𝗝𝗝𝗞!𝗩𝗔𝗥 𝗫 𝗜.𝗢.! 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝟶𝟶𝟼

[Name] and Satoru had been on separate business trips. And while the two strongest sorcerers, the only ones who dared to disobey the higher ups were gone, the old bastards took advantage of it.

Currently, the two were sitting in Shoko's infirmary. Satoru and [Name] sat on a sofa while Ijichi stood beside them. "Y-You know..... I have a bad personality.", Ijichi said, scratching the back of his head.

"I'm aware.", [Name] stated, while Satoru chuckled.

"Right, Ijichi. Expect a forehead flick later."

"F-Forhead flick?!", the man asked incredulously, expecting a far worse punishment from his seniors.

"I'm not cut out to be a teacher. Do you know why I decided to teach at Jujutsu High? Ask me.", Satoru looked at him in expectation.

"Why did you?"

"Because I have a dream."

"A dream?"

"Yup. As you can see in this case with Yuji, the jujutsu world is a den of vice. Conservative fools. Traditional fools. Arrogant fools. Just plain fools. It's a bargain sale on rotten mikan. I want to reset that garbage jujutsu world.", he said as he uncrossed his legs and leaned over them, placing a hand on his chin in a contemplative look.

"Murdering everyone at the top would be easy. But they would just get replaced. It wouldn't bring forth a revolution." [Name] spoke, silently observing Yuji's dead body on the table at the far end of the room. He was laying naked, exposing the gaping hole in his chest, the one Sukuna had left as a mark of his terror. His body was purplish blue and cold to the touch. "And if you did that, no one would follow you."

"That's correct. That's why I chose education. To raise strong, clever comrades. That's also why I occasionally toss my missions to my students. It's tough love."

"You sure you're not just trying to slack off?", Ijichi raised an eyebrow.

[Name] nodded in confirmation. "He is. For the ones he doesn't toss to students, he makes me do them."

"As I said, tough love. They're talented, especially the second year Okkotsu and the third year Hakari. They'll become sorcerers on par with me and [Name]-chan," his fists tightened. "Yuji was one of them too."

[Name] eyed his hands. Veins popped in his clenched jaw as he forced a smile. She contemplatively reached out her hand, taking his larger one in hers. He flashed her a smile, as if reassuring her that he was fine, but he gripped onto her hand with an iron grip, afraid that if he let go, he'd lose all control he'd spent years building up and would end up killing all the higher ups. It was not her he was worried about, no. It was his students he worried about. He knew for a fact that he was the only one she had in her life, the only one she actually trusted. So even if Satoru joined a cult, she would not hurt him. Not that she couldn't, she wouldn't.

"Hey, you three!" Shoko's voice called out as she pulled on a pair of gloves and put on a mask. "I'm about to start. Are you gonna stay here and watch?", she asked completely oblivious to the boy coming back to life behind her. He sat upright, the hole in his chest gone, as his skin returned to its usual yellowish undertone instead of blue.

Ijichi's mouth fell agape in shock as did Satoru's, while [Name] watched with amusement glinting in her eyes. Confused at their reactions, Shoko looked back as well, eyes widening as they landed on the boy behind her.

"Whoa! I'm completely naked!", Yuji said.

"G-G-G-G-G-Gojo-saaaaannnn!!", Ijichi yelled, pure terror and shock in the poor man's voice as he pointed at the no-longer-dead Yuji. Satoru merely laughed. "H-H-H-H-H-He's alive!!", he hid his face with his hands.