Jujutsu Kaisen: Naoya Zenin Wants to Live!

The explanation Satoru Gojo wanted was one Naoya Zenin simply could not give.

Because what he really wanted was an apology.

The kind of repentance that would completely shatter this villainous young master's persona.

Desecrate it to what extent?

Sorry, Gojo.

That would not be desecration.

That would be cremation.

And if cremation was not possible, then it ought to be handed over to Chef Sukuna and finely chopped to bits with slashes, the kind with ten pounds of fat, ten pounds of lean, ten pounds of cartilage.

Naoya Zenin had still been careless.

This transmigrator had assumed that even if Satoru Gojo came looking for trouble, the first person he would go after should have been his old man, Naobito Zenin.

After all, even though he and Satoru Gojo were the same age, there was no question that the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern era was already operating on a completely different level. He was already the current head of the Gojo Clan.

Naoya Zenin, meanwhile, was only an heir in name. So long as Naobito Zenin was still alive, he would always just be the crown prince.

He was not the one who truly called the shots in the Zenin Clan.

And besides, during that meeting about how to handle Suguru Geto's corpse, quite a few important Kyoto figures had nodded in agreement too.

He had only made a suggestion. Was this monster really going to come after him and settle the score over it?

"Hey, Naoya Zenin, are you really going to keep hiding behind silence like this?"

The transmigrator stared at Satoru Gojo's icy expression. He was merely holding out one arm to block his way, and yet that terrifying [Limitless Technique] was already spreading with his anger, to the point that it seemed ready to crush even the wooden boards of the hallway beneath them.

What kind of corpse-loving guy was this?!

Was this what male friendship looked like?

He knew that in a situation this bad, the smartest thing he could do was say nothing and play dead.

But playing dead obviously was not going to solve the problem.

No help for it.

Naoya Zenin could only let out a sigh.

He would just have to lay out his plan completely and try to persuade him with both reason and emotion.

"Desecrate? Satoru, do not forget. It was you who killed Suguru Geto with your own hands."

"Of course I know that!"

A fierce blue glow lit up beneath Satoru Gojo's black blindfold.

[Six Eyes].

That was the most supreme inheritance in the Jujutsu World.

When [Six Eyes] was active, it granted not only three-hundred-sixty-degree vision without a single blind spot and over vast distances, but also the ability to see through all of an enemy's techniques, even perceive every flow of Cursed Energy in the world, and perform operations precise down to the atomic level. Because of that, the Cursed Energy cost of using techniques was reduced to almost zero.

Those eyes, absurd enough to defy heaven itself, were precisely the trump card that had allowed Satoru Gojo to so effortlessly ascend to the position of the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the modern era.

That was why no one in the Jujutsu World dared provoke this monster.

Because Satoru Gojo always paid back grudges.

While [Six Eyes] gave him overwhelming perception, it also branded every sensation its bearer experienced permanently into his mind for life.

An ordinary person saw a crow and only thought of it as black all over. But the crow Satoru Gojo saw beneath the sun carried colors more dazzling than a rainbow.

Whenever [Six Eyes] ran at full power, Satoru Gojo would always remember those unforgettable scenes from the past.

And right now, the only thing in his eyes was the smile Suguru Geto had worn just before Satoru Gojo killed him with his own hands.

"It is precisely because I killed Suguru with my own hands that I will not let anyone insult his corpse! Tell me! What exactly are you trying to do?!"

"Fine. Then I will give you that answer."

Naoya Zenin knew he had no way left to retreat.

But on this matter, he would not yield in the slightest either.

Even if the person standing in front of him was Satoru Gojo, the strongest of the modern age.

"Suguru Geto's corpse will be completely erased from this world. Not a single trace of it will remain, just as when you killed Toji with your own hands."

"Naoya Zenin, if I wanted to kill you right now, it would not take even a second!"

Satoru Gojo tore off his blindfold. Those deep blue eyes, vast as the universe itself, locked onto Naoya Zenin, burning with killing intent so intense it was almost unimaginable.

