Shunichi was just as fused as the others when he heard Satoshi's response.
Young Master Satoshi was the one openly opposed by the Twin Curse Fa, so why was he so calm in the face of Kumaen's scheme?
Seeing the puzzled expressions of the three, Satoshi simply shook his head.
"I need Kumaen to help up the mess in the Gojo family for both me and Satoru."
"The head of the is ill, which means opportunists and parasites are bound to crawl out of hiding."
"Let Kumaen deal with them first. Satoru and I are still young; we don't have the time or patieo waste on political games. Since he's so eager to ha, we might as well let him."
"The most important thing is that the very foundation of the so-called 'Twin Curse Fa' is built entirely on me. I hold absolute trol."
"As long as I prove that I'm not Satoru's 'curse,' the entire ideological basis of the fa colpses. Even if Kumaen remains the de facto head, he won't hold any real power."
A glint of cold indifference fshed in Satoshi's blue eyes.
In the world of jujutsu, strength dictated everything.
If he had never met Toji, he might have been more ed about Kumaen's as.
But now, not only did he know Toji, but Satoru had also mastered the Limitless teique, and he himself possessed a Zanpakutō.
Kumaen's so-called schemes were nothing more than stepping stones, paving the way for him and Satoru to take over the the future.
They were both bearers of the Six Eyes.
With their overwhelming strength and lineage, all it would take was a single and from Satoru, and the entire Gojo family would fall in line.
At worst, Kumaen and his followers would make a final, desperate struggle.
But betweehree of them—Satoru, Toji, and himself—they had o fear anyone.
And iure, once he fed Zanpakutō for both Satoru and Toji, their power would surpass even their curres.
What was Kumaen going to do? Find Ryomen Sukuna and ask him to assassihem?
Too bad. Even if Sukuna showed up, they wouldn't be afraid.
"Satoshi, you're not a curse!"
Satoru's face darkened with dissatisfa the moment his brother referred to himself that way.
He knew Satoshi's situatioer than ahere was no way he would let his brother belittle himself like that.
"Alright, alright, I get it. It was just an example."
Uhe gre of Satoru's Six Eyes, Satoshi could only raise his hands in surrender.
"So, Satoru, let Kumaen do the dirty work for us."
"I really enjoy freeloading."
Satoshi's carefree words made Satoru drop his earlier thoughts of frontation.
Shunichi, oher hand, was left pletely stunned.
He never would have imagihat this six-year-old boy had already thought so far ahead far beyond what even Kumaen could prehend.
Kumaen had once advised him to look at the bigger picture, to see beyond the immediate situation, and to focus on the esseher than surface-level flicts.
But now, it was clear that those words applied far more to Satoshi than anyone else.
pared to Satoshi, it was Kumaen who was short-sighted.
Realizing this, Shunichi couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe toward Satoshi.
What a terrifying child.
The Gojo family was truly fortuo have someone like him among its heirs.
If, before this versation, Shunichi had firmly believed that Satoru was the rightful successor, that belief was now shaken.
Satoru's strength was undeniable, but his personality was uable and wild.
Satoshi, oher hand, was calm, posed, and strategic. He thought ahead, pnning every move carefully, traits far more suited for managing aire .
At this moment, as he gazed into Satoshi's blue eyes, the young boy before him seemed to grer and rger in his mind.
And then, in an instant, Toji shattered that illusion.
"Oi, Satoshi, have you ever been to a brothel? Do you know the meaning of the phrase 'freeloading like a whore'?"
"I may be a simple man, but I share the same hobbies as Satoshi. I like getting things for free, too."
"So how about this? Let's cel our earlier agreement. I'd rather just take what I want for free."
Toji's casual, teasing remark instantly broke the tension in the fe, filling the room with an absurd sense of amusement.
Satoshi's cold and calg expression twisted into one of sheer exasperation.
"Toji, could you focus on the important part of the versation for once?"
"I'm talking about serious matters here."
He sighed i. No matter what, this guy always mao zero in on the least important thing.
"Alright, alright," Toji waved dismissively, fanning his nose as if he could smell something foul.
"But holy, I 't stand all the politi these big families. It reeks of decay."
Satoru, Satoshi, and Shunichi all fell silent.
Of all people, Toji had nht to pin about the corruption of jujutsu families.
After all, if any embodied stubbornness and backward thinking, it was the Zenin family.
If the Zenin cimed sed p corruption, no other family would dare cim first.
A mere heir of the Zenin family had no business mog the Gojo .
Even though Toji had exuded a terrifying presence earlier, Shunichi couldn't let this go.
Just as he opened his mouth to retort, Toji cut him off with a single sentence.
"What's so great about being a Zenin, anyway?"
"If I wao leave the Zenin family, I could do it anytime. Who the hell is going to stop me?"
Shunichi and Satoru froze, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Was Toji joking?
Only Satoshi remained unfazed, wearing the same wry smile.
He khe truth of Toji's future.
This was the man who would one day abandon the Zenin name and take on another identity—Fushiguro Toji, the father of Fushiguro Megumi.
A man who would sever all ties with his prestigious d start anew in a family no one had ever heard of.
Because of that, Satoshi had even sidered the possibility of recruiting Toji into the Gojo family.
As for Satoru and Shunichi, the mere thought of a Zenin heir defeg to their had never once crossed their minds.
After all, such a thing was unheard of.
The Zenin family would never allow it.
Even if Toji was just an "ordinary person" with no cursed energy, the idea of him abandoning the Zenin name was beyond their imagination.
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