Chapter 50

"So join us, let's take down that old orange and restore the innocence of the jutsu world!" Gojo Satoru raised his arm, his tone impassioned.

Yukimura Seiichi glanced at the two of them wearing the same school uniforms. "You have a school that trains sorcerers."

Xia Youjie: "Yes, Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Spellcasting, which specializes in training spellcasters."

Rokudo Mukuro seemed to have found his rightful role—a champion of justice—and without hesitation denounced the school, saying, "This school should be shut down. How dare they send underage students into battle? Report them and revoke their business license!"

Hearing Rokudo Mukuro's accusations, even the top students with excellent grades showed a hint of disdain in their eyes. What kind of lousy school was this? You see, according to their expectations, they would go on to enter Rikkai University High School with their classmates, continue to dominate the high school tennis world with Yukimura Seiichi, and then get into their ideal universities, becoming winners in life.

They didn't want their smooth and bright future to be disrupted, especially by such an obviously unreliable setback.

Someone muttered to themselves, "This school's name sounds very unserious."

Gojo Satoru laughed heartily. Although he was criticizing his school, he still agreed with what the boys were saying.

Xia Youjie choked, glancing at Rokudo Mukuro, who had opened the door to a new world for them.

“The Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Spellcasting holds an important position in the world of spellcasting. Satoru and I are in our second year there… There are too few spellcasters. You should know that more than 10,000 people die from cursed spirits every year in Japan.”

"There, each of you has the opportunity to become stronger, to become a true strongman, and then to protect ordinary people."

His gaze was firm yet gentle, and the light in his eyes seemed to pierce through all darkness; it was dazzling and radiant.

Gojo Satoru covered his ears, stuck out his tongue, and muttered under his breath, "I won't listen, I won't listen."

Rokudo Mukuro chuckled with interest, "Kufufufu... I've actually run into an idiot."

The idea that "the strong protect the weak" is naive and foolish, like a saint cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle. If that idiot Sawada Tsunayoshi heard it, he would probably agree. No, that idiot has grown up a bit, so he probably wouldn't completely agree.

After all, having served in the Mafia for a long time, one can clearly understand that the world is not simply black and white. The "weak" are not necessarily weak; they may also be a driving force behind evil. The "strong" are not necessarily invincible; they may also collapse over a small matter.

Using strength to distinguish themselves from ordinary people, Xia Youjie and his companion Wutiao Wu are truly arrogance of the same kind! But then again, they are 16-year-old minors whose minds are not yet fully developed and need proper guidance.

Xia Youjie wasn't exactly known for his good temper; a thick cloud of black energy erupted behind him. "Huh? What do you mean?"

“Kufufufu…” Rokudo Mukuro shook the pineapple leaf on his head. “It doesn’t mean anything. I just think that according to your idea, you should be a policeman, not some kind of sorcerer. To fight against all illegal and criminal activities and protect law-abiding citizens.”

Gojo Satoru, unable to bear seeing anyone bully his best friend, said to Rokudo Mukuro with great dissatisfaction, "Gek is a bit silly with his bangs, and he's also stubborn and inflexible. He likes to spout some annoying platitudes, but even so, you can't bully him."

“Natsuyu-kun,” Yukimura Seiichi interrupted the three-way standoff, “how do you define the strong and the weak?”

Xia Youjie answered without hesitation, "A sorcerer who can exorcise a cursed spirit is a strong person, while an ordinary person who has no chance to fight back against a cursed spirit is a weak person."

Rokudo Mukuro: "Wow, a complete power player." Just as he expected, arrogant.

Gojo Satoru: "Wow, so that means Gon and I are the strongest." This guy's arrogance was written all over his face.

Yukimura Seiichi felt something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had indeed been saved by the powerful figure before him while being tormented by a cursed spirit, but he didn't consider himself weak. Finally, Rokudo Mukuro succinctly pointed it out.

