Hibari Kyoya always gets what he wants.
Squalo let out a whistle and gave a wicked grin. "The brat has grown quite a bit, too. He's actually looking the part now."
Levi said with a cold face, "It can't even compare to a single hair on the boss's leg."
Bell: "So disgusting, who would want to know about a grown man's leg hair."
Levi angrily said, "How is the boss's leg hair disgusting? Everything about the boss is perfect."
Lusuria laughed with a "ohohoho": "Bell-chan, he's saying that you are the disgusting one."
Gokudera Hayato craned his neck and cursed, "The Tenth Generation is perfect, you tasteless thing!"
Levi was infuriated, the two bosses' die-hard fans began to fight.
Chapter 94: The Weak Jasuke is a Mafia Big Shot 1
Well then, there's no time to lose. Let's hurry to the third world; victory is just ahead of us.
After that voice spoke, before Sawada Tsunayoshi could even see everyone's reaction, he was teleported away again.
Inside the space, Mori Ogai had a cold smile on his face: "What a heroic campaign to save the future. Since the rest hasn't been released yet, I really want to see Dazai-kun giving it his all."
Dazai Osamu, who had been silent since the moment he saw Oda Sakunosuke's death, rolled his eyes, a smile curling his lips while his gaze turned terrifying. "Oh, can Mr. Mori imagine it? Surely you aren't so old that you've lost the ability to dream."
Hehe, Dazai-kun is quite humorous.
Likewise.
The atmosphere between the two was very wrong. Nakahara Chuuya looked toward where the Guardians were with hesitation, feeling as if a heavy stone were pressing down on his heart.
He was truly worried for Nakahara Chuuya, who had been saved from the very beginning. It was such a relief that a kind person was willing to save him, but now that the person had left, what would he do? Would he be afraid?
At this moment, he couldn't care less about Shirase and the others making sarcastic remarks about how lucky Nakahara Chuuya was, or how if the worlds merged and he could easily join a major power, he shouldn't forget his saviors.
Gojo Satoru suddenly straightened his back, his tone enthusiastic: "According to the order, it'll be our world next, right? I'm really looking forward to it."
I wonder if they belong to Old Orange's side or our side.
Geto Suguru smiled subtly. "Don't group us together; you and I are not on the same side."
Gojo Satoru waved his hand dismissively. "It was just a slip of the tongue. If you don't want to hear it, then just plug your ears."
Geto Suguru's forehead bulged with veins. "Can't you just shut up? Why do you want me to plug my ears?"
Gojo Satoru looked at him in surprise: "It's because you don't want to listen, not because I don't want to speak. Don't get them mixed up, okay?"
What a blatant distortion of the facts; he was as thick-skinned as ever.
Instead, Geto Suguru's expression turned cold and mocking. Indeed, so what if Sawada Tsunayoshi traveled through one world after another?
If that rotten world cannot be corrected, then it might as well be destroyed.
He thought with almost cold indifference.
After the World resets, some decent humans might still be born.
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If you were to ask which world within the World Consciousness that Sawada Tsunayoshi traveled through was the most outrageous, it would certainly be the last one.
The words spoken by the World Consciousness were nothing but murmurs and irregular, nonsensical gibberish; he couldn't understand a single word.
Sawada Tsunayoshi tried to get the other party to speak more slowly and clearly, but all he received in response was a heap of unspeakable nonsense.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, whose head was spinning from what he had been told: I've learned my lesson, please let me go.
In short, this World Consciousness was impossible to communicate with, but the mission still had to continue. When Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes for the first time in this world, he was met with a bunch of human faces that looked like a collection of pitch-black, strange symbols come to life.
Gojo Satoru is already out of control; we must find a way to restrain him. We can't let him continue to do whatever he pleases.
If Cursed Spirit manipulation cannot be kept under our control, it would be better to just destroy it; we cannot allow it to increase Gojo Satoru's strength any further. I heard that their relationship is very close.
And as for Reverse Cursed Technique Users, they must be captured and kept in our hands. Last time, I gave Yaga Masamichi some face, but letting those precious Reverse Cursed Technique Users roam free was truly the most foolish decision ever made.
It's decided. I'm sending you to sow discord between them. Make sure they never unite.
No matter what methods you use, it doesn't matter even if you kill people; only Ieiri Shoko is off-limits, everything else is fine.
“Sending just you isn't enough; we will also send others. You should use every means at your disposal.”
As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with a mountain of messages. Those wrinkled voices spoke evil words while bossily ordering him around, shouting about how they would teach someone a lesson.
To be honest, it really felt like a cult scene.
What kind of organization is this, anyway!
After listening to a bunch of mumbling, evil plans in a daze, Sawada Tsunayoshi was then led out by a middle-aged man who looked like he was nothing to mess with. The middle-aged man gave him a contemptuous smile: "Being able to take on a mission in front of the adults is a blessing you've earned through lifetimes of cultivation; remember to work hard."
We went to a lot of trouble to get you into this school, so cherish this opportunity. If you don't do a good job, hehe, you wouldn't want to know what we're capable of.
The middle-aged man also let out a flurry of words before walking away with his head held high.
He left.
No, did no one explain it to him?
