Jujutsu Kaisen: Shadow King

Kanagawa Prefectural Satozakura High School.

An indoor stadium that was converted into an award ceremony hall.

At this moment.

Crowded.

Awesome.

In the corner of the hall.

There are two men and one woman who don't fit in with the students around them.

"There are many cursers who make money by cursing people. As long as there are ways and money, they can easily use curses to kill people."

"Are there any? People who hate you or your mother, or shady people who are rich and idle."

"If there are, do you want to try to kill him or them?" Mirai instigated.

"Mr. Zenin, stop joking, killing people..." Yoshino Junpei hesitated.

"'Killing people, I have simulated it in my mind thousands of times, I want to tear them into pieces and grind them into ashes, but I don't dare', right?" Mirai teased.

Yoshino Junpei was silent, and then did not comment:

"If I kill people, wouldn't I become the curse master that Mr. Zenin just mentioned? Is that really okay? Can I really kill them? Is this allowed?"

Yoshino Junpei spoke louder and louder, and became more and more excited. In the end, the students around him all cast curious eyes on him.

Faced with this situation.

Yoshino Junpei was not panicked or afraid, but glared back fiercely. He never wanted to become the cowardly self again!

"Of course."

Future in the wheelchair, one hand supporting the side of his face.

"Everything in the curse world is allowed by me, I will bear it, and I will bear it."

"Junpei's anger is not a sin, do it if you want to. They are cursed objects in human skin, a few maggots that are only worthy of cricket pupae on the ground."

"Mr. Zenin..."

At this time.

The award ceremony has officially begun.

"Certificate of Merit - Best Work Award in the National Book Review Essay Competition: Shota Ito!"

"Certificate of Merit - First Prize in the National Essay Competition "My Self-Defense Force Captain Father": Shota Ito!"

"Certificate of Merit - First Prize in the National Essay Competition "My Mother, a Chaebol": Shota Ito!"

"Certificate of Merit - Special Prize in the National Essay Competition "My General Grandfather": Shota Ito!"

The words fell.

A boy with squinting eyes and a fake smile came on stage to receive the award.

Offstage.

Most of the boys had a hard time keeping their expressions, but they were still reluctant and applauded continuously.

After all.

The ultra-high-definition surveillance cameras in the hall have no blind spots, all provided by the Ito Group.

When power reaches a certain level, all doubts will disappear.

Because.

All those who dared to question have disappeared.

On the side of the podium.

There was also a cheering group organized by the girls themselves: "One, two~ Shota-senpai!!!"

Ito Shota turned around and waved with a smile, and immediately collected a wave of screams that shocked the whole audience: "Ah!!! He's looking over here!!!"

"Ah~ I'm so embarrassed."

Ito Shota sighed to the principal of the school who was personally presenting the award, while the principal had a bitter face and was timid and didn't dare to answer.

Seeing this.

Ito Shota's smile became even wider.

After turning around and waving to the audience again, he walked backstage and stood in a row with other award-winning students.

After Ito Shota's figure was completely out of sight, the principal let out a long sigh and gave a speech: "I am very happy that students of our school can win such an honorable award."

"The hard work in daily life has paid off."

"I hope you can also develop the habit of reading in your daily life..."

At the same time, the award-winning backstage.

After Ito Shota stood still, he mechanically squinted his smiling face towards the audience, and calmly took the four certificates rolled into paper sticks and patted the thigh of the curly-haired boy with a plaster on his forehead.

"Ugh!!" The curly-haired boy was shocked.

Ito Shota looked straight ahead and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? Didn't I say to write casually? You actually won so many awards for me!"

"The most important thing is that you also wrote my parents and grandfather on it. Don't you want to live?" Ito Shota opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the curly-haired boy next to him.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I thought the senior meant to win as many awards as possible, so..." The curly-haired boy was sweating and lowered his head.

It seemed that the person standing next to him was not a student of the same age as him, but a death god in human skin.

"Then, you just barely made it."

"If you dare to guess my thoughts next time..." Ito Shouta paused, and a faint evil arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I remember your mother looks okay, right?"

"Eh——"

The curly-haired boy was shocked when he heard this,His back was soaked with cold sweat, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

"Private, private Marseille!"

"I will never dare to do it again next time! Please forgive me!"

Ito Shota's face showed a lustful smile after hearing the curly-haired boy's flattering words.

In the audience.

A seemingly bad boy suddenly sighed: "Sure enough, Shota-senpai."

A girl next to him immediately echoed: "Is that so?"

"Really?" Another girl rolled her eyes and said speechlessly: "He is a young master, but he feels a little scary. He seems to be the type who likes to bully girls until they cry..."

"Ah~ What is that black mass outside the window?"

"Ah?"

"Where?"

"Isn't it just blue sky and white clouds?"

"Where is there any black thing?"

Outside the hall.

On the rooftop of the teaching building next door.

【Born from darkness, from darkness to darkness, all filth and dirt are exorcised. 】

The "Only people are allowed to enter, no one is allowed to leave" tent was lowered.

The huge figure of Jidoro also disappeared at the same time.

Inside the hall.

The moment the tent was lowered.

The crowd of students radiating outward with Mirai and Yoshino Junpei as the center fell down one after another, as if they were poisoned by some non-lethal toxin.

Seeing this strange situation.

The only two fat teachers who could move were seen in the eyes. Sotomi was panicked. He leaned over to check the condition of a nearby student.

"Oi!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Cheer up! Are you okay?"

Yoshino Junpei turned his finger and walked towards him.

Mirai, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed by Tiamat and followed him silently. Jidoro returned to Mirai silently at the same time.

The crackling sound of bone dislocation was heard, and Yoshino Shunpei said expressionlessly: "They won't die."

"Yoshino?!"

"Why?!"

"Is the one in the wheelchair behind a mummy?!"

"No, do you know what happened?!" Sotomura was sweating profusely, and at first glance it seemed that all the fat on his body was seeping out of his skin.

"Sensai, look carefully." Yoshino Shunpei lifted up his bangs that covered his eyes, and the half of his forehead that was covered was full of scars from cigarette burns.

"Uh - your injuries!"

"That's!"