An idea is a thought, concept, belief, or principle a person derives from interacting with the world around them.
Although Suguru Geto was only seventeen—a minor—within the Jujutsu World, a place where death is a constant companion, sorcerers had long since developed their own values. There was no such thing as "still just a kid."
Whether those values were healthy or not… that was another question entirely.
Take the Fushiguro child adopted by Satoru Gojo. He's only seven, yet Gojo often takes him along on missions to exorcise spirits. Of course, that kid isn't exactly what you'd call normal.
Sōjun Minamoto, on the other hand, considered himself a normal person—someone with a stable sense of right and wrong, grounded in a clear set of civic and personal values.
So when he first heard those two talking—
"Human Completion Plan?"
"Human Eradication Plan?"
—he suddenly felt a deeper, more visceral understanding of how utterly unhinged the Jujutsu World could be.
He had zero interest in saving the world.
He'd never felt any real sense of belonging here, nor did he have any expectations for the people around him. Most of them were bitter, gloomy, and full of negativity. What was there to care about?
He was just one of the masses—just lucky enough to have lived a second life. His only goal in coming here was to see what stood at the summit of jujutsu.
Like back in his previous life, when he first encountered swords and other cold weapons—what boy wouldn't be obsessed for days?
Now, with jujutsu, this form of supernatural power constantly evolving with new techniques and applications, he felt like he'd never run out of things to be excited about.
On the flip side, the idea of wiping out humanity or destroying the world had never once crossed his mind.
People who casually spouted lines like "I'm going to save the world," or "humanity has a fatal flaw that must be purged"—that was the peak of chuunibyou syndrome.
Sōjun Minamoto had no desire to grow old alongside them and look back fondly on the days of their middle-school cringe phase.
Still, they were some of the few people he called friends. He felt it was worth saying something.
So, using Yuki Tsukumo's philosophy as a starting point, he shared what he would do if it were him in her position.
He didn't expect either of them to buy into it. That wasn't the point. If it made sense, they could take it to heart. If not, then it could serve as a cautionary tale.
Yuki Tsukumo, already a veteran sorcerer, was calmly analyzing its feasibility, thinking about how to incorporate it into her own ideology—trying to shape a better plan.
Suguru Geto, on the other hand, didn't have any strong goals or direction. He was going through a rough patch, and at a crossroads in life. That made him vulnerable to influence.
First, Tsukumo's words had stirred him toward extremism. Then, Sōjun's words reeled him back slightly.
What he was truly thinking now—only he knew.
Sōjun Minamoto took a sip of tea. The bitterness hit hard at first, but as it lingered, a warm sweetness slowly blossomed on his tongue.
He liked that taste.
"If it were you, you could do it, right? If I had your kind of power..."
Suguru Geto's voice was soft, almost dreamlike. It was like he was speaking to Sōjun, and yet, also like he was simply talking to himself.
Sōjun Minamoto only spared him a glance.
The implication was clear. He still felt like he wasn't strong enough. He feared growing distant from his friends. He'd been shaken by recent events, his beliefs faltering. And with Cursed Spirits surging in numbers, mission pressure was at an all-time high.
It was inevitable—every year, there were always a few months like this.
Sōjun Minamoto let the thoughts go and turned his eyes toward the empty space between them.
His gaze slowly grew deeper...
"...To be honest, none of this really matters."
"Humans have always been cursing each other. Cursed Spirits are just one form it takes."
"The more bad people there are in the world, the better—this way, no one has to carry the burden alone."
He reached out to Suguru Geto.
"Give me a Cursed Spirit Orb."
"..."
Suguru Geto didn't really get it, but handed one over anyway.
Sōjun Minamoto took it, examined it in his palm. Within the black swirl, a grotesque Cursed Spirit could just barely be seen—bulging eyes, twisted mouth. A weak one, only Grade 3.