The World Consciousness cannot communicate, neither can these people.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat down, the voices of the rings suddenly echoed from the depths of his heart. They said that this world was the last one, it was the one with the deepest level of destruction.
The operating logic of this world had gone wrong somewhere; it was a tangled mess, like a ball of yarn. Even the World Consciousness couldn't straighten it out, so the World Consciousness opened a backdoor for him.
The Guardians in the mental space can help him remotely, he can also leverage the power of the Guardians.
At the same time, Sawada Tsunayoshi's abilities were sealed; unless he encountered a critical situation, he was otherwise a weak non-combatant.
As for how the Guardians would provide remote assistance, that was beyond his scope of knowledge.
Setting those matters aside for now, Sawada Tsunayoshi would soon learn the worldview of this world and what kind of mission he would be tasked to carry out.
In a daze, he had been sent by a black car to a deep, ancient forest. After getting out of the car, Sawada Tsunayoshi leaned against the vehicle and took a deep breath of the fresh air, only to be immediately stunned by a grand and ancient wooden building.
This is a school!
So large, so luxurious, so well-hidden!
However, he immediately pulled back his shock; in fact, he had seen similar buildings before, he had even studied inside one.
It was just that the Port Mafia school was a European-style building, whereas this one was in an Asian style.
There is nothing to be surprised about. Put away that pathetic look of yours, otherwise Reborn will definitely hold a grudge and mock you.
Luckily, Reborn isn't here; thank goodness for transmigration.
Composing his expression, Sawada Tsunayoshi took a document and walked inside.
The large building was ridiculously empty; he walked for a while without seeing a single soul. It was like an abandoned school in a horror movie, hiding some kind of evil monster.
After walking a bit further, Tsunayoshi noticed that the ground had changed from being originally flat to becoming pitted and uneven, as if it had been stepped on by some massive creature, or perhaps bombed.
But isn't this Jujutsu High? Not every school is as disaster-prone as Namimori.
As he walked, he heard a loud rumbling sound, along with the arrogant laughter of humans.
Are they renovating inside?
The voice in Sawada Tsunayoshi's ear grew louder and louder. He turned the corner and finally saw the culprit responsible for the sound.
Two students who didn't look much like students at all.
To be more specific, a black-haired student was manipulating a large group of strange and bizarre unknown terrifying creatures to attack another white-haired student, who dodged them with ease while letting out cheerful laughter.
?
How strange, let me take another look.
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, in that single blink, the two young people engaged in a full-scale brawl had already fought their way right in front of him. Sawada Tsunayoshi instinctively wanted to use a flame attack, but there was no power in his hands to respond.
He then remembered that his ability had been sealed.
"Wait, wait, stop attacking, there are people here, aaaaah!" Seeing the attack drawing closer, Sawada Tsunayoshi scrambled toward the open ground in a panic. Behind him, a building let out a cracking sound as it collapsed, falling right into his path and burying him under a massive rock.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough." Having finally managed to crawl out from between the rocks, Sawada Tsunayoshi coughed out the dust and grit, his eyes welling with tears and his throat feeling itchy.
Two tall figures stood on either side, blocking the sun. A white-haired youth spoke up, "Wow, why are you so useless? You couldn't even dodge that? Can someone like you even be a new student? Actually, I never heard any news about new students arriving."
This person is so rude!
Sawada Tsunayoshi glared at him.
Another black-haired youth spoke with a smile, "Don't be so harsh, Satoru. Not everyone is as powerful as us; one needs to maintain a tolerant attitude toward the weak."
You aren't exactly a good person yourself, you're even worse!
Sawada Tsunayoshi shifted his target, glaring at the black-haired man.
The black-haired man noticed his angry gaze and couldn't help but give an apologetic smile, then he reached out his hand to pull Tsunayoshi from the ruins.
Are you a freshman, or a senior?
Sawada Tsunayoshi brushed the dust off his clothes, unsure of how to answer the question.
A piece of paper drifted down from the sky, landing between the white-haired youths. He took a casual glance at it and then said, "Geto, this guy isn't a student; he's a new teaching assistant."
The expression on Geto Suguru's face froze instantly.
As a middle school student who had entered a superhuman society from an ordinary one, he still maintained the behavioral habits of the outside world, which was to always have a sense of respect for teachers.
As for Gojo Satoru, he casually flicked the papers aside, looking completely indifferent. "Ah, I get it. You're someone sent by Old Orange, aren't you? Either you're here to kill us, or you want to recruit us."
He certainly knew how to say something shocking.
Tsk, tsk, why send such a weakling to carry out a mission? Are the Old Oranges running out of people?
Gojo Satoru looked down from his height, his eyes behind his sunglasses staring intently at Sawada Tsunayoshi. "Hey, answer me. What kind of special ability do you have that would make the Old Oranges send you here?"
Their first meeting was filled with tension. With a Gojo Satoru who disregarded all worldly rules, plus a Geto Suguru who possessed no moral bottom line, both men looked at him with hostility, an ominous feeling faintly drifted through the air.
Sawada Tsunayoshi chose to maintain a poker face.
Special abilities, oh, the ones he originally had are gone now.