be interested in these ordinary people. After refusing her directly, he ignored her.

"How cruel, to refuse a girl's invitation."

Just as Tatsuro finished his complaint, he saw the rather pretty girl look at him. He refused, "Sorry, I'm not interested in you in the slightest."

Just after refusing, he heard the ringtone in his pocket. He took out his phone and walked away.

The girl, seeing that she couldn't get a number, shrugged at the two in the distance, indicating that she had failed.

[Second-Year Homeroom Teacher]

Tatsuro glanced at the note, his brows furrowing. Because Gojo-sensei was currently serving as the first-year homeroom teacher, Principal Yaga had arranged for another teacher to be their homeroom teacher.

It was just that he was too strong, and he didn't have much to teach. Anyway, they had met no more than twice. He seemed to be a sword master. His name was;

Atsuya Kusakabe, a Grade 1 Sorcerer.

He had black, choppy hair, a lollipop in his mouth, dead fish eyes, and stubble from not taking care of himself for a long time. One look and you could tell he was very lazy. He had a katana tucked into his waist. Although he had never seen the blade, he could feel that it was a good weapon.

He answered, "Hello, what is it, sensei?"

A steady voice came from the phone, "Do you have time? I want to talk to you, Tatsuro, about my opinion on the higher-ups' punishment for you this time."

"..."

"Are you... planning to make me leave Jujutsu High?"

Tatsuro said directly. Although he didn't care about this punishment, when it came to "leaving," he felt a mix of feelings. After all, that was the place he had stayed in right after he arrived.

It couldn't be said that he had developed feelings for the place, but it held his cherished memories and people.

"..."

Seeing that Kusakabe didn't reply, Tatsuro continued, "I'll be back at school in a few days. Let's talk then. I'm out right now."

"Mm."

Atsuya Kusakabe, sitting on the street smoking a cigarette, looked at the hung-up phone, scratched his messy hair, and muttered, "What is all this?"

He glanced at the woman in the wheelchair in the distance, took a final drag from his cigarette, then spat it out and stomped on it. He took out a lollipop from his pocket, tore off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth. After checking that there was no smell of smoke in his mouth, he walked over.

"Takeru..."

The woman in the wheelchair muttered, her eyes vacant, her black pupils staring at her own hands, as if she had lost something important.

"Sister…"

Atsuya Kusakabe, hearing his sister's name, his eyes trembled. He gently smoothed her hair that had been blown messy by the wind and said in a voice only he could hear, "I will let you see Takeru again."

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