Rokudo Mukuro: "Natsuyu-kun, do you think Yukimura-kun is strong or weak?"

Xia Youjie sized up Yukimura Seiichi, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He remained calm in the face of danger, and even tried to protect his companions when in peril; he was a very good person. "He's not strong now, but he'll definitely become a strongman in the future."

“Yes, yes, he’s very weak right now.” Gojo Satoru also supported Xia Youjie’s judgment.

"But this very future powerhouse you speak of was cursed by a group of ordinary people whom you call weak, and the resulting cursed spirit nearly killed him. Don't you find that ironic?"

"And what if he really encounters people who curse him, envy him, and wish him dead in the future, and those people happen to create new curses that are harming themselves? What should he do then?"

"Should we rescue them like saints? What if those people stab us in the back? Remember, even an ant can eat an elephant!"

Yukimura Seiichi quickly realized, "Yes, I don't consider myself weak. Even if I was almost harmed by a cursed spirit, the fault lies with those who created cursed spirits out of jealousy and hatred towards me."

He glanced at Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Jie, who were gradually becoming serious, and asked, "What should be done with the person who catalyzed the creation of cursed spirits resulting from illegal and criminal acts? And what methods are there to reduce the creation of cursed spirits?"

Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu looked at each other, looking like they were questioning the meaning of life. Their mission had always been to exorcise the cursed spirit and solve the problem. How could they know so much?

"No way, no way," Rokudo Mukuro said sarcastically, "You guys don't have any solutions at all? What if the curse that your rescued people causes to kill your comrades..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu's pupils both contracted slightly. They could already imagine how devastated they would be in that situation.

"It seems the leadership of your sorcery world is indeed utterly corrupt. What era are we living in? Are you still maintaining feudal rule?" Rokudo Mukuro concluded. It's truly a miracle that such a world hasn't overthrown its order.

"If you want to destroy the world, you can come to him. He can discuss his experience with Byakuran and then pass it on to them." Rokudo Mukuro wanted to say this, but ultimately swallowed his words.

Xia Youjie was completely unable to describe his feelings at that moment. Young people are often impetuous, and protecting the weak was his passionate ideal. But now, someone had poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

Was his belief wrong? It seems not. Innocent ordinary people needed his protection, and he truly did save countless lives.

But what if one day, a curse arising from the people he saved kills one of his own companions...? The thought sent a chill down his spine.

He couldn't help but grab Gojo Satoru's arm, "I've never thought about this before..."

Rokudo Mukuro continued, "With your combined strength, by the time you encounter this situation and start thinking about this, it will probably be too late." After all, you, who are easily swayed by my words, would probably collapse if you actually faced something like this.

The title of the world's strongest illusionist signifies his immense power and ability to see through people's hearts. Understanding Xia Youjie's mind is incredibly simple for him.

On the contrary, Wu Jiao Wu, who was by Xia Youjie's side, lived up to his name as the "God Child". It was as if there was a barrier between him and the world. He was not lonely, but he did not care either.

Although he was joking and laughing with others, in his eyes, only Natsume was within Gojo Satoru's barrier.

He was in a good mood today and was willing to be an understanding and caring older brother.

Gojou Satoru grasped Natsume's hand, his usually carefree face now filled with seriousness. "Ge, don't be afraid. None of what he said will happen. We are the strongest. Once the world is stable, we'll go back and find Moth, and together we'll change this world!"

Nothing is unchangeable; if something doesn't work, it's because they haven't tried hard enough. If the world is broken and dilapidated, they'll mend it and patch it up; they'll always be able to create a better world.

Seeing Gojo Satoru's determined gaze, and his own slightly dazed expression reflected in those azure eyes, Xia Youjie slowly came to his senses. He smiled at Satoru, "Okay, let's go together."

They had indeed underestimated things before, simplistically assuming the world, but that wouldn't be the case anymore. They were the strongest, both at the prime of their youth, and their future held limitless possibilities.