Jujutsu Kaisen: Shadow King.

Kanagawa Prefectural Satozakura High School.

The indoor stadium was converted into an award ceremony venue.

now.

Crowded.

The momentum is high.

The corner of the guild hall.

There were two boys and one girl who didn't fit in with the students around them.

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

"Are there? Someone who is full of hatred towards you or your mother, or a shady person who has money and free time."

"If so, do you want to try to kill him or them?" Future instigated.

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

"'I've simulated killing people in my mind thousands of times. I want to cut them into pieces and grind their bones to scatter ashes, but I don't dare,' right?" Future joked.

Yoshino Junpei remained 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 that allowed?"

Yoshino Junpei spoke louder and louder, and became more and more excited, and finally the students around him all cast curious glances at him.

Faced with this situation.

Yoshino Junpei was not panicked or afraid, but glared back fiercely. He never wanted to go back to being the timid and cowardly person he used to be!

"of course can."

Future in a wheelchair, supporting his face with one hand.

"Everything in the world of spells is permitted by me, undertaken by me, and carried by me."

"Junpei's anger is not a sin. Go ahead and do what you want. They are cursed creatures in human skin, a few maggots that are only fit to pupate on the ground."

"Mr. Zen..."

At this time.

The award ceremony has officially begun.

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

"Certificate of Merit - First Prize in the National Essay Contest "My Father, Captain of the Self-Defense Forces": Ito Shouta!"

"Certificate of Merit - First Prize in the National Essay Contest "My Mother, a Rich Man": Ito Shouta!"

"Certificate of Merit - National Essay Contest Special Prize "My General Grandpa": Ito Shouta!"

The words fell.

A boy with squinty eyes and a fake smile came up to the stage to receive the award.

offstage.

Most of the boys had awkward expressions, but they still clapped unwillingly.

after all.

The ultra-high-definition surveillance cameras in the hall have no blind spots and are 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.

Next to the podium.

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

Ito Shota turned around when he heard the voice, smiled and waved, and immediately gathered a wave of screams that shocked the whole audience: "Ah!!! He's looking over here!!!"

"Ah~ How embarrassing."

Ito Shota expressed his gratitude to the school principal who was presenting the award in person, but the principal had a bitter face and nodded in agreement, not daring to respond.

See this.

Ito Shota's smile widened.

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 was completely out of sight, the principal let out a long sigh and gave a speech: "I am very happy that a student of our school can receive such an honorary award."

“The hard work we put in everyday life has paid off.”

“I hope you can develop the habit of reading in your daily life…”

Meanwhile, the award-winning backstage.

After Ito Shota stood still, he mechanically squinted his smile towards the audience, and calmly took the four certificates rolled into paper sticks and patted the thigh of the curly-haired boy next to him who had a plaster on his forehead.

"Ugh!!" the curly-haired boy screamed in shock.

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

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

“S-Sorry, I thought what you meant was to win as many awards as possible, so…” The curly-haired boy was sweating and lowered his head.

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

"And then, you yourself are just barely qualified."

"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 seems to be okay, right?"

"babble--"

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

"P-Private Marseille!"

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

Taking in the curly-haired boy's flattering words, Ito Shota revealed a lustful smile on his face.

in the audience.

A seemingly bad boy suddenly sighed: "Shouta-senpai is still very handsome."

A girl next to him immediately agreed: "Yeah, yeah."

"Really?" Another girl rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "It's good that he's 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's that black thing outside the window?"

"what?"

"Where where?"

“Isn’t it just blue sky and white clouds?”

"Where is the black thing?"

Outside the guild hall.

On the rooftop of the teaching building next door.

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

The tent that stated “only people allowed in, no one allowed out” was lowered.

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

Inside the guild hall.

The moment the tent was lowered.

The students radiating outward from Mirai and Yoshino Junpei collapsed one after another, as if they were poisoned by some non-lethal toxin.

Seeing this strange situation.

Waicun, the only obese teacher who could move, was suddenly panicked. He leaned over to check the condition of a nearby student.

"oi!"

"What happen to you guys?"

"Cheer up! Are you okay?"

Yoshino Junpei pointed his finger and walked towards him.

Future, in a wheelchair, was pushed by Tiamat and followed silently behind him. At the same time, Jawdoro returned to Future silently.

There was a crackling sound of bones being dislocated. Yoshino Shunping said expressionlessly, "They won't die."

"Yoshino?!"

"Why?!"

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

"No, do you know what happened?!" Gaimura was sweating profusely, and at first glance it seemed as if all the fat in his body had seeped out of his skin.

"Sensai, look carefully." Yoshino Junpei lifted up his bangs that were so long that they covered his eyes. The half of his forehead that was covered was covered with scars from cigarette burns.

"Ugh—your injuries!"

"That is!"