Chapter 185: Geto Suguru's Letter
Midnight.
Tokyo Jujutsu High, Yami's dormitory.
Moonlight filtered through the window and spilled across the wooden floor, bathing the quiet room in pale silver.
Yami sat cross legged on the tatami with his eyes half closed, maintaining Total Concentration: Constant.
His synchronization with Tsugikuni Yoriichi had stabilized at forty six percent.
But ever since he had taken Maki from the Zenin Clan and triggered the world line's rejection, Yami had felt a faint resistance whenever he tried to advance further.
It was not enough to weaken him.
But it was enough to warn him that he could no longer afford to relax.
"Hoo…"
A long breath escaped through his nose and mouth.
White vapor condensed in the cool night air before gradually dispersing.
Then Yami's eyes opened.
A subtle fluctuation of Cursed Energy had appeared outside the window.
His dark red pupils sharpened.
Without drawing Shiranui, Yami flicked two fingers.
A thin arc of sword pressure crossed the room.
Click.
The window latch split cleanly.
The window slowly slid open.
A tiny Cursed Spirit flew inside.
It was barely larger than a human palm, resembling a one eyed toad with a pair of crooked wings. Its flight was unstable, and its entire body radiated the weak presence of a low grade curse.
Most Jujutsu Sorcerers would have exorcised it immediately.
Yami did not move.
He recognized the Cursed Energy clinging to it.
Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
Suguru Geto.
The small curse fluttered toward him, visibly nervous beneath Yami's gaze.
Then its mouth opened.
"Blech!"
A small cylinder wrapped tightly in waterproof paper slid out of its stomach and landed on the tatami with a wet sound.
The curse shuddered once.
Its task complete, its body dissolved into black smoke and disappeared.
Yami ignored the smell and picked up the cylinder.
He removed the outer wrapping.
Inside was a tightly rolled sheet of paper.
He unfolded it beneath the moonlight.
The handwriting was unmistakably Geto's.
Yami,
If you are reading this, then I have successfully established myself within the Star Religious Group.
The letter began without greeting or unnecessary explanation.
Those monkeys are even easier to manipulate than I expected.
Show them something they cannot understand, call it a miracle, and they will happily surrender their money, influence, and connections.
With the resources now under my control, I have begun constructing an intelligence network throughout Japan.
The corner of Yami's mouth lifted slightly.
This was the Suguru Geto who should have existed.
Without despair driving him toward self destruction, Geto's intelligence and ability to manipulate people had finally been given room to flourish.
He was not merely a Special Grade Sorcerer.
Given enough time and resources, he could become a force capable of reshaping the entire balance of the Jujutsu World from the shadows.
Yami continued reading.
But that is not why I contacted you.
The thousand year old monster you warned me about has finally begun moving.
Yami's expression sharpened.
Kenjaku.
The architect behind countless tragedies.
A sorcerer who had survived for more than a millennium by transferring his brain between bodies.
The man who would eventually engineer the Culling Game and seek to force Tengen's evolution into something that could reshape all of Japan.
And most importantly, the man who coveted Suguru Geto's body because of Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
Yami lowered his gaze to the next paragraph.
For the past several days, I have sensed an organization quietly probing me.
They have directed information toward me regarding several areas occupied by powerful Cursed Spirits.
The pattern is too deliberate to be coincidence.
Someone is testing my combat ability and measuring the development of Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
The handwriting grew heavier.
A few members of the Star Religious Group's upper ranks are also receiving instructions from an unknown source.
I have not exposed them.
For now, they are more useful alive.
Kenjaku has noticed me.
He is watching from somewhere beyond my sight, waiting for me to expose a weakness.
Yami's gaze remained fixed on the page.
Kenjaku had reacted faster than expected.
In the original future, he had only taken Geto's body after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, when Yuta Okkotsu defeated him and Gojo later found him dying.
This time, the circumstances were completely different.
Geto had supposedly defected years earlier.
He had already seized the Star Religious Group and begun rapidly expanding his power.
Rather than waiting for a convenient corpse, Kenjaku had started investigating him while he was still alive.
Yami continued.
Do not worry.
Knowing the snake exists means I will not allow it to bite me so easily.
I intend to let him believe his plan is working.
I will show him the madness he expects to see.
I will expand the Star Religious Group, gather more Cursed Spirits, and behave exactly like the Suguru Geto he wants me to become.
Let him believe I am marching willingly toward my own destruction.
Until the right moment arrives.
Yami's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then I will use the body he wants so badly as bait.
I will drag him out of hiding.
And when he finally shows himself, the three of us will crush him together, along with whatever thousand year plan he thinks is so brilliant.
Burn this after reading.
Suguru Geto.
Yami folded the letter.
A small crimson flame appeared at his fingertips.
The paper caught immediately.
Within seconds, Geto's message had become ash.
Yami watched the last black fragments drift toward the floor.
"Well done, Suguru."
The three person alliance was finally beginning to function as intended.
Satoru Gojo remained in the open.
As long as the strongest stood inside Jujutsu High, the higher ups could not move freely against the school or its students.
Suguru Geto operated from the shadows.
Under the identity of the worst Curse User, he could gather resources, recruit forces, and deliberately place himself within Kenjaku's field of vision.
And Yami stood between past and future.
He knew where the original world had broken.
His task was to move the necessary pieces before those same disasters could happen again.
"Kenjaku…"
Yami rose and walked toward the open window.
Clouds drifted across the moon.
"You've spent a thousand years manipulating everyone else."
His expression remained calm.
"Now you're the one following a script."
But before the thought could settle, pain tore through his chest.
"Ghk!"
Yami's body lurched forward.
His hand clamped over his heart.
This was nothing like the rejection he had felt after taking Maki.
That had been pain.
This felt like the world itself trying to tear him out by force.
His knees struck the floor.
Cold sweat appeared across his forehead.
[Warning!]
[Warning!]
[The actions of the Host and affiliated individuals have caused severe deviation from the established world line.]
[World rejection has reached the critical threshold.]
[Forced repatriation countdown initiated.]
Yami's pupils contracted.
So it had finally begun.
Changing Geto's fate.
Preventing Haibara's death.
Saving Riko.
Removing Maki from the Zenin Clan years ahead of schedule.
Preparing an active counterattack against Kenjaku.
One alteration after another had pushed this era further from the future it was supposed to produce.
The world could no longer tolerate his presence.
Yami gritted his teeth and forced himself upright.
His entire body felt unnaturally heavy.
"Still not enough…"
His breathing became uneven.
"There's one last thing."
His gaze turned toward the night sky.
The arrangements surrounding Geto had been made.
The younger generation had begun changing.
Maki had been freed.
But one final piece had yet to reach its proper place.
"Satoru…"
Yami clenched his fist.
"You need to finish your evolution."
Far across the world, in a small Middle Eastern country consumed by war and smoke, the white haired sorcerer upon whom Yami had placed so much hope was undergoing a transformation of his own.
And when Satoru Gojo returned to Japan, the Jujutsu World would finally meet the man who truly deserved to be called the strongest.
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