The halls of the Jujutsu headquarters felt suffocating tonight.

Every step I took echoed through the polished floors, the sound sharp and violent in the silence. Usually I’d be joking, smiling, acting like nothing in this rotten system could bother me.

But not tonight.

Tonight my hands were shaking.

Not from fear.

From rage.

The doors to the council chamber slid open with a violent bang as I pushed them apart harder than necessary. The old men seated in the shadows didn’t even flinch. Of course they didn’t. Cowards rarely do when they hide behind tradition and authority.

My fingers reached up slowly.

I pulled the blindfold from my eyes.

The moment the cloth slipped away, the room filled with the cold glow of my Six Eyes. I saw everything—the cursed energy flowing through the room, the nervous twitch in one elder’s hand, the thin threads of fear they tried so hard to hide.

Good.

They should be afraid.

I walked to the center of the room, footsteps slow and deliberate, my gaze moving from one wrinkled face to another.

Then I spoke.

My voice came out low. Controlled. But the fury underneath it made the air feel heavier.

“You dare to send her on a dangerous mission?”

Silence lingered for a moment before one of them finally spoke, his voice calm like he wasn’t signing someone’s death sentence.

“She’s a sorcerer. She is expected to handle such responsibilities.”

For a second I just stared at him.

Then something inside me snapped.

“Handle it?”

My cursed energy leaked out before I could stop it. The floor cracked beneath my feet, thin fractures spreading like spiderwebs.

My eyes burned brighter.

“HANDLE IT?!”

My voice echoed through the chamber, no longer restrained.

“YOU SENT HER TO FIGHT KENJAKU!”

The name alone made the air colder. Even the elders shifted in their seats now.

Kenjaku. A monster who had lived for centuries. A manipulator who treated lives like pieces on a board.

And they sent her.

Someone who wasn’t even classified as special grade.

My jaw tightened so hard it hurt.

“She’s not a special grade,” I said slowly, my voice dropping into something darker. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

One of the elders tried to speak again, but I stepped forward.

The pressure of my cursed energy slammed into the room like a storm. Papers flew from the table. The lantern lights flickered violently.

Now they looked nervous.

Good.

I leaned forward slightly, my glowing eyes locking onto them.

“I swear to you…”

My voice was quiet now.

Terrifyingly quiet.

“If anything happens to her… if even one hair on her head gets touched…”

The space around me distorted slightly, Infinity responding to the violent emotions clawing inside my chest.

“I will kill every single one of you.”

A long pause filled the chamber.

Then I smiled.

Not my usual playful grin.

Something colder.

“And this time…” I said softly, tilting my head.

“I’m not playing.”

For the first time since I walked in—

The elders looked truly afraid.

And honestly?

That was the only thing keeping me from tearing the entire place apart right now.