For This Moment On, The Plot Has Taken A Turn.

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Inside a dimly lit diner, Suguru Geto sat at a booth, a calm and calculating demeanor contrasting sharply with the chaos outside. Across from him, Jogo, a cursed spirit with a single glaring eye, voiced his thoughts with an air of disdain. "Curses are the truest form of humanity," Jogo asserted, his tone dripping with contempt for the "fakes" that were humans. "They should be eliminated. The world needs to be purified."

Suguru leaned back, his expression thoughtful but determined. "It's not just about purifying the world, Jogo. It's about winning the war against the jujutsu sorcerers. The key to that victory lies in immobilizing Satoru Gojo and aligning ourselves with Ryomen Sukuna."

Jogo's eye narrowed, skepticism apparent in his gaze. "But Yuji Itadori is dead. The vessel we were counting on for Sukuna's return is no longer a concern."

Suguru's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. "I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss him. The situation is more fluid than you might think. If there's a chance that Yuji might still be alive or that Sukuna might have another plan, we need to be prepared."

Jogo grumbled but kept his thoughts to himself. The prospect of an alliance with Sukuna and the plan to neutralize Gojo held more weight in their conversation than the fate of a single vessel. Suguru's confidence and calculated approach seemed to overshadow the uncertainty surrounding Yuji's demise.

...

In the quiet confines of his office at Jujutsu Tech High School, Satoru Gojo leaned back in his chair, his usual relaxed demeanor giving way to a rare moment of introspection. Across from him sat Kiyotaka Ijichi, his ever-reliable colleague, who listened attentively as Satoru shared his thoughts.

Satoru's voice took on a serious tone. "You know, Kiyotaka, I've been thinking a lot about the state of the jujutsu world. The higher-ups are nothing more than scum. They sit in their ivory towers, making decisions that affect us all, doing it all for...profit, it's disgusting."

Ijichi nodded, understanding the gravity of Satoru's sentiments. "And what do you plan to do about it?"

"I'm not cut out for teaching," Satoru admitted, his gaze fixed on a spot in the distance. "My talents are better utilized elsewhere. If I want to make a real difference and rebuild this jujutsu world into something better, I need strong allies. I believe all our students have the potential to become powerful jujutsu sorcerers one day. Especially the upperclassmen like Hakari and Okkotsu."

As the conversation shifted to strategy and plans, Doctor Shoko Ieiri entered the room, preparing for her task. Her focus was on Yuji Itadori's body, which lay still, seemingly lifeless. However, just as Shoko was about to begin her work, Yuji snapped back to life mumbling, "condense...cursed energy, black flash...hmm? Oh, hey everyone." He was very much alive, much to everyone's surprise.

Satoru's eyes lit up with a mix of relief and amusement as he welcomed his young protégé back. "Well, look who's awake," Satoru said with a grin. He then turned to Shoko, his tone serious. "Keep him listed as deceased in the report. I don't want the higher-ups coming after him again. I plan to train Yuji for the Kyoto Goodwill Event. He's not going to be in hiding forever; he deserves to live his life to the fullest."

Smoking another cigarette, Shoko sighed, "Sure, but I was hoping to dissect him..."

...

Elsewhere, in a dark and dimly lit room, Suguru Geto—now known as Pseudo-Geto—sat with Jogo and other cursed spirits. The air was thick with tension and a palpable sense of menace. Suguru, with his usual calm but dangerous demeanor, discussed their most formidable adversary: Satoru Gojo.

"Even if we work together," Suguru said, his tone grave, "we cannot defeat Satoru Gojo. His strength is unparalleled. We need to consider a different approach. The key to overcoming him lies in trapping him using a special-grade cursed object. Something like the Prison Realm."

Jogo's single eye glowed with intense focus. "And you think this will work?"

Suguru nodded. "Yes, the Prison Realm is one of the few things that could contain Gojo. If we can secure it and use it to trap him, we might finally have a chance to tip the scales in our favor."

As the cursed spirits contemplated their next move, the gravity of their situation became increasingly clear. The fight between curses and jujutsu sorcerers was far from over, and both sides were preparing for the inevitable clash.

Jogo, with his fiery enthusiasm, was thrilled to learn about the Prison Realm. His excitement was palpable, causing the temperature in the room to rise sharply. "So, you have the Prison Realm?" Jogo's tone was both eager and dangerous.

Pseudo-Geto, with a hint of amusement, cautioned Jogo. "Calm down. The room's heating up, and I'm not in the mood for dealing with unnecessary commotion."

Despite Geto's attempt to keep things under control, the oppressive aura emanating from him was felt even by the staff. One of the waiters, sensing an overwhelming and primal fear, decided to leave the restaurant, unable to tolerate the growing sense of dread. His departure only added to the tension.

The situation escalated quickly as Jogo's volcanic temperament led him to incinerate the remaining humans in the building. The heat was now unbearable, and it unintentionally resulted in the death of the restaurant manager, which irritated Geto further.

Jogo, still riding high on his confidence, turned to Geto. "How do you rate my strength compared to Sukuna's fingers?"

Geto, assessing the situation with a measured tone, responded, "You're about an eight or nine on the scale." This rating boosted Jogo's ego, further fueling his arrogance.

Jogo's head swelled with pride. "If I take down Satoru Gojo myself, will I get the Prison Realm as a reward?"

Pseudo-Geto considered Jogo's proposition. "It's possible. But remember, Gojo is no ordinary opponent. We need to be strategic."

Jogo, brimming with self-assurance, was ready to take on the challenge, his volcanic rage barely contained.

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n a somber moment outside the chaotic realm of curses, Megumi Fushiguro visited Tadashi's mother to offer his condolences. He stood at the doorstep of her modest home, carrying the weight of the recent tragedy.

Tadashi's mother, grief-stricken and filled with sorrow, listened as Megumi spoke. "I wasn't sure about saving the inmates at first," Megumi admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "My friends felt otherwise, but we couldn't recover Tadashi's body."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out Tadashi's nametag, holding it out to her. "I'm sorry we couldn't save him. Here's his nametag. It's all we have left."

Megumi bowed deeply, his apology sincere and filled with remorse. Tadashi's mother accepted the nametag with trembling hands, her eyes filled with tears. Megumi's heartfelt gesture was a small consolation amid her overwhelming grief.