Chapter 120: Preparations and the Last Tranquility

Chapter 120: Preparations and the Last Tranquility

"Sealing Lu Ke has three major challenges."

Under the dim light of the forest, an out-of-place mahjong table sat with four people: Jiansuo, Huayu, Zhenren, and Limei.

Jiansuo casually discarded a Two Bamboo tile.

"The first challenge is that during the sealing, Gojo Satoru cannot be present, and he cannot quickly come to the rescue."

With his unparalleled speed, Gojo Satoru could easily move around and support the battlefield at any moment.

"So, we need to keep Gojo Satoru occupied, but for how long?" Huayu asked, discarding a Five Bamboo tile.

"Minimum of twenty minutes, the longer the better," Jiansuo replied with a gentle smile. "Prioritize your lives. We don't know who will win between Two-Face Sukuna and Gojo Satoru. If Sukuna loses, someone needs to finish off the weakened Gojo."

He nodded, preparing for all possibilities.

Limei's cold aura seeped out. "I'll say it again, Lord Sukuna will not lose. Whether it's Gojo Satoru or Fujiwara Lu Ke, Lord Sukuna is the strongest."

"Ah, right, right, right."

Jiansuo didn't argue, just nodded in agreement.

For some reason, despite his view being acknowledged, Limei felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if the air was stifling.

Zhenren lazily discarded an Eight Bamboo tile, leaning on the table. "But how do we keep Gojo Satoru occupied for twenty minutes?"

"Most curse technicians are good-hearted, like Yutaka, Nanami and Haruhara, and Gojo Satoru."

Jiansuo commented on the curse technicians, a smile playing on his lips. "We'll use ordinary people to delay the other curse technicians. As for Gojo Satoru, we'll set up a special trap for him. Zhenren, how's your preparation going?"

Zhenren stood up, excited. "It's going great. I used the transformation technique to become an idol, then held hand-holding events, touching everyone's hands. It's a brilliant plan, just like you thought of."

After each hand-holding event, he would transform into another idol and continue until his curse energy was depleted.

"These days, I've successfully used the transformation on twenty thousand people. Once activated, everyone will turn into monsters."

"Many people will die then."

The thought made Zhenren very happy.

"The second challenge is that the Hell Prison's range is very small, and it takes a minute to activate properly. So, theoretically, Fujiwara Lu Ke needs to stay in one place for a minute."

"Hey, that's asking too much!"

Zhenren's excited expression cooled, but he knew Jiansuo wouldn't bring it up without a solution.

Sure enough, Jiansuo laughed. "I said theoretically. Don't worry, I have some ideas. Yuuji gave me some inspiration."

He chuckled softly.

"My son seems to be having a lot of fun. Sukuna hasn't spoken in a while, and he hasn't noticed at all. He's really carefree."

Limei looked at him. "You... seem very well-informed about the situation over there."

"Yep, we have insiders," Jiansuo replied casually. "Whether it's the lower-level curse technicians or the upper management, we have people on our side. The idea to make Lu Ke and Gojo Satoru fight was ours."

"To bring them together and focus them, so our people can retrieve the last finger."

Limei felt a chill down her spine. This thousand-year-old monster, who constantly takes over other people's bodies, was truly terrifying.

Once Lord Sukuna is free, I must ask him to kill this one immediately. Otherwise, he'll be a disaster!

"Hehe, they're really having fun over there, even starting a bonfire party." Jiansuo closed his eyes, as if he had a different perspective, peering into the other side.

Natsuno's technique, Curse Spirit Control, can forcibly subdue curse spirits two levels below him. He can also subdue higher-level spirits by weakening them, making it a developmental strategy.

Although he can't match Gojo Satoru in direct combat, the diversity and convenience of having different abilities from subdued spirits surpass the Limitless technique.

"People are always like this. Once they have the upper hand, they relax."

...

"If I could go on vacation, I'd go to Malaysia, build a house by the sea, and slowly read through the mountains of books I've never had time for, filling the gaps in my life."

Nanami Seven, sitting by the bonfire, answered calmly and sincerely.

It was 8 PM, the night was misty, and the bonfire party was going smoothly. Everyone from the high school was present, except for Panda and Dog-Scroll, who couldn't drink, and Principal Yorozu.

Drinks flowed, snacks were plentiful, and the atmosphere was lively. The King's Game began, and this time, the king was Mimi. Her command was for everyone to state their wishes, and Nanami was the first to speak.

"Are you guys pushing Nanami too hard?"

Lu Ke winced slightly at this, the words bringing back some unpleasant memories.

Amagaki explained, "Curse technicians are always this busy. Nanami stands out because of his work style."

Always maintaining a mature and reliable demeanor, shouldering all the responsibility and pressure, whether for his students or superiors.

"But to be honest, having Nanami as a partner is very reassuring," Mimi added.

