Jujutsu Kaisen — Chapter 50 - Iron-Blooded Reckoning — Jujutsu Headquarters Reduced to a Slaughterhouse
Beneath Kyoto, the Jujutsu Headquarters core conference room.
The mahogany table was buried under scattered documents and spilled tea. The elders who had sat high and mighty just hours ago were soaked in sweat now, their faces the color of ash.
"Cut the network! Have the Barrier squad sever every signal between the school and the outside world, now!" The bald elder at the head of the table slammed his fists down, spittle flying. "Move!"
A staffer in a suit burst through the door, face ghostly pale, voice shaking. "Th-there's no time! The Gojo Clan is refusing our dedicated line! They invoked highest-level emergency authority — the recording... the recording has already synced to the terminal devices of every registered sorcerer!"
"Useless!" The elder's palm cracked across the staffer's face and sent him sprawling. Blood welled instantly from the corner of his mouth.
"Issue a statement! Issue one now!" The elder's eyes were bloodshot, a beast backed into a corner, howling hysterically. "Say the audio is fabricated! That it's a fake file synthesized by that traitor Suguru Geto using cursed techniques to clear his own name! Go!"
He spun toward the shadows in the corner and roared. "Activate the defensive array on the Special Grade Cursed Tool 'Yata Mirror'! Pull every direct execution squad to headquarters for a last stand! Now!"
BOOM—,!
A deafening concussion.
The defensive barrier, the one said to withstand a full-force strike from a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, burst apart like it had taken a battering ram point-blank.
The staffer still crumpled on the floor never got the chance to scream. A door fragment linked to the Barrier sheared off his entire upper body.
The dust settled.
Two figures walked in through the rubble and the gore.
Satoru Gojo had one hand in his pocket. His striking white hair drifted without any wind, stirred by the churning Cursed Energy around him.
Those pale blue Six Eyes held not a single trace of emotion.
Beside him, Toji Fushiguro rolled his neck slowly. His cervical vertebrae cracked in a long, crisp sequence.
"Yo, old bastards. Looks like last time's taijutsu lesson wasn't passionate enough." He smiled. "This session... is the corporal punishment lesson."
"No need to call the executioners." Satoru Gojo's voice was ice-cold, each word hanging in the dead silence of the conference room. "We came to settle accounts ourselves."
Heavy footsteps echoed from the side corridor.
Kyoto school principal Yoshinobu Gakuganji stepped into the shattered doorway, clutching his signature electric guitar, and blocked the way.
His graying brows were drawn tight. His long beard trembled with every ragged breath.
"Satoru Gojo. Toji Fushiguro. Stop." Gakuganji's voice was hoarse and heavy. "If Jujutsu Headquarters is annihilated today, the entire operational system of the Jujutsu World collapses. Everything descends into chaos."
His gaunt fingers plucked a single string.
TWANG!
A probing soundwave rippled through the air.
"For the greater good — stand down."
Satoru Gojo didn't even bother turning his head.
The Limitless activated at full power instantly.
The air around them turned to mercury. Dense, crushing, impossible to breathe through.
Toji Fushiguro took one step forward.
BOOM!
No Cursed Energy. No energy fluctuations at all.
Just pure, concentrated physical pressure, condensed to its absolute limit, descending like an invisible mountain range had materialized in the room.
Every muscle and bone in Gakuganji's body screamed and locked up on instinct. Something massive and ice-cold seized his heart and squeezed.
His throat went dry. The fingers clutching his guitar trembled.
The Satoru Gojo standing before him was no longer that arrogant student who would at least abide by the bare minimum of rules.
And this Toji Fushiguro was something else entirely. An ancient beast of prey that had shattered every chain holding it.
He had absolutely no doubt. One more word. One more step forward. His old life would end right here.
"Three seconds." Toji Fushiguro's pure black eyes locked onto him. "Don't move, and you can die with these old bastards."
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The greater good.
The greater good couldn't protect people whose rot had already eaten through to the marrow.
Gakuganji's fingers lifted slowly from the guitar strings.
He closed his eyes in anguish. With every ounce of strength he had left, he turned sideways and pressed his back flat against the cold wall.
He yielded the corridor. Every inch of it.
Satoru Gojo stepped forward and crossed the threshold into the conference room that had decided the fates of countless sorcerers.
"Stop them! Stop them now!" The bald elder watched Gakuganji step aside and let out a shriek of pure desperation, scrambling backward on all fours.
SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!
Over a dozen guards concealed in the ceiling and the wall shadows dropped all at once, silent as ghosts.
Blades flashed. Cursed Energy of every color flickered and blazed, weaving into a net of death across the room.
Satoru Gojo didn't break stride.
He raised his right hand casually, index and middle fingers pressed together, aimed at the air above him.
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."
An enormous gravitational field erupted into existence, invisible and absolute, in the air above the conference room.
The dozen agile executioners had barely left the ground before something irresistible seized their bodies and yanked them toward the center.
SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH.
Bones compressed and twisted into spirals. Internal organs ruptured into pulp. A series of gut-deep, muffled crunches filled the room as blood detonated in the air, bloom after bloom of mournful red mist.
Mangled corpses dropped to the floor one after another, piling up like dumped refuse.
At the exact same moment, Toji moved.
His foot drove into the massive circular table in front of him.
CRASH!
The multi-ton marble conference table launched into the air like a thrown slab of stone and slammed directly into the cluster of elders.
The old crone who had been shrieking for Toji's arrest seconds ago didn't even manage a gasp. The table came down and crushed both her legs into paste.
"AAAAAAAGH,!" She screamed like a dying animal. Her status-symbol cane spun away into the far corner.
Toji walked up to her slowly. He looked down at the old woman writhing on the floor.
"You hid down here in your basement, sipping tea, deciding who lives and who dies with a flick of your tongue." His voice was unhurried. "Did you ever stop to wonder if this day might come?"
The old crone's face was smeared with blood and tears. She scrabbled backward in terror, shrieking without sense or words.
"Toji Fushiguro! You came from the Three Great Families too! If you dare touch us, the Zenin Clan will put a bounty on your head! You piece of tras, "
Toji smiled. Slow, wide, every tooth showing white.
He lifted his right foot and planted it precisely on the old crone's head.
Applied a little pressure.
Splat.
A ripe watermelon, stomped flat.
The screaming stopped.
"The Zenin Clan?" Toji wiped the blood and brain matter from his sole onto the old crone's expensive kimono, his face blank. "What the hell is that?"
At the far end of the conference room, the bald elder had his back to the wall. Nowhere left to go.
He was drenched in sweat, both hands flailing in front of him in one last desperate bid. "Satoru Gojo! You cannot touch me! I am a core elder of the Kamo Clan! Kill me and you are declaring war on the entire Jujutsu World!"
Satoru Gojo walked toward him.
One step at a time.
Those pale blue eyes reflected the elder's face with perfect clarity, hideous and twisted, streaked with snot and tears.
"Oh? So the order on that recording was yours."
Satoru Gojo's hand shot out. He grabbed the elder by the throat and lifted him off the ground like a chicken.
The elder's legs kicked at nothing. His face swelled from red to purple, oxygen-starved.
"117 lives." Satoru Gojo's voice dropped to something barely above a murmur. It was the most terrifying thing in the room. "You pushed Suguru down a crooked path. You forced him to carry the black mark of a village massacre. All of it, for your pathetic, laughable authority."
"I... I did it for... the Jujutsu World's... rules..." The elder clawed the words out of his collapsing throat.
"Fuck your rules."
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