...Somehow, it felt like he had heard those words very recently.

Maybe that was just what it meant to be a villain fated to die.

If that was the case, then would not anyone who wanted to cut off his head first have to fight over it?

"Hahaha. To think you'd go this far just to protect a sinner's corpse."

Naoya Zenin was as arrogant as ever.

Even with death already looming over him, the transmigrator only let out a cold, haughty laugh instead.

"Satoru, I think you were at least a little more rational back in your student days. Now you really have become the sort of person whose actions are completely ruled by emotion."

"Are those your last words?"

There was no question about it. Satoru Gojo was serious.

Even setting Suguru Geto's corpse aside, Satoru Gojo still had ample justification to kill Naoya Zenin just from the standpoint of the blood feud between their families.

Not to mention that the man in front of him was arrogant, self-important, had no sense of his place, and was so wildly overbearing that even Satoru found him unbearable.

"And yet, there is something beautiful about the self-sacrifice of a talented man."

Naoya Zenin suddenly changed tack.

"Satoru, that resolve of yours is worthy of my admiration. If you are the one who drinks this poisoned cup with me, then I have no complaint."

The young noble spread his hands openly.

"Go ahead. If you want to kill me with your own hands in front of all these students."

"Hm?"

Only then did Satoru Gojo finally snap out of it.

At some point, an unbelievable number of students had gathered around the two of them.

And they were all holding up their phones, camera flashes going off nonstop.

"I-it's Satoru Gojo! The real Satoru Gojo! Satoru Gojo is here!!!"

"Whoa! Gojo-sensei humiliated Naoya Zenin! Gojo-sensei knocked Naoya Zenin to the ground! Gojo-sensei is unbeatable!!!"

"Gojo-sensei! Beat him to death! Gojo-sensei! Beat him to death!"

Seeing that, Satoru Gojo finally withdrew his killing intent. He put his blindfold back on, then started laughing things off with the students.

"All right, all right, break it up! Naoya-sensei and I were just joking around! Don't get in the way when adults are talking!"

"Gojo-sensei! Please take a picture with me!!!"

Watching Satoru Gojo get surrounded by a swarm of female students, Naoya Zenin finally let out a long breath of relief, then hurriedly turned to leave.

"Using students as a shield? You shameless coward."

As Naoya Zenin passed by him, Satoru Gojo gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.

He finally understood why Naoya Zenin had been provoking him over and over with his words earlier.

The bastard had wanted him to take off his blindfold and cause a commotion, drawing all the nearby students over to watch.

After all, Satoru Gojo was absurdly popular with students. No matter where he appeared, he instantly became the center of attention.

That way, no matter what happened next, Naoya Zenin could use the opportunity to walk away cleanly.

"Satoru, whose fault is it that you're such a good teacher?"

As he passed by Satoru Gojo, the young noble merely adjusted his cuff with elegant calm.

"You can stay here wasting your time on this pack of bitches. Forgive my lack of humor, but I'll be taking my leave first."

"Hey! Naoya Zenin! You bastard—!"

Just as Satoru Gojo was about to flare up again, Naoya Zenin slowly added,

"But Satoru, there was no falsehood in what I said just now. Your obsession with your friend really has earned my trust, and I truly do have something I ought to apologize for."

"What do you mean?"

"There are circumstances on my side that I do not want other people to know about, so I have changed my mind for the time being."

Seeing the shock on Satoru Gojo's face, the transmigrator only waved a hand and kept walking.

"Until I have your consent, Suguru Geto's corpse will be kept in the Zenin Clan's taboo vault. No one will desecrate it. That should be enough to show my sincerity, should it not?"

"Hey! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

"We can talk about that answer next time. Far away from this trash. Just the two of us, sitting beneath the night cherry blossoms on Aoyama, drinking good wine and laughing to our hearts' content."

Satoru Gojo watched Naoya Zenin's departing back, his confusion spiraling completely out of control.

This guy...

Why was he suddenly calling him Satoru?!

And what the hell was he even babbling about?

Why could he not understand a single word this guy was saying?!