He tossed the orb into his mouth, bit down with a loud crunch, chewed it to bits, and swallowed it whole. Then he grinned.
"If you want to eat big, you need a big appetite. If you're not strong enough to do what you want, then get stronger. If that's still not enough, grab some friends and handle it together."
"So, how about it? If you haven't figured out a goal yet, why not tag along with me for now?"
Sōjun Minamoto didn't want to keep rambling about righteousness or whatever. You don't always need a reason to do something—if you want to, just do it.
Suguru Geto chuckled at those earlier words.
He thought back to the village elder's wife clapping him on the shoulder, telling him to eat well so he'd have the strength to exorcise curses.
She even used Sōjun Minamoto as an example.
His mood lifted again.
It was true—bitter summers really messed with your mindset. Instead of spiraling about everything, maybe it was better to just focus on getting stronger.
Then he heard the next line and jolted upright.
"Wait... are you trying to recruit me?"
"Yeah," Sōjun Minamoto looked at him with a small smile. "I've been preparing to assimilate a ton of curses. I'll need help. Your Cursed Spirits are top-notch—perfect for the job."
"You bring the spirits, I'll bring the Cursed Tools. We split everything we capture fifty-fifty."
"So, you in?"
Sōjun Minamoto casually shifted the conversation into a proposal.
Sending out too many clones for assimilation wasn't efficient. The returns weren't great compared to other options. But with too few, Cursed Energy growth slowed down.
Recently, the Medical Department had gathered plenty of Cursed Energy sources. It was a good time to integrate them all and expand his capacity.
Everything was ready—he just needed the curses.
He was planning something big. With Suguru Geto's help, they could send out his clones with the proper Cursed Tools to assimilate and bring everything back.
Suguru didn't need to think too hard.
The number and quality of Cursed Spirits directly represented his strength. But alone, how many could he realistically catch?
The spirits he had couldn't return with captured curses, and taming them one by one wasn't efficient either.
Sōjun's offer was solid. It helped both of them—and the jujutsu world.
Why not?
He nodded at Sōjun Minamoto.
"Then it's settled. Come find me tomorrow afternoon and I'll hand over the Cursed Tools," Sōjun said. "By the way, how much can your storage-type Cursed Spirit hold now?"
"Roughly the size of a standard dorm room at Jujutsu High."
Sōjun had seen places like that before—maybe around 30 square meters.
"That's more than enough."
Assimilation-type Cursed Tools didn't take up much space.
The two wrapped things up quickly.
"Hey, hey, what about me?"
Yuki Tsukumo suddenly raised her hand and cut in.
"You can recruit me too, you know."
"You? Aren't you heading overseas soon?" Sōjun Minamoto blinked. "That many Cursed Spirit incidents happening abroad?"
"Not really. But I'll be sticking around Jujutsu High for another half-month. There's an exchange event coming up—it's being held at Tokyo Jujutsu High this time... and I'm leading the Kyoto team."
She looked quite pleased with herself.
"Those poor students..."
Sōjun didn't get to finish before she elbowed him.
"I can help you round up some curses during that time. I've got no use for cursed spirits anyway."
"Really? You're such a good person."
Sōjun gave a genuine nod of approval.
He ran the numbers in his head.
Suguru Geto likely had about 4,000 Cursed Spirits. Split evenly, that's 2,000 each.
Yuki Tsukumo probably had fewer, but the quality would be excellent.
As for Satoru Gojo—he took on missions frequently. Could be worth looping him in too.
All things considered, that'd be more than enough to fuse all the Cursed Energy sources and carry out the full assimilation.
That's it!
Not only would they be contributing to the jujutsu world, but they'd also be putting a stop to a certain someone's misguided plan to eliminate humanity.
That helped regular society too.
Truly something worth celebrating.
As for what he'd personally gain from this?
Just a minor side benefit.
This was something that benefited everyone—
Well, except for the Cursed Spirits.
But hey, you couldn't exorcise them all anyway.
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