19 Complete Exposure of Embarrassment
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The phone hadn’t been hung up, and Yuki Ieiri also heard Satoru Gojo’s words as he spoke with increasing gravity. The higher-ups on the other end fell into a dreadful silence.
In truth, the executives wanted to retort, but they had no grounds to do so.
A bounty...
It really was their doing!
This was undeniable, or rather, impossible to deny—was Satoru Gojo someone who argued? No. To him, what he recognized as fact was simply fact.
In the past, the higher-ups had been too arrogant.
In recent years, Gojo’s lack of troublemaking had made them subconsciously overlook the true weight behind his title as a “Special Grade Sorcerer.”
Now, they were experiencing that reality profoundly.
“Bang—”
In the blink of an eye, the executives were all sprawled on the ground.
The elder seated in the foremost position, due to his special status, was launched backward against the wall, leaving a perfect spiderweb crack centered on his back.
His fate—alive or dead—was unknown.
Those still able to breathe dared not even wail; they wished only to faint and escape their torment.
Gojo stopped before one of them and crouched down.
The man’s face was drained of color; even a slight breath caused pain in his chest and lungs—a reminder that this was the Six Eyes Tyrant. Before him, his life was nothing.
He heard Gojo say:
“Lift your head. Look at me.”
Throat bobbing involuntarily, the simple command sounded like an explosion right next to his ear. His spine chilled, and with endless terror, he looked up.
He raised his trembling head to meet those radiant, clear azure eyes.
He was captivated by those divine eyes: “W-we only placed a bounty, not specifically targeting the Gojo family. I’ll give you the intermediary’s contact information...”
Gojo lifted his blindfold with one hand, while the other pointed to his forehead from a distance. “Among those cursed sorcerers, there’s one with a stitched scar on his head.”
“Have you seen him?”
“Uh, no? N-no...!”
He stammered.
Gojo’s gaze deepened: “...”
The Six Eyes couldn’t immediately tell if someone was lying but could detect abnormal physiological responses.
The conclusion was the man told the truth.
He had never seen the “stitched scar.”
[Disappointing...]
[That old schemer, Sukuna, wouldn’t let himself be uncovered so easily.]
[He’s always cautious—any contact number given to Koyuki is untraceable.]
[Afraid of dying, huh?]
[Wait, that old man with the goatee in the corner looks suspicious. The production team even gave him a close-up shot. Definitely something off! Gojo, look!]
Gojo had already noticed.
Under the Six Eyes, there was no blind spot.
He stood, took a long stride, and reached the man in a few steps. Though the man tried to remain calm, his micro-expressions betrayed him.
Gojo said, “Speak.”
“G-Gojo, I didn’t...”
“I won’t repeat myself.” The white-haired teacher raised his leg and pressed the black leather shoe he wore as a special grade instructor firmly against the man’s chest.
With force, he pressed down!
Crack—
The crisp sound of ribs breaking.
The goateed man’s face twisted in pain, struggling in vain.
If you won’t talk, then just die.
[Hahaha!]
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[The expressions of the old oranges—I took screenshots. Whenever I’m unhappy, I’ll pull them out for a laugh.]
[Shoes, haha, step on me...]
Gojo showed no amusement. Increasing the pressure, he spoke softly, “I’ve seen your cursed energy flow—Red Blood Manipulation Technique, oh, that’s Kamo.”
The man trembled.
Gojo bent down, voice light, “Perfect timing. The Gojo family... has no intention of sharing the title of one of the Three Great Clans with a fallen yet ambitious Kamo anymore...”
“N-no!”
The man seemed to catch the subtext: if Kamo was to be removed from the Three Great Clans, it could be either voluntary or by Gojo leveling the entire Kamo family!
Erasing them was also a form of “expulsion.”
He knew well that Gojo’s words were not threats but statements of fact.
Previously, he had relied on his high-ranking status, looking down on others, even believing Gojo was controllable and obedient. He had completely forgotten that this was—
Satoru Gojo.
The Six Eyes Divine Child who had shattered the centuries-old balance of the sorcery world since birth.
Recklessness was his true nature.
The goateed man was terrified and quickly confessed, “I know the cursed sorcerer with the stitched scar on his head, but he’s already dead!”
“He’s in the Kamo family genealogy!”
Gojo’s brow twitched, “Genealogy?”
Generally, genealogies are divided into two parts:
One, recording only deceased family members;
Two, recording living family members regardless of life or death, including their appearance, ancestors, achievements, principal wives, and detailed family information.
The goateed man said, “He’s that... stain on the Kamo family—the Kamo Noritoshi!”
Over a hundred years ago, Kamo Noritoshi forced human women to merge with cursed spirits and mixed his own blood in them, birthing nine cursed fetuses.
This was utterly evil...
The sorcery world was in uproar!
In the following decades, the Kamo surname was universally condemned. Even the recent generations’ lack of talent was the consequence of that man’s deeds—
Because of his evil acts, no sorcery family dared to intermarry with Kamo. Poor parental talent naturally meant the next generation lacked aptitude.
