Chapter 12

From ancient times to the present, objects that are found to be dangerous always seem to be marked with some kind of mark.

For example, [FBI WARNING], and the problem child Yuta Otsutsukoshi who was specially assigned a conspicuous white uniform in the first grade.

The cursed spirit did not write its identity as a container on its face. In ancient times when communication was more difficult, it seemed that providing all containers with a unified symbol would make "management" easier.

Nanami Kento agreed with Itadori Yuji's opinion, but Gojo Satoru was a little unhappy: "What you said does seem to make sense, but my guess is not flawed, why are you so resistant!?"

The blond sorcerer said calmly, "But if that is really the family crest, there are many things that don't make sense."

Gojo Satoru was dissatisfied: "Why doesn't this make sense?!"

Nanami Kento tried to reason with him: "For example, if that is really the family crest, why is there no record of it at all?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and clapped his hands: "It's simple. This family, like the container technology, was wiped out by everyone's unanimous agreement."

Nanami Kento frowned. He felt that Gojo Satoru was just making a fuss. "Forget about the technology. What kind of thing would a family do that would not even allow written records to be left?"

After all, technology can be reproduced, but no matter what a family does, after it disappears in the long river of history, the actual impact it can have on future generations is limited.

Otherwise, modern history books would cut out most of what they say.

Nanami Kento took a deep breath, reviewed the current situation in his mind, and pointed out the most unexplainable problem in this hypothesis: "And if the curse is really not from the Gojo family, then where did his unlimited technique come from?"

This question stumped Gojo Satoru at once.

Due to the lack of information, he didn't immediately think of the spell related to copying.

So Gojo Satoru held it in for a long time, and finally just muttered quietly: "No Limits is not unique to the Gojo family. Maybe there was another family before, and it was full of sorcerers who possessed No Limits."

Nanami Kento was too lazy to bother with Gojo Satoru. Seeing that he couldn't ask any more questions, he turned around and looked at Itadori Yuji who had been silent for a while. "Thank you for your hard work. Gojo Satoru and I will go to the Jujutsu High School to do a report. You should also go to bed early."

Although the discussion lasted for a long time, it was just noon. Nanami Kento said this mainly to give Yuji Itadori some time to digest the news.

Itadori also knew Nanami Kento's good intentions, and he forced a smile: "Well, then I'll leave first. See you tomorrow, Nana-Aki-Gojo-sensei."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, "Goodbye—"

When Yuji Itadori completely disappeared from his sight, Gojo Satoru stopped smiling and turned to Nanami Kento: "So, what do you want to say to me alone?"

Maybe they met when they were young and frivolous. Although they didn't meet for a while because Nanami Kento left the world of curse casters, the tacit understanding they had over the years allowed them to understand each other's intentions even without verbal communication.

At least that's the case when Gojo Satoru isn't going crazy.

When he thought of the theory the other party insisted on, Nanami Kento felt a headache.

The blond sorcerer resisted the urge to cover his face and turned to look at Gojo Satoru: "Have you found any information about Hatake or other cursed spirits at home?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head: "That's all? Is it necessary to avoid Yuujin to ask this?"

Nanami Kento explained expressionlessly: "I'm afraid that you will find out some information that will make Yuji-san even more disappointed with the world."

Although they spent a short time together, Kento Nanami had a good impression of Yuji Itadori.

Not only because the opponent is a rare sunny personality in the world of magic, but also because he is very similar to his former classmate in some ways.

When Huibara died, she was also in her teens.

Itadori Yuji's identity as a vessel makes it difficult for him to live to adulthood. Nanami Kento does not want to get involved in the messy affairs of the upper echelons of the world of sorcery, and his initial concern for Itadori was more out of his own persistence and cultivation.

But as time went on, it became difficult for Nanami Kento not to mix some personal emotions into their interactions.

——He couldn't help wanting to make up for his incomplete past.

Nanami Kento shook his head, putting aside his complicated thoughts: "So, is there?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged, “Not at all.”

"There is no record of Lian Yu Sanjia..."

"After all, it happened hundreds of years ago, so it's not surprising that a single family has no records of it."

Having said this, Gojo Satoru paused for a second, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"But if we expand the scope to the entire world of magic, it may not be the case."

There will always be people who are reluctant to give up this technology.

Just like people always repeat the mistakes they have made before.

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Gojo Satoru, who was supposed to be on a business trip abroad, walked in through the main gate of the Jujutsu High School without hesitation and headed towards the interrogation room.

The one looking at the boy now is Ijichi, who has finally had some free time these past few days.

This assistant supervisor, who was only 26 years old but looked like he had 30 years of experience, reflexively shrank his shoulders the moment he saw Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru stared at him for a while, until he began to sweat, and then he finally asked, "Did Yoshino Junpei speak?"

Ijichi sighed and answered honestly, "Not yet. Maybe his mother's death has given him a big shock, so he doesn't feel like talking."

After saying this, he glanced around like a thief and lowered his voice: "Well, is it okay for you to come directly? The people above..."

"Let them die."

Gojo Satoru had never had a good impression of the people above him, and the news he recently received from the cursed spirit had made his already limited patience exhausted.

Gojo Satoru has always wanted to make a major change in the upper management, which is one of the important reasons why he stayed in the technical high school as a teacher.

Judging from the average age of the rotten oranges at the top, if they really had to use conventional means and follow the crappy process, they should have been buried long ago. Gojo Satoru would have to wait at least another 20 to 30 years.

Gojo Satoru was too lazy to wait that long, so he kept looking for the right moment.

Now he felt that he had waited for it.

Scandals from hundreds of years ago may not be strong enough, but that may not be the case when the “victim” from hundreds of years ago himself appears on the stage and is very strong.

The composition of today's high-rise buildings is not exactly the same as that of hundreds of years ago, but they are not completely different either.

At least in several families, big and small, including the three families of Yu, the backers of almost half of the upper-level members have indeed occupied a place in the world of sorcery a hundred years ago.

Such a serious matter as erasing history cannot be the result of a single dictatorship.

Everyone is in cahoots.

Now imagine that your family once did something that was very, very extreme for a human being, and now thousands of years have passed, and you thought everything was settled, but the victims reappear in an unexpected form.

Hatred can accumulate, and the opponent's strength is unquestionable. So the question is, how can you protect yourself in this situation?

Your situation is very critical, but fortunately, you still have a slight advantage.

That is, your enemy is now a cursed spirit.

No one would try to delve into the mind or past of a cursed spirit. The truth remains buried eight feet deep.

As for revenge against the cursed spirit itself... you can of course choose to cover its mouth with a stronger force - but if Gojo Satoru himself does not cooperate, there is only one choice left.

The memory of the curse is always vague, not to mention those old, old photos that seem to turn to dust if touched.

After so many years, Zhuo probably couldn't even remember the face of his enemy.

So you can find a scapegoat and put the blame of your sins on anyone.

The top management will create chaos on their own.

And Gojo Satoru likes to watch dogs fight each other the most.

He will make sure things go the way he wants them to.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru felt much better. He told Ichichi, "I'll go in and take a look. If anyone from above comes by at this time, please tell them for me."

"An old friend of yours has returned."