Chapter 13: The Correct Way to Use Heavenly Restriction
Jujutsu Headquarters.
In a dim room, a group of mysterious higher-ups were discussing things.
"Gojo Satoru's technique has already awakened. It probably won't be long before he becomes the strongest sorcerer of this era."
An aged figure, half-hidden in shadow, voiced his opinion.
Gojo Satoru's strength was indeed formidable, but it also broke the balance, causing more—and stronger—curses to appear in the world.
And Gojo Satoru didn't have a good image among the higher-ups. He was the type who was defiant and arrogant.
In short, he wasn't the obedient type, which gave the higher-ups a headache.
"Lord Tengen is just too kind. If it were me, I'd make those two brats understand the consequences of disobeying orders."
At that, the other figures fell silent, calmly staring at the speaker as if to say, You don't feel like laughing after saying that?
"Ahem. Am I wrong?"
The old man's face flushed, but he insisted he had a point.
"Enough. We'll end the topic of Gojo Satoru here."
What was done was done. There was no point discussing it further.
"The Zenin Clan's man has returned, and Naobito even got him a teacher position at Tokyo Jujutsu High. What do you think about that?"
"Oh? That tyrant?"
Clearly, the higher-ups also knew about what happened to the Zenin Clan back then.
"No cursed energy, yet his strength isn't weaker than a Grade 1 sorcerer. A freak."
"He's going to be a teacher at Jujutsu High—are they joking?"
"We still have to give the Zenin Clan face. Just treat it like we're feeding another useless mouth. Jujutsu High already feeds plenty of useless mouths anyway."
They even treated the special grade sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki like a useless mouth. What was one more?
At least with this Zenin, it would make the Zenin Clan owe them a favor—useful later.
…
Time flashed by, and a whole year passed.
That summer went quickly. Zenin Jinsuke spent almost all of it training, occasionally checking on how his nephew and niece were doing.
As for Tokyo Jujutsu High, he didn't go even once. The salary arrived on time every month—why would he go?
Of course, in that year, he also taught Toji the correct way to "open" Heavenly Restriction.
"So this is why we both have Heavenly Restriction, yet you're stronger than me?"
Sweat drenched Toji as he felt a thread of heat appear within him. He looked astonished.
His physical strength, cursed-energy resistance, and superhuman perception were all innate.
He had never once thought he needed to train.
Compared to that, he spent more time on technique—killing methods, weapon handling, and so on.
"We're not done. Use your will to sense it and guide it into this spot—your left brain."
Zenin Jinsuke reminded Toji.
Don't waste the hard-earned blood energy he'd finally refined.
Following Zenin Jinsuke's guidance, Toji completed his first cultivation. Feeling this power that only those with Heavenly Restriction could cultivate, it was as if a new world had opened before him.
So Heavenly Restriction wasn't just a restriction.
It had its own unique power—and it wasn't weaker than cursed energy.
"Did you figure this out yourself?"
Toji looked at Zenin Jinsuke and asked.
"Of course!"
Zenin Jinsuke accepted it shamelessly. The "cheat" was his—saying he figured it out himself wasn't wrong.
"Train properly. Stop thinking about getting revenge on the jujutsu world. If you've got time for that, you might as well get stronger."
Mockery, cold stares—only strength was the real law.
"Who's thinking about revenge? I stopped caring about that stuff a long time ago."
Toji shot back irritably.
Now he spent his days taking care of two kids and working to make money. Who had time to hate the past?
Maybe because of Zenin Jinsuke's influence, Toji stopped caring about many things.
Pride or no pride—other people's words couldn't negate his strength now.
So what if he had no cursed energy? His brother didn't either. It wasn't just him.
Ring ring ring ring ring…
Just then, Zenin Jinsuke's phone rang. "Hello?"
"Moshi moshi~ Can you tell who I am?"
Tsukumo Yuki's voice came from the other side.
"It's you. You finally scraped the money together?"
"Hey, that hurts my feelings. Is that really all we ever talk about?"
"Oh. So you've got the one-year interest ready too?"
"…."
Tsukumo Yuki.
"Hah… Tokyo Jujutsu High. I'll wait for you here."
With a sharp click, she hung up—clearly furious.
Zenin Jinsuke didn't care at all. "Once you fill your first acupoint, I'll teach you what to do next."
He looked at Toji and gave him some final cautions. The Eight Gates training had a lot of details—handle one wrong and you could suffer backlash.
How far Toji could go, he didn't know. But he could feel it: the further you went, the harder the Eight Gates became to cultivate.
Even after training hard for a year, he still hadn't fully opened the Fourth Gate.
You could imagine—this was several times harder than doing it with chakra.
"You're going to Jujutsu High?"
Toji remembered Jinsuke's instructions and asked with some curiosity.
Eavesdropping wasn't good, but with his sharp perception, he couldn't help hearing it. It wasn't like he could just cover his ears all day.
"I'm a specially hired hand-to-hand instructor at Jujutsu High. Isn't it normal for me to go there?"
"Huh?"
Toji looked completely dumbfounded. Was that even human language?
"You? A Jujutsu High teacher?"
"What's the problem?"
Zenin Jinsuke tidied himself up and put on the black short-sleeved shirt issued by Jujutsu High. His explosive muscles stretched the fabric tight—one look and you could tell he was a professional hand-to-hand instructor.
"I'm going."
He still had to collect money. If he went late, Tsukumo Yuki might run off.
That summer, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru successfully advanced to special grade sorcerers.
Gojo Satoru was even hailed as the strongest of the era.
From then on, the two partners began taking missions separately. They never again fought side by side.
Inside Jujutsu High, Geto Suguru sat wearily on a bench, dark circles obvious to the naked eye.
Almost the entire summer, he had been continuously exorcising curses and consuming curses, day after day.
Like a machine, protecting the safety of ordinary people—but were those people really worth it?
Thinking about all the ignorant people he'd encountered that year, the ugliness of human hearts, he even began to question why he was a sorcerer at all.
Why protect those people?
The taste of curses truly disgusted him.
"Haibara… do you think you can really keep being a sorcerer?"
Geto Suguru suddenly asked, looking at the junior beside him who radiated optimism.
"Hmm…"
Haibara Yu leaned on his chin, thought carefully, then smiled. "I don't think I've ever thought about that. But if I do my best to do what I can, I feel satisfied and happy."
"…I see."
That simple answer made Geto Suguru's chaotic thoughts quiet down a little.