It could be said that the decline of the Kamo family was inseparable from Kamo Noritoshi.
Anyone bearing the Kamo name hated him deeply.
On the other side.
Hearing the goateed man’s uncontrollable curses against the “stain” Kamo Noritoshi, a vision suddenly appeared before Gojo—
It was from ten years ago.
He, Jye, and Amatsu, along with the cursed bindings, fought a life-defining battle at Kousei Palace.
Though these two events occurred in different spaces and times, they seemed unrelated on the surface—
But Gojo made a connection.
...It was intuition.
At that moment, a middle-aged man abruptly spoke, “Kamo Noritoshi has been dead for a century. Think about it—it couldn’t have been him causing trouble.”
“But as far as I know, there really is a cursed sorcerer with a stitched scar on his head in the Zenin family!”
An elder surnamed Zenin glared angrily, “Hanakyoin, how dare you speak nonsense?!”
They all knew Gojo would not let this go easily. If Zenin were implicated now...
...wouldn’t it be tantamount to courting death?!
The man sneered, “Heh.” Then clearly stated a name, “Zenin Chi, the third illegitimate grandson of the Zenin elder line!”
“My son met him recently and saw clearly—he has that stitched scar on his head!”
He named names.
Gojo said nothing but looked over.
The Zenin elder dared not meet his gaze, cold sweat dripping, “B-but Zenin Chi died of a sudden illness and was already buried!”
Zenin hinted to his supporters in the Directorate, who immediately tried to drag others down: “Shinjima family... don’t they also have a daughter with a stitched scar?!”
The scene fell silent.
Shinjima said, “Fujiwara, are you clean?”
“Don’t you remember last month when the assistant supervisor who came to deliver a message also had that characteristic?”
Shinjima’s in-law sneered, “Just an assistant supervisor, and appointed by the Directorate! Not like you, Shinjima, a branch family descendant...”
“Masakiyo, don’t slander without proof!”
“You’re just nervous! There are cameras in my corridor. You can’t deny it!”
“...You?!”
Most members of the Directorate were men who had previously looked down on street brawls due to their status, but now their behavior was even more intense.
—They argued shamelessly, faces red and throats hoarse, itching to come to blows.
Perhaps someone had started it; the alliance of higher-ups gathered by interest instantly collapsed, with members from different families attacking each other.
[Truly ugly.]
[Every single member of the Directorate claims to have seen the cursed sorcerer with the stitched scar, except one or two. Ridiculous and chilling...]
[To what extent has Sukuna infiltrated the higher-ups?]
—To what extent has he infiltrated the higher-ups?
At this moment, Gojo thought in unison with the barrage of comments.
Elsewhere.
At the Gojo residence.
The Special Grade Cursed Spirit that had thrown the Gojo family into chaos had fled, and the Gojo elder had disbanded the guard. He had to deal with the aftermath.
“Father!” A hurried voice called out from afar, stopping the Gojo elder.
It was Tetsuji Gojo, the elder’s illegitimate son.
Seeing him disheveled, the elder furrowed his brow and imposed his stern authority, “Why are you so panicked? What happened?”
That boy...
Once unruly, he had recently changed, becoming steadier and handling several entrusted tasks well, earning some praise.
But after a few days, he reverted to his old self.
The Gojo elder grew impatient, busy as he was: “Go back to your quarters...”
“Father, I just thought—”
Tetsuji’s fingers moved slightly as he thought of the phone hidden in his sleeve, “This attack might be related to that mysterious shikigami-wielding youth!”
He studied his father’s expression. “You know... how rare Special Grade Cursed Spirits are?”
“Among those registered, there are Tamamo-no-Mae, Haku-Okami... such beings have existed for a long time. Even if exorcised, they can be reborn.”
Tetsuji recalled the message’s content, “But that youth can summon a Special Grade Spirit never before recorded, and it’s extremely ferocious!”
“The more I think about it, the more I feel—”
“That pale, handsome humanoid cursed spirit and the blue-haired spirit that slaughtered the guards today... could they be ‘from the same master’?!”
Tetsuji spoke more fluently, “You see, because of that person, the school had to rebuild, the Gojo family took him in, and soon after, trouble struck the Gojo family. What if this was all his scheme?”
“The Gojo family is his true target!”
The Gojo elder was silent.
After a long pause, he spoke without anger or pleasure, “In your opinion, what should be done?”
Tetsuji was instantly delighted, “Naturally, judgment!”
“I know he’s immortal, but if we use iron chains with seals, threading them through that youth’s collarbone to lock him in a dungeon—”
“Even if he can self-heal, he won’t break free and will become a prisoner!”
After speaking, Tetsuji’s face brimmed with pride, unable to hide his satisfaction at the “truth” he deduced and the perfect solution he imagined.
That netizen named [Fantasy] was truly his lucky star.
Since Tetsuji had accidentally added him as a friend, he had gained a strategist akin to Zhuge Liang.
Following his advice several times before had even made his father look at him differently.
And this time, following his suggestion again, he thought... he could shine before his father once more!