Chapter 132 – Yorozu's Reincarnation Plan
"Now that Gojo Satoru has been unsealed… all we need to do is wait for him to return on his own, right?"
"Uh… should we prepare some kind of welcome ceremony?"
Takaba asked thoughtfully.
"Maybe hang a banner or something?"
He hadn't met Gojo before, but he felt like doing something special for a comrade returning from confinement.
If he could make him laugh, even better.
"..."
No one answered him.
Just imagining Gojo already felt exhausting enough.
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Meanwhile, Tsumiki suddenly spoke up, looking puzzled.
"Miss Yorozu… I've been wondering. Hana can use the Angel's power directly…
Aren't our situations basically the same?"
"Doesn't that mean I could also use your powers?"
After watching Hana just now, Tsumiki finally grasped something she hadn't considered before.
At once, a mouth opened on her cheek and Yorozu's voice came through:
"You can use my power directly."
"And since I've been using your body to fight recently, my technique has already been engraved into you.
Even without my permission, you can still activate my cursed technique."
"I see…"
Tsumiki thought quietly.
"Then doesn't that mean… even if you left my body one day, I could eventually become as strong as you?"
"Exactly."
Yorozu's tone sharpened.
"So, you faithless man—when are you going to prepare me a new vessel?"
This time, she was speaking to Zen'in Shinsuke.
If she couldn't control a body fully, she couldn't fight Sukuna seriously—much less defeat him.
If she remained in Tsumiki's body…
She wouldn't even be able to die by Sukuna's hand.
She reincarnated for only two reasons:
To kill Sukuna.
Or to be killed by him.
"The Culling Game is already a farce.
How long do you plan to delay what you promised?"
Yorozu pressed Shinsuke.
Now that her technique had been fully replicated inside Tsumiki, there was no longer any reason for him to keep her stuck here.
Shinsuke considered this for a moment.
"Honestly… I don't know much about the details of reincarnation.
If you want a new vessel, you can find one yourself.
I won't stop you."
He could at least grant her that much.
Yorozu had chased a single man across a thousand years.
That took insane levels of dedication.
"Really?"
Her tone turned eager.
"Then I won't hold back. Reincarnation is simple—find a suitable vessel, then turn yourself into a cursed object and make it consume you."
"I can handle finding a body myself.
But you—you need to give me the method to turn my soul into a cursed object."
That was her condition.
Finding a host was easy.
But forging one's own soul into a cursed object?
Among all reincarnated sorcerers, only Sukuna could do that.
Even Angel could not.
"Turning your soul into a cursed object?"
Shinsuke frowned.
"How would I know how to do something like that?"
Yorozu's voice rose sharply.
"Isn't this jujutsu society thousands of years old?!
Are you really telling me not a single method like that exists anymore?!"
Yuki Tsukumo spoke up calmly.
"As far as I know… there really isn't."
"I study the soul. And I've never seen such a method recorded anywhere."
Principal Yaga nodded.
"That technique has been lost for several hundred years."
Angel—speaking through Hana—snorted.
"Don't waste your breath.
Only Kenjaku and Sukuna ever knew how. No one else."
"And reincarnation through possession is a sin against nature anyway," she added coldly.
"You should just stay in that girl's body. Coexistence is the only acceptable path."
Angel had always despised reincarnated sorcerers.
Naturally, she wouldn't approve of Yorozu attempting to change vessels.
Yorozu snapped:
"What business is it of yours, you self-righteous old saint?!
You only live to oppose Sukuna!"
"Listen carefully—Sukuna will be defeated by me, and by me alone!"
Yorozu instantly bristled when Angel stepped in to lecture her.
"Crazy woman! I want Sukuna dead—come stop me if you can!
Let me tell you, everyone here wants him dead now. You can do nothing but watch as we kill him with our own hands!"
Angel didn't give her an inch. From the way the two spoke, it was obvious they'd known each other long before.
"You're asking to die! I've had enough of you, you sanctimonious hag!"
Yorozu's voice grew furious, as if she might burst out of Tsumiki's body at any second.
"Tsumiki, let me out! I'm going to beat the life out of this holy fraud!"
"Hana! Get her!"
Angel roared back.
"This lunatic's lost her mind—I swear she's gone full demon already! Use your technique and purify her right now!"
And just like that…
Two mouths, growing from two faces, started screaming at each other across the room.
Tsumiki and Hana stood there in unbearable awkwardness.
Especially Hana—her face was burning red.
Tsumiki was Megumi's sister.
Which meant—
If she and Megumi ever became family…
…then the two monsters living inside their bodies would be screaming at each other every day.
Shinsuke scratched his ear and quietly slipped away with Yuki Tsukumo.
The others followed, dispersing as well.
They'd expected to see Gojo today—but since he hadn't come out through the "back door," nobody knew where he was now.
Rather than standing around, they chose to rest and gather strength for the final battle.
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Meanwhile…
Somewhere far out at sea.
In the pitch-dark trench of the ocean's depths, the Prison Realm suddenly exploded with blue light.
One by one, glowing blue eyes opened across its surface.
The cube split apart—
And detonated.
A lone figure appeared at the sea floor.
The immense pressure of the deep ocean slammed down like a collapsing mountain—
Only to be blocked by a thin, translucent white barrier.
Gojo Satoru opened his eyes.
Darkness. Silence. Cold.
For a moment, his mind was tangled—
Day or night, he couldn't tell.
Then one thought surfaced clearly:
"This is seriously no place for a human being."
Cursed energy surged—
And he vanished.
That time in the Prison Realm would haunt him for the rest of his life.
No one could truly endure that kind of confinement.
No sense of time.
Surrounded by piles of skulls.
Lying there endlessly, not knowing if it would be minutes… or centuries.
It was worse than death.
If he hadn't believed in the students he'd trained with his own hands…
…he might've killed himself in there.
When he finally reached the surface and saw blue skies again—
Breathed in fresh air—
Gojo felt lighter than ever before.
"Now this… this is where people are meant to live."
After a brief moment of emotional recovery, he began piecing together what might have happened.
Right now, the most important thing—
Was to track down the bastard who had stolen his best friend's body.
And take it back.
"…Wait.
What's today's date again?"