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Zenin Estate. Second Underground Level.
"Why won't you listen?"
Mirai walked slowly toward Haruta Shigemo, who was prostrate on the ground, sobbing.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Haruta cried, tears streaming down his face.
Mirai crouched down, smiling curiously. "Don't you like torture? I gave you a playground. I gave you food and shelter. Why run away?"
"Master! Please!" Haruta pointed at Zenin Hisashi. "That guy's hand isn't as fast as mine! I can work 23 hours a day! No, 24 hours!"
Mirai chuckled. "24 hours? Isn't that tiring?"
He reached out a hand.
Haruta watched helplessly as Mirai's intangible hand phased through his chest. He dared not move.
"No... please..."
Solidify.
Mirai's hand became tangible inside Haruta's chest.
SQUELCH.
Mirai crushed Haruta's heart.
"Gah...!"
Haruta's eyes widened. The light faded from them. He slumped forward, dead.
Mirai pulled his hand out, wiping the blood with a conjured handkerchief.
"If White Zetsu hadn't taken a liking to your body... I might have let you live a bit longer to test your 'Miracles'."
In the corner, Juzo Kumiya dropped to his knees. He was shaking.
"Clan Head!" Juzo stammered. "The Cursed Tool for Zetsu... it's done!"
"It can defend against Grade 2 attacks! It conceals presence!"
Mirai looked at the red-cloud cloak in Juzo's hands.
"Good. Clean it up."
"And you..." Mirai looked at the short figure hiding in the shadows.
"Go back to your cell. This is the last warning."
The figure scurried away, chains rattling.
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Seven Days Later. Jujutsu High.
"White Zetsu," Panda asked. "Where is Mirai-sensei?"
"He's been in his dorm reading books," White Zetsu shrugged. "He acts more like a student than I do."
Maki scoffed. "At least he studies. You're a Grade 4 who just brags all day."
"WHAT?!" Zetsu jumped up. "Don't insult Grade 4! Yuta is Grade 4 right now too!"
(Yuta had lost his Special Grade status after Rika passed on, resetting his rank).
"Just you wait!" Zetsu grinned. "I'll be a Special Grade in no time!"
"Stop bragging," Maki pushed up her glasses. "If you keep goofing off, you'll be the first Cursed Spirit in history to repeat a year."
"Repeat?!" Zetsu gasped. "Never! I'll skip grades! I have connections!"
"I'll tell Mirai-boy to promote me!"
The students sighed. Hopeless.
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Six Months Later.
June 2018.
A new school year.
White Zetsu sat in the first-year classroom, legs crossed on the desk. He was, indeed, repeating the year.
The door opened.
A boy with pink hair and a sunny disposition walked in.
"Hello, everyone! I'm Itadori Yuji! Nice to meet you!"
White Zetsu stared at him.
The Vessel.
Sukuna's Cage.
Zetsu grinned.
"Yo, Newbie! I'm your Senior, White Zetsu!"
"Do you want to see a magic trick? I can detach my arm!"
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