Inside the Cursed Spirits' temporary hideout.
Kenjaku and Mahito were lying on beach chairs, flipping through magazines.
"You're back, and Jogo is fine. That's really great."
"Which eye of yours sees that I'm fine?"
Hearing Mahito's teasing, Jogo, who was only a head, immediately flared up in anger.
Unfortunately, he could not even get properly furious now.
Jogo really wanted to find a hole to crawl into and only come out once his body had recovered.
But the honest Hanami thought Jogo was too badly injured, and that it would be better for him to stay with his companions. At least they could protect him.
So, unable to resist, Jogo could only watch as he was brought back here.
Dagon, one of the Four Calamities, used Domain Expansion inside the room, transforming the originally small room into a vast resort with sunshine, a beach, and waves.
'What does that feel like?'
Looking at Jogo, who had been placed on the table with a drink, Kenjaku began wondering about the sensation beneath his feet.
The image of Satoru juggling Jogo's head kept replaying in Kenjaku's mind.
'Jogo looks like a coconut now. No, with that bouncy feeling, he's more like a ball.'
Mahito, beside him, also looked at Jogo with malicious eyes.
After all, Mahito was born from humanity's fear and malice toward humans.
His heart was inherently full of malice.
Noticing Jogo's sudden gaze, Mahito immediately turned his head, pretending nothing had happened.
As he turned his head, he saw Kenjaku, whose eyes also showed malice.
The two exchanged a glance, revealing mischievous expressions.
"Hey, what are you doing! My head is not a coconut!"
Feeling something suddenly touch his head, Jogo yelled in anger.
"Sorry, sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
Kenjaku put the straw, which he had "accidentally" inserted into Jogo's volcano, back into the cup.
Then he picked up Jogo's head and took it to the beach to wash.
"Stop..., glug glug, you..., glug glug, bastard, glug glug..."
Meanwhile, Mahito said something to Hanami.
Kenjaku placed Jogo on the soft beach to dry, then walked aside and did warm-up exercises with Mahito.
"Ptooey, ptooey. What are you doing?"
Jogo looked angrily at his two companions, who seemed to have something wrong with their brains.
"Mahito-kun."
"Kamo-kun."
The two exchanged a deep look, then kicked Jogo's head.
In the direction Jogo was kicked, Hanami had, at some point, set up a goal.
To the accompaniment of stirring music from an unknown source, Kenjaku and Mahito went all out.
Power shots, sliding power shots, arrow shots, golden double shots. Countless soccer Cursed Techniques appeared at their feet, and Hanami also fully utilized its characteristic as a meat shield, blocking the "soccer ball" again and again.
Finally, Mahito successfully scored with an overhead kick.
Mahito wanted to high-five in celebration, but Kenjaku declined.
'I must kill them. Absolutely!'
Jogo roared in his heart...
A few days later, Jogo, whose body had mostly recovered and was only lacking Cursed Energy, along with Mahito, Hanami, and Kenjaku, was leisurely playing mahjong in a forest cabin.
"It's about time you told us your plan."
Mahito rested one hand on his face and played a red dragon tile.
Jogo and the others had already told Mahito about Kenjaku's previous plan.
However, because Jogo had suddenly interrupted, Kenjaku's plan had not been fully revealed at the time.
"The plan is simple. Lure Satoru out and then seal him."
"Can the Prison Realm seal Satoru?"
"Yes. There is nothing in the world that the Prison Realm cannot seal."
"What are the conditions? If it were that simple, you would have done it already."
Jogo played a white dragon tile and asked casually.
"After the Prison Realm activates, you only need to keep Satoru within a four-meter radius for one minute."
Thump, thump.
The scene fell silent. The few of them played their tiles quietly, and no one spoke.
Clatter.
Jogo suddenly jumped onto the table, fuming, and stared at Kenjaku with wide eyes.
"You bastard, you're not cooperating with us just to send us to our deaths, are you? Hold Satoru for one minute under those conditions? Don't be ridiculous!"
At this moment, Jogo had completely forgotten that just a few days ago, he had wanted to take down Satoru by himself.
"Don't be so anxious. Eh, and I had such a good hand."
The mahjong tiles had been completely scattered by Jogo. This hand clearly could not be played anymore.
"One minute isn't one minute in reality."
Kenjaku held up a finger, building suspense.
"What do you mean?"
Jogo also played along and asked.
"It's one minute of brain activity."
"Brain activity?"
"Exactly."
"Satoru's defense isn't absolute, and he himself isn't without attachments. If we start from that point, we have a chance of winning."
Hearing this, Jogo, who had been puffed up like a balloon with anger, gradually returned to his old-man appearance and jumped back into his seat.
"Tell me the specifics."
"The key to sealing Satoru lies with these two people."
Kenjaku took out two photos.
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation?"
Jogo frowned as he looked at the photos Kenjaku placed on the table.
Cursed Spirit Manipulation was well-known in intelligent Cursed Spirit circles.
It could be said that before challenging Satoru and being turned into a ball, Jogo had always considered Cursed Spirit Manipulation, which could enslave his brethren, to be his imaginary enemy.
"That's right. Not many people have formed bonds with Satoru, and he is the easiest to target right now.
As long as we can capture Suguru, we can use him to make Satoru waver, and the sealing conditions of the Prison Realm can be met."
Mahito nodded upon hearing this. Born from human malice, dozens of melodramatic scenarios for threatening Satoru with Suguru instantly appeared in his mind.
"What about the other person?"
"This person, Heavenly Restriction Toji, has a Special Grade Cursed Tool that can break through Limitless. If we can get our hands on it, our chances of winning will greatly increase."
Because of Eichi's intervention, Riko and Toji did not die, and the Special Grade Cursed Tool, Inverted Spear of Heaven, was not destroyed.
"What is it?"
"The Special Grade Cursed Tool, Inverted Spear of Heaven, which can forcibly dispel activated Cursed Techniques. Twelve years ago, Toji used the Inverted Spear of Heaven to ambush and severely injure Satoru."
Hearing that it had been an ambush, Jogo's wariness of Toji relaxed considerably.
He had never heard of him before. Even with a successful ambush, he had only severely injured Satoru and failed to kill him.
At this moment, Jogo internally lowered Toji's threat rank by quite a bit.
Jogo's passive was still active.
"What about Sukuna?"
Jogo suddenly asked.
Kenjaku had previously praised Sukuna greatly and called him the necessary power to crush the Jujutsu World.
But now, Sukuna had not been mentioned at all?
"That is the final trump card, and it is a trump card beyond our control."
If Sukuna were in his complete form, Kenjaku would definitely find a way to revive him.
But now, the half-body with Sukuna's eight fingers of power was still at Tokyo Jujutsu High, so even Kenjaku was not confident in fully reviving Sukuna.
So he could only wait for the right moment.
"Also, before sealing Satoru, we must first eliminate one person."
"Who?"
"Azuma Eichi."
(To be continued.)