"If everything goes smoothly, the next principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High will definitely be Gojo Satoshi... if he’s willing to accept it."
Sekiguchi Seiji spoke quietly to Yaga Masamichi.
He didn’t hide who he had already chosen as his successor.
Originally, he thought that person would be Gojo Satoru, but now it was clear that Gojo Satoshi had a stronger presence and leadership temperament.
Yaga Masamichi didn’t object at all when he heard this.
Although Satoshi was still just a high school student, as long as he didn’t encounter any unexpected accidents, it was only natural for him to become the strongest in the Jujutsu world.
Even now, Yaga Masamichi still wasn’t sure if even Lord Tengen could match Satoshi.
If Satoshi were to become principal, then the new generation of Jujutsu sorcerers might finally be free from the oppression of the upper ranks.
"Principal, Gojo Satoshi must stay at Tokyo Jujutsu High. For the future of the Jujutsu world, and for the sake of strength itself, we must focus on him."
"Although Satoshi was already very mature years ago, he has spent the past nine years in a deep sleep. His life now is bound to feel disconnected from what the world has become."
"It’s our responsibility at the school to make sure his life on campus is fulfilling."
Sekiguchi Seiji nodded in agreement.
At this point, Gojo Satoshi was no longer just a student. He was destined to become the number one sorcerer. The fact that he destroyed Sukuna’s cursed remains had already placed him in a special position, whether he realized it or not.
No one would dare make things difficult for a sorcerer fated to become the strongest.
Satoru, Suguru, and Shōko had also personally witnessed the collision between two Zanpakutō—Sode no Shirayuki and Ryūjin Jakka.
The resulting power from the clash of the two was staggering.
If Ryūjin Jakka entered Bankai, how terrifying would its power become?
And if their own Zanpakutō reached Bankai, what would they look like then?
None of them knew. But right now, they all shared the same hope—to complete their Bankai as soon as possible.
The current gap between them and Gojo Satoshi was too wide. Without Bankai, they couldn’t even imagine how to narrow that distance.
Satoshi could destroy Sukuna’s cursed remnants. Did that mean he had already grasped the true essence of Bankai?
"Satoru, after our Zanpakutō reach Bankai, will they have the same power as Sode no Shirayuki or Ryūjin Jakka?"
Suguru’s expression was complicated. He had thought that after controlling hundreds of cursed spirits for nine years, he would be able to compete with Satoshi.
Now, it seemed that aside from Special Grade cursed spirits like Rainbow Dragon, even an entire army of cursed spirits wouldn’t last more than a few swings of Ryūjin Jakka or Hakugasaki.
Satoru shrugged and muttered, as his Six Eyes remained fixed on Satoshi and Ryūjin Jakka.
"I think we can forget about comparing ourselves to Ryūjin Jakka. At best, we’re just at the same level as its Shikai."
"You saw it too. Ryūjin Jakka’s Shikai is already equal to Sode no Shirayuki’s Bankai. Their levels are on completely different planes. I think our Zanpakutō are closer to Sode no Shirayuki’s tier."
Satoru stroked the hilt of Sode no Shirayuki at his waist and smiled wryly.
"Under Ryūjin Jakka, all Zanpakutō are equal. That goes for its enemies and allies alike."
Hearing Satoru’s conclusion, Suguru nodded silently.
Though he said nothing, he was thinking the same. After seeing Ryūjin Jakka’s power, it was hard to even feel like resisting.
And that was only its Shikai. If Ryūjin Jakka entered Bankai...
He didn’t doubt that it could incinerate Ryoumen Sukuna in a single swing.
But just as the two of them fell into silence, Shōko suddenly spoke up.
"The power of a Zanpakutō doesn’t rely only on raw might, right? Didn’t Satoshi say so before? Every Zanpakutō has a different role and function."
"Take Minazuki in my hand, for example. You can’t expect it to match others in terms of lethality. Even if Ryūjin Jakka is terrifying, how could it possibly outperform Minazuki in healing capabilities?"
Though Shōko had been equally stunned by Ryūjin Jakka, she wasn’t as discouraged as the two beside her.
They were too competitive, unlike her. Why bother competing with Satoshi? And even if they wanted to, why place all their hopes on their Zanpakutō?
Compared to them, Satoshi had been born with nothing—no natural Cursed Technique, no talent.
There had always been a gap between them. Satoshi might not have even been able to walk the same path as them.
Now, he had forged his own Zanpakutō through his own method. It was his exclusive Cursed Tool.
And the fact that he was willing to share the power of Zanpakutō with them—that was already a priceless gift.
After Shōko’s scolding, Satoru and Suguru fell into an even heavier silence. Neither could come up with anything to refute her words.
"Come on, Suguru. Think about it. If you keep believing your Zanpakutō is inferior, then maybe the real issue is your lack of trust in it. Isn’t that the true reason you’ve been unable to reach Bankai?"
Shōko’s words made both of them flinch.
Satoru was better off. He genuinely respected Senbonzakura and believed she was the perfect match for him.
Suguru, on the other hand, was different.
He had spent the past few years treating Hōzukimaru as just another tool, barely different from a regular weapon.
After all, with his Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique and his powerful spirits, he rarely needed to engage in direct combat...
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