Shibuya Station, Basement Level 5.
The cold and dampness of the real world surrounded everyone once again. Broken tracks, flickering emergency lights—everything returned to its original state.
Megumi's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Forcing his Domain to neutralize Dagon's just now had almost drained all of his Cursed Energy and stamina.
Naobito clutched his severed right arm, his face pale; excessive blood loss made him teeter on the edge of collapse.
Nanami Kento's left eye was a bloody mess, and Maki had fallen into a semi-conscious state due to the erosion of the poison.
Yamada sheathed his Kusanagi Sword, and the stray black flames remaining around him were extinguished instantly with a single glance.
He turned around and looked at this group of scarred Sorcerers. "You can't even handle a single piece of seafood, you people are so weak it's a headache."
Yamada walked over to Naobito and Nanami Kento and sighed. If left alone, this old man would be basically useless with a severed arm, and Nanami Kento's combat power would be greatly reduced with a blind eye. As for Maki, that bit of toxin was a minor matter.
"Consider yourselves lucky that you ran into me while I'm in a good mood."
Yamada raised his right hand, and a rich, emerald-green light appeared in his palm.
Yang Release Chakra.
With a casual wave, the green light turned into three soft ribbons that entered the bodies of Naobito, Nanami Kento, and Maki respectively.
A miracle unfolded at this moment.
Naobito felt an intense itching at the site of his severed arm. Then, under Megumi's gobsmacked gaze, white bone, red muscle fibers, and skin grew and intertwined at a visible speed. In just ten seconds, a perfectly intact right arm had grown back.
At Nanami Kento's originally blinded left eye, the necrotic eyeball was replaced by new tissue, and his vision was instantly restored to its original state.
The poison inside Maki's body was forcibly washed away by the vitality of the Yang Release. She suddenly snapped her eyes open and sprang up from the ground, her face full of disbelief.
"This... my arm..."
Naobito moved his new right arm and clenched his fist, feeling as if he were in a dream. He had lived for over seventy years and had never heard of any Reverse Cursed Technique that could create something out of nothing so effortlessly. This had already crossed the boundaries of medical treatment, this was a creation from the realm of the gods.
Nanami Kento touched his intact left eye. Always calm and restrained, even he could not hide the shock in his eyes at this moment.
He bowed deeply to Yamada. "I will keep this kindness in my heart."
"No need for thanks. If you all died, who would go clear out the small fry outside?"
Yamada turned around. In his mind, the system's crisp notification arrived as expected.
[Ding! Detected that the host has killed Special Grade Cursed Spirit: Dagon!]
[Successfully broke through the Domain 'Horizon of the Captivating Skandha', saving Nanami Kento, Zenin Naobito, and Zenin Maki from the fate of heavy injury/death!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining Dimension Points: 18,000!]
The numbers on the panel jumped.
Yamada curled his lips in satisfaction.
He looked up toward the dark tunnel leading to the deeper underground station platforms. There, he sensed an extremely scorching and violent Cursed Energy fluctuation that was rampaging wildly.
'Jogo seems to be making quite a scene.'
Yamada put his hands in his pockets, bypassed the still-dazed crowd, and strode toward the depths of the passage.
"Clean this place up. I'm going to crush the remaining rats, one by one."
—
In the Shibuya underground connecting passage, ruptured water pipes continuously spewed out murky streams of water.
Yuji lay in the cold stagnant water, his abdomen pierced by Choso's attack, and the surrounding puddles had already been dyed a dark red by his blood. His eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was weak, having completely lost consciousness.
A faint sound of footsteps broke the deathly silence of the passage.
Two young girls wearing sailor uniforms stepped out from the shadows. They looked at the pink-haired boy lying in a pool of blood. There was no pity in their eyes, only an urgency to achieve their goal.
Nanako, who had her hair in buns and was holding a cell phone, kicked the rubble at her feet. She turned to look at Mimiko, who was beside her holding a tattered plush doll.
"Good luck. This kid looks like he was beaten half to death, saving us a lot of effort."
Mimiko nodded and fished a wooden box wrapped in layers of talismans from her pocket. Unwrapping the talismans, a shriveled finger emitting a pungent stench lay inside.
A finger of Ryomen Sukuna.
"As long as we wake Sukuna, we have hope of reclaiming Geto-sama's body." Nanako bit her lower lip, a thick trace of hatred flashing in her eyes.
"That disgusting guy with the stitches on his forehead, to dare occupy Geto-sama's body... He can never be forgiven."
Mimiko crouched down and roughly pried open Yuji's jaw, preparing to stuff that special grade cursed object into his mouth.
Just as the finger was about to touch Yuji's lips—
BOOM!
The concrete wall on one side of the passage exploded and melted. Scalding magma instantly incinerated the wooden box in Mimiko's hand into ash.
"Who permitted you to touch him?"
Accompanied by scorching heat, Jogo strode through the melted hole in the wall, the volcano on top of his head emitting black smoke. His single eye was filled with tyrannical killing intent as he glared at these two reckless Curse Users.
The successive deaths of Hanami and Dagon had pushed Jogo's emotions to the brink of losing control. The only thought in his head now was to awaken the King of Curses and use that invincible power to slaughter all the meddlesome Jujutsu Sorcerers.
"You one-eyed monster..." Nanako raised her phone, wanting to activate her Cursed Technique.
"Get lost!"
Jogo didn't even look at them, simply waving his hand. A violent heatwave surged out, blasting Nanako and Mimiko away, causing them to crash heavily into the wall over ten meters away.
Having dealt with the two meddlesome bugs, Jogo walked over to Yuji's side.
He crouched down and flipped his wrist. Ten fingers, wrapped in talismans and emitting a nauseating malice, clattered as they scattered into the stagnant water.
This was the stockpile Kenjaku had previously given him for safekeeping.