Jujutsu Kaisen: Above the Throne

A magician from thousands of years ago.

The future plans and purposes of Naohua and the Zen Academy are not yet fully understood.

She needs to discuss it with another monster in the high school who has lived for a thousand years before deciding on the next course of action.

If there were any other way to prevent the destruction of the world and prevent the war between countries from starting.

Ninety-nine will not even appear in front of the Zen Academy in the future.

...

He looked overwhelmed and even on the verge of mental breakdown.

Nanami did not say anything to comfort her, but instead said seriously: "Kuzhi-kun, you have to understand."

"Everything that happened in Shibuya and everything that's going to happen next."

"This is no longer just a battle, it's a war."

"The war that determines whether the profession of magician can still exist and whether Japan as a country can be stable."

“Right and wrong don’t matter, hate does too.”

Nanami stepped forward and patted Hu Zhi on the shoulder, "Even if you stop and curl up, time will not wait for you."

"Even if you are defeated by weakness and helplessness, you must grit your teeth and move forward."

"Spellcasters often force their companions to sacrifice their lives for others, so I think spellcasters are a piece of shit!"

"But if you choose to embark on this path, then you should accept this life tainted by shit!"

It is precisely because Nanami recognized Knotweed as a companion that she said so much.

The magician from thousands of years ago has been resurrected, the mysterious magician who controls Xia Youjie's body, and the terrifying future of the Zen Academy.

Now that the high school camp has lost Gojo Satoru...

Like a lonely boat floating on a stormy sea, there is always the danger of being destroyed.

The current situation, anger, impulsiveness, resentment, cannot help in the slightest.

Only by keeping calm at all times can you have a little more hope of living.

"If you don't even know why you are fighting, then you don't have to go to the battlefield anymore."

"I will send someone to lock you up in the High School until this is over."

Noctua pushed up the sunglasses on his face and looked at the knotweed with a serious face: "There is no such thing as a death without regrets for a magician..."

"But at least you have to understand why you died."

"Get out of here and let him think it over alone."

...

Leyan Temple had not yet received the instructions to kill the noctuids.

Yigu also did not receive the order from the top to execute the tiger stick.

Bai Jue's high-efficiency movements can be considered as indirectly changing a lot of the plot.

Under the first ray of sunshine in the morning, Bai Jue returned to the Panxing Sect branch in Shinjuku with a relieved look on his face.

"Yo, Future Boy."

Entering the hall on the underground floor, Bai Jue said hello to the future.

Then he jumped up and jumped into the bath pool where the blood of the cursed spirit gathered with a "plop".

Bai Jue quite likes this numbing pleasure that cleanses the soul.

"How about it? I just want to ask you, Master Jue, whether he is efficient or not?"

"With just such a group of old guys, Master Jue doesn't need two more days."

"It took more than four hours of traveling back and forth, and it only took two minutes to destroy that group of rubbish masters."

The future shook his head speechlessly and did not respond for a long time.

This guy really didn't know why he gave him two days and why he was allowed to go on his own.

When Naohua arranges the boundary, he also needs to adjust the corresponding rituals.

In the future, Bai Jue will be allowed to move freely on his own, but he just doesn't want to hear him whispering in his ears.

"Now that you are back, just go on the mission with the Zhibi people."

"Puff puff!"

Bai Jue's dog crawling technique splashed up handfuls of the cursed spirit's minced meat and blood.

"No wonder I didn't see the old man or the Zen Master when I came in."

"Okay, Mr. Jue will take a dip for ten minutes and then set off."

The people of Zhibi, Chanyuan Shou, including the few remaining official members of [Bing].

As early as one day before the Shibuya Incident, he had been sent out by the Zen Academy in the future.

Ten minutes later, Bai Jue climbed out of the bathtub still unfinished.

"Let's go, Mr. Jue will go on an inspection trip with you."

When he reached the future, Bai Jue held his head high and clasped his hands behind his back, showing off his leadership style.

The future was too lazy to talk nonsense and waved his hand to summon a void tunnel.

"Tap, step..."

A long period of about a minute or so of nothingness.

Looking at the magnificent building that he had never seen before, Bai Jue's eyes flashed: "Where is this?"

The orange-yellow afternoon sun is warm, and there is a thirteen-hour time difference with Japan.

Future responded calmly.

"White House."

...

November 1st, 10pm.

Noctua led the crowd to the magic college where the ruins were stacked.

Every time he passed a shrine torii gate that was mostly destroyed, Noctua would step forward and release his magical aura.

Until door one hundred and eight.

After the seemingly ordinary wooden door sensed the breath of the night moth, the scene inside the door began to become blurred and distorted.

Noctua didn't hesitate and stepped in.

Following closely behind him, Kujiu, Nanami, Maki, Panda, Inumaki, Kugisaki, Fushiguro and others stepped in one by one.

Finally, there is the swollen appearance, and the change in the eyes of Japanese knotweed Yuhito.

Most of the magicians from Tokyo High School were there, and Miwa Kasumi and others from Kyoto Prefecture were taken back by the singer to join Rakugan Temple.

When everyone entered the door, what they saw was the endless tide of trees and the wooden vines that covered the outer walls of the palace.

Noctua did not stop and continued to lead everyone forward.

Zhang Xiang, who was walking next to Polygonum Weed, turned very ugly the moment he entered the Palace of the Stars!

Having never sensed the location of his brothers' corpses in the past, Zhang Xiang only thought it was because the level of the Tianyuan Barrier was too high.

But now that he has entered the barrier, he still can't feel it.

The dead body is not in the Death Star Palace?

Zhang Xiang glanced at the heavy-faced Knotweed, and finally said nothing more.

After passing through the long corridor, Noctua led everyone onto the elevator that led directly to the main hall of the Star Palace.

Eleven years ago.

The blood stains that Riko left in the main hall had not dissipated.

Kugisaki and the others just looked at it curiously and didn't ask any more questions.

...

Four compound eyes, no eyebrows and no ears.

The head looks like a thumbs up, and it is covered with a solid-colored robe similar to that of Buddhists.

It is said to be a human being, but its appearance is closer to that of a cursed spirit.

"The last descendant of the curse master, the mutated curse corpse, the heir of the Zen courtyard, the nine-phase figure receiving the flesh..."

"Also, Su Nuo's container."

"First meeting, welcome."

Kugisaki, Nanami, Ino, and Kusakabe who have no blood background.

It's not the first time we met Noctua, and...

"Why don't you say hello to me, Tianyuan."

He looked coldly at Tian Yuan who had his arms crossed.

Ninety-Nine put his hands on his hips with a disgusted expression.

Detected a fleeting killing intent.

Yi Gu, who was standing next to Tian Yuan, his face darkened slightly.

Chapter 103 Death and Migration

An inhuman body.

Jiujiu could still feel that there were several other weak voices in that old soul.

It is similar to the ninety-nine souls and has the same constitution.