Jujutsu Kaisen: Unlock The Eight Secret Arts at the Start

but.

Yingyi also did not notice that the old man sitting on the tatami was holding tea.

His eyes were like wild beasts, staring closely at his back, as if culling out at any time, tearing the prey to pieces.

However, until Ying Yi completely disappeared from the room, the old man did not take action.

Just sitting quietly on the tatami, her eyes squinted, the tea floating on the table, and the room is beautiful.

Vaguely, thousands of mountains and birds rang.

Click!

The old man put the teacup heavily on the table.

There was a muffled noise.

Muttered to himself.

"Alright, yes, a good knife always needs a sharpening stone. Before the conference begins, get stronger, Zenin Ryuichi, you have noble blood on your body, don't let me down."

....

Fuso, Tokyo.

As the center of the entire Fuso country.

Almost half of the population has gathered, making this small city even more crowded.

In this golden city, some people tried their best and could not get even a square foot of land in their entire life.

Under such high pressure, countless negative emotions were naturally born.

And the birth of Cursed Spirit broke ground from these countless negative emotions.

The denser the population, the higher and stronger the quality of Cursed Spirit.

Throughout Tokyo, there are no fewer than 30 registered special-class Cursed Spirits, and countless unregistered special-class spirits.

It can be said that the people of Tokyo dance on the tip of a knife every day, and if there is only one super violent, then these poor guys will join hands and become the food of the Cursed Spirit.

For Cursed Spirit, ordinary humans are simply too fragile and small, and they can make them worse than dead without exerting force.

If those guys who claim to be Jujutsu teachers, they would have destroyed everything and become the real masters of the world.

but.

Because of the existence of those guys, the Cursed Spirit had to hide in the darkness and linger, just because the three mountains-like names in the center of Tokyo are deeply pressed on all the Cursed Spirits, no! Even the Curse masters, who do no evil, shivered under the three names, and did not dare to touch their edge.

Originally, there was a delicate balance between Cursed Spirit, Curse and Jujutsu, which lasted for hundreds of years.

But with the birth of the monster of the Gojo family among the three families of Yu.

Everything has been changed.

When he was born, the balance of the world was broken by him alone.

The Curse masters are dormant in the darkness, and the advanced Cursed Spirit with wisdom is hidden in a deeper gloom.

And at the moment.

This man, who can affect the entire Jujutsu world with every move, stands under a towering old tree.

Around, countless wind chimes rang sweetly.

The old trees are surrounded by slender red threads. The red threads are like blood, with a bit of weirdness and a bit of peace. This sense of contradiction continues to surround the old tree.

From nothing to nothing, and from nothing to nothing.

Sometimes the red line appears, sometimes dissipates.

With the sound of the wind chimes, it kept changing in front of Gojo Satoru's eyes.

Gojo Satoru sat on the ground, eating the latest version of the cake.

Looking at everything in front of me with interest.

He didn't wear sunglasses, the pair of eyes on the sky, like a pool of dark blue lakes, constantly reflecting everything on the ancient trees, in his eyes, it seemed like countless stars flowed.

"What did you see~"

The old voice remembered from the ancient tree. A short old man sat cross-legged on the root of the ancient tree. The wrinkles on his face were like annual rings, entwined one upon another, and there were countless mottled age spots on his face.

He opened his eyes, but in his eyes, there were no eyes, only a deep void.

Obviously both eyes were gouged out, but for some reason, Gojo still felt that countless pairs of eyes were watching his every move. This weird feeling came from the old man who seemed to be close to decay.

"I saw it, infinite."

Gojo Satoru casually threw the pastry into his mouth, with his hands supporting the ground behind him, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, looking at the ancient wood in front of him, as if watching an extraordinary performance. In the eyes of heaven, everything was seen by him. So thorough.

Is the person who sees through everything the strongest person, and the most boring person.

Hearing Gojo Satoru's answer, the old man nodded in satisfaction, with a smile on his face.

Faced with the best genius of the Gojo family for thousands of years, and mastering the "six-eyed" Gojo Satoru who has only appeared twice in the entire generations, even if he is picky as an old man, he can't help but feel a bit proud.

"Very well, Wu, you are the next person in charge of the family. This warship that has been sailing in the torrent of history for thousands of years, you will be the only helm. Your talent and strength will bring you The Gojo's family will move towards glory."

"Grandpa, it's good to be happy. To be honest, I have no interest in running the family." Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

If other children talked to the old man like this, the family law would have served him a long time ago.

But in the face of Gojo Satoru, the old man ignored his frivolous attitude and continued to speak for himself.

"Xiao Wu, the Kamo family has proposed to reopen the prince test. The Zenin family has agreed to it. I want to know your attitude, because if you want to do it, this competition will be a well-deserved crush.".

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