In JJK With Naruto Powers-Chapter 152: Yaga’s Predicament

At this moment, Tsumiki was extremely terrified.

In the conversation just now, she heard the words Jujutsu High and a name called Kazuma.

As Megumi's elder sister, she knew something about Jujutsu.

Could these two people in front of her be the curse users her younger brother had mentioned?

But if they wanted to deal with Jujutsu High and the sorcerer named Kazuma, why would they capture her?

She had nothing to do with Jujutsu High—she was just Megumi's sister.

Wait! Megumi...

Thinking of this, Tsumiki's heart suddenly pounded.

Could it be that… they want to use her to harm Megumi?

Kenjaku showed a harmless smile and said, "Tsumiki-san, please cooperate with me. During this period, I will treat you like a distinguished guest."

Tsumiki's face turned pale as her mood shifted.

At this point, she had no choice but she couldn't just sit and wait for death.

Maybe she could learn more about their conspiracies and then find a way to spread the news

At night

A Forbidden Area of Jujutsu High

In a small cell sat a somewhat forlorn figure.

The outbreak of the Astral Plasma Vessel Incident and Geto's dark transformation had dealt Yaga a devastating blow.

During the Shibuya Incident, his beloved disciple Gojo had been sealed, making him look even older.

The cold cursed handcuffs weighed heavy on Yaga's heart.

Without Gojo's presence to intimidate them, the higher-ups, who had long coveted his Cursed Corpse Creation Technique, finally began to act.

Not long after the Shibuya Incident, they sentenced him to death on trumped-up charges.

He never told anyone about it. He knew their real motive and would never reveal the method of creating Cursed Corpses.

Everything was heading toward the worst possible outcome.

Outside the door, an old voice rang out.

"You are not the only one who can create a Cursed Corpse, but no one else can make one that can think independently."

"Not to mention, this Cursed Corpse can grow like a sorcerer. It would be more accurate to call it a 'living sorcerer' rather than a 'cursed corpse'!"

"Hand over the method, Yaga."

At this point, Gakuganji suddenly raised his voice.

"Don't tell me you really don't know how to make it?"

Only one response came from inside the cell.

"Yes, I don't know."

Hearing this, Gakuganji sighed.

"In terms of stubbornness, Gojo is nothing compared to you."

In his opinion, Yaga should never have exposed Panda to the world.

If he hadn't, the higher-ups wouldn't have been so jealous.

As the head of two schools, Gakuganji had always resented Yaga's brilliance, but deep down, he admired him.

The fact that Yaga had trained someone as powerful as Gojo proved that his teaching ability far surpassed Gakuganji's own.

If Gakuganji had been a higher-up, he wouldn't have coveted the Cursed Corpse-Creation Technique.

Instead, he would have studied Yaga's teaching philosophy.

He didn't want Yaga to die like this. But despite all his persuasion, there was no response.

Gakuganji narrowed his cloudy eyes, frowning.

Something's wrong.

Creak—

The door swung open.

Inside the narrow cell, there was nothing. Only the broken cursed handcuffs remained.

Gakuganji couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Yes… if you hadn't come here voluntarily, how could these handcuffs have held you?"

"But escaping like this… you've destroyed your own path completely."

In a Forest

A gust of night wind blew, rustling the fallen leaves.

Yaga sat alone on a wooden stump.

No one knew the forbidden areas of Jujutsu High better than him.

It hadn't taken much effort to escape from the heavily guarded prison.

This forest, protected by Tengen's barrier, was where his companions resided—he couldn't abandon them.

Before his death, this was something he had to do.

Beside him, a dog wearing a tie and a black suit called out softly.

"Yaga, what's wrong with you lately? You seem out of it. Everyone's worried."

"But I told them to find a way to cheer you up! What do you think? Am I a genius?"

Clearly, this was another independent Cursed Corpse created by Yaga—just like Panda.

It possessed human-like emotions.

Yaga forced a smile, stroking the dog's head lovingly.

"Takeru, I'll be away for a long time. Tell everyone not to worry."

"Huh? A business trip again? How long is 'a long time'?"

Takeru's eyes widened in surprise.

He looked at the man before him—the one who was like a father, with deep reluctance.

Yaga didn't answer directly. His voice, filled with exhaustion, was gentle.

"It's fine. This forest is under Master Tengen's protection. You'll be safe here."

"Even if I'm gone someday… nothing will happen to you."

As he gazed at the dark sky, Yaga's heart ached.

He spoke words of farewell in a calm tone. But his actions betrayed his true emotions.

After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but open the hut where his creations lived.

At the foot of a treehouse, a miniature wooden door creaked open, revealing a hidden world.

The Cursed Corpses he had painstakingly created filled his view.

They were small and varied in shape, but to Yaga, they were irreplaceable treasures.

"It's okay, father. We'll always be here, waiting for you… even if it's forever."

The speaker was a dog-like cursed creature, its big eyes brimming with tears.

From the conversation earlier, it had vaguely understood the true meaning of Yaga's words.

"Come on, Takeru. I have some free time today. I'll take you to meet your biological mother."

Meanwhile, at Jujutsu High

A restricted chamber stood sealed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Inside, Panda slammed his body against the walls with a ferocious expression.

He had already sensed that something was wrong. He wanted to find Yaga, but the higher-ups had imprisoned him.

Something must've happened to Yaga.

Just then, the stone door creaked open, and a blade flashed.

Panda stood still, staring at the broken iron chains in his hands. His eyes flickered with confusion as he looked up.

"Kusakabe… what are you doing?"

Kusakabe held a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth and slowly sheathed his sword.

"The higher-ups locked you up so you wouldn't rescue Yaga."

"Yaga once did me a favor. This is just me repaying my debt. That's the basic principle of being human."

He was a human being with a conscience first, and a sorcerer second.

Years ago, after his nephew had died unexpectedly, his sister—the boy's mother—was devastated by grief.

Unable to bear her pain, Kusakabe turned to Yaga.

That Cursed Corpse…

Was Takeru.

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