"Reassuring?" Nanami's lips curved into a fleeting smile. "Whatever path I take, it's my own choice, so there's nothing to complain about. But my true wish is for there to be no more curse spirits in the world."

This way, he could finally escape the arduous work of a sorcerer.

"Wow, that's impressive," Amamiya Gojo sneaked a glance at Luk, "My wish is to get into a relationship with someone I like sooner."

"Such a cliche~"

Toge Inumaki couldn't help but comment, "Is that every girl's wish?"

"No, my wish is to have a lot of money," Meimei smiled softly, "With a lot of money, I'll leave this wretched place and live a leisurely life in another country."

Nailaki downed a whole bottle of beer in one go, a rosy flush spreading across her cheeks. The dazed look added a touch of feminine charm to the usually tough and resolute girl.

"I want to become an idol, a big star!" Nailaki said, her voice tinged with alcohol, "Then, a lot of people will know me, and Sazuki will come back."

In her childhood village, a beautiful and kind older sister named Sazuki had moved in. She was gentle and good but was forced to leave due to the villagers' hostility. This is why Nailaki believed that people in the countryside were all jerks and pursued a fashionable life in Tokyo as a sorcerer.

Zen'in Maki, a second-year student, also shared her heart, "As for me..."

She thought of Yotaka Ijichi and then remembered how the cursed pure love faction had pushed her to single-handedly support "Rika," making it hard for her to like anyone else. She then stated another wish.

"I want to apologize to Maki, for abandoning her and leaving the Zen'in family alone. As an older sister, I should have taken her with me, and it's my fault that she turned out the way she is."

With that, she bowed to Nailaki, "Thank you, Nailaki, for sparing her life."

Nailaki waved her hands, "No need for that, Maki-senpai. Just take good care of her from now on."

After the girls shared their wishes, the conversation turned to the boys.

Gojo tapped his chin, "I don't have any particular wishes, does wanting to eat sweets count?"

"Didn't you hope your students would surpass you?"

Luk raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

"That's just an expectation. I don't want to burden my students with my own hopes."

Gojo sighed, "Well, 80% of a sorcerer's power comes from innate factors, and the strength of their techniques pretty much sets their path. It would be inhumane to force them to surpass me. It's just a beautiful hope."

Saying this, he asked Luk curiously, "What about you, what's your wish?"

Luk's face grew serious, "I want to destroy all the unscrupulous companies that violate labor laws, kill all the capitalists who don't abide by the law, and eliminate those who use dirty tactics to make money. I want all workers to live a happy and worry-free life."

Gojo: "..."

Meimei: "..."

Amamiya Gojo: "..."

The adult group fell into a collective silence.

Nanami Kenjirou couldn't hold back, "Although it's unrealistic, it's a good wish."

The children, Toge, Fushiguro, and Nailaki, clapped, not fully understanding but feeling it was a pretty impressive wish.

"My wish is... Teacher Luk, can I have my spirit dogs back?"

Seeing the good atmosphere, Fushiguro finally spoke up.

"Even if their bodies are with you, their hearts are with me. Why force it?"

Luk sighed, honestly, he really didn't want to part with the two dogs. He could only wait for Yotaka Ijichi to return and defeat him, then try to convert Dittoluk's technique and replicate the Ten Shadows Technique.

"I don't care about their hearts, as long as they can fight."

Fushiguro, feeling deeply hurt, realized he was too attached to his spirit animals' emotions and decided it was better to treat them as tools.

Finally, Toge thought for a moment, "I don't have any particular wishes. If I have to say, after I eat twenty fingers, don't let Sukuna come out and kill people."

He forced a smile, "Let Teacher Gojo or Teacher Luk execute me, kill me in an instant, and make it as painless as possible."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a strange sensation, as if something was calling to him from a certain direction.

The corner of Sukuna's mouth on his cheek suddenly curved into a smile, but it was gone in an instant and immediately suppressed, so Toge subconsciously ignored it.

"By the way, didn't I tell you that the last finger is with me, so you can never die?"

"Wha, really?" Toge's mouth dropped open, "Is that even possible? And why are you telling me this now?"

"It's not possible, but with me and Luk, it's fine," Gojo shrugged, "We can't let our students be executed."

Luk also nodded, he never intended to follow the original story, "It's fine, because I'm the strongest."

Gojo: "..."

Damn, having his lines stolen made him feel like he was being shown up!

...

Below the Eighty-Eight Bridge, the Domain of Birth was dispelled.

A relatively handsome man retracted the blood he had released, holding a withered finger. Two strangely shaped humanoids followed behind him.

The last finger of Sukuna's other half!

...

While buying groceries, I saw a woman in her fifties and a woman in her sixties arguing over a clothesline. One had a shovel, and the other a chair.

I couldn't help but stop and watch. They didn't actually fight, just kept yelling at each other. It seemed the weapons were just for show to intimidate.

(End of Chapter)

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