"You monster!"
In a desperate, soul-rending final struggle, Mechamaru mobilized every last ounce of cursed energy stored within his body.
Seventeen years, five months, and six days.
That power surged behind him like a vast, azure tide of cursed energy.
He still wanted to return to his comrades with this intact body.
He still wanted to quietly watch over Miwa Kasumi's growth.
"New Shadow Style: Simple Domain!"
A technique meant to neutralize the future's intangibility—one capable of directly damaging Mahito's soul.
Fully prepared, Mechamaru's true body squeezed out every last drop of its potential in this moment.
His grotesquely twisted expression was filled with an overwhelming desire to live.
The "future" glanced back calmly, eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.
Mechamaru's unfulfilled, silent love—
even in a previous life, it had been a regret.
But in this life…
The future merely shifted slightly, effortlessly evading Kōkichi's final outburst.
An intangible hand pierced through the cursed-energy-covered chest—
—and crushed the heart in a single motion.
The law of the jungle.
The strong devour all; the weak are reduced to dust.
This is the truth of the world.
Warm blood spilled from Kōkichi's mouth as the light in his eyes slowly faded.
Shinjuku — Star Religious Group Branch
The second basement level was littered with the remains of cursed spirits.
Submerged in thick fluid, Mechamaru's true body showed no external injuries.
The fist-sized hole in his chest had been filled with a pure white flower.
It trembled faintly—
Its intricate root system resembled both plant fibers and human veins intertwined.
Though pure white, symbolizing innocence, it emitted an eerie, unsettling aura at all times.
"...If you can't fully control this body, don't bother participating in the grand play ten days from now."
Upon a throne of shadows, the "future" rested his head on one hand, speaking coldly:
"The enhancement this body gives you won't be inferior to Unit One."
"In fact—it should be stronger."
"Indeed."
Stepping to the edge of the pool, White Zetsu's greedy gaze swept over the cold, lifeless body.
"A flawless Heavenly Restriction… this really is the perfect vessel for me."
Unlike Kōkichi, who needed time to accumulate cursed energy—
White Zetsu...
From the void behind the future's shoulder, the near-infinite cursed energy of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path poured forth.
Using the flower woven from the God Tree's branches as a medium, it continuously nourished the vessel's body.
Just as the future had said—
Without the Inverted Spear of Heaven, the artifact capable of forcibly nullifying techniques,
the strength that Toji's body could display was indeed inferior to this vessel.
After all—
In this world, even cursed spirits… can perform Domain Expansion.
October 31, 2018 — Tokyo, Shibuya — 7:00 PM
Towering steel buildings reflected dazzling neon lights.
Crowds in all kinds of costumes filled the streets.
Alcohol, chaos, pounding music, and roaring voices—
Halloween. A night of revelry.
And also—
The day the jujutsu world would be overturned.
Centered around the busiest commercial district, a curtain with a radius of roughly 400 meters silently descended.
"Hey, you're pathetic."
Watching his friend trip and fall, a man holding a drink laughed loudly.
"You're drunk after just that? What a lightweight."
The man—confused—stood up unsteadily.
Reaching forward, he once again felt the invisible barrier blocking his path.
8:20 PM
A large number of police officers, unaware of the truth, set up long barricade lines under official orders.
Assistant supervisors from Jujutsu High—those able to perceive the barrier—stood by to assist.
With tens of thousands of civilians at stake, all available jujutsu sorcerers were mobilized.
Led by Nanami Kento: Maki, Nobara, and Megumi (now semi–Grade 1)
Led by Kusakabe: Panda and Inumaki
Mei Mei (Grade 1), with Ui Ui and Yuji
Each group began operations from different points around the barrier.
Outside the Massive Barrier
Ijichi held a report and spoke in a low voice:
"The barrier doesn't reject sorcerers entering or leaving—
but it restricts ordinary civilians."
"The trapped civilians keep calling out Gojo-sensei's name."
Nanami gazed at the dark barrier.
"Ordinary people shouldn't know Satoru Gojo's name.
This is a message from the enemy."
He turned to Maki and Nobara.
"Any intel from White Zetsu?"
Maki shook her head.
"About ten days ago, that body fell into a deep sleep. It hasn't woken up since."
Since being stopped outside the Star Religious Group that day,
she hadn't seen the "future" again.
Nor had she left Jujutsu High.
"Could this be Zen'in Mirai's doing?" Nobara asked quietly.
"It just feels like someone on that level wouldn't use such underhanded methods…"
Maybe she believed powerful figures wouldn't resort to schemes—
Or maybe…
She simply didn't want to become enemies with Zen'in Mirai… and White Zetsu.
Meanwhile
As the assistants explained the barrier—
Gojo Satoru had already stepped into the first layer.
Shibuya Station — Platform, Basement Level 5
The civilians trapped there still hadn't realized the danger.
Chatting casually, waiting for rescue.
Jogo spoke:
"Can that guy really hold off Gojo Satoru alone?"
"I hate to admit it, but… wouldn't I and Choso be unnecessary here?"
Leaning against the platform wall, the false Geto folded his sleeves.
"We prepare two plans. Precautions are necessary."
His cold gaze swept over the crowd.
"Gojo Satoru will be restrained by these 'monkeys.'
But Zen'in Mirai…"
"I don't think he's the merciful type—but this is a good chance to test that."
"After all—hearing is one thing. Seeing is another."
He narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"If both sides end up severely weakened…
we seal one—"
"—and then kill the other together."
"Wouldn't that be ideal?"
Jogo seemed tempted.
If they could eliminate both towering threats at once—
A world ruled by curses would no longer be a dream.
Choso frowned.
"And if after sealing Gojo… Zen'in Mirai still has strength left?"
"That guy doesn't seem friendly toward curses."
The Zen'in clan's long-standing practice of capturing cursed spirits—
and the casual killing of the special grade Hanami during the exchange event—
Jogo flinched slightly.
"Yeah… that look in his eyes—he's not someone ordinary humans could control."
"If he turns on us at this distance…"
"Don't worry," the false Geto said with a gentle smile.
"I've already made a binding vow with Zen'in Mirai."
"Until Sukuna takes control of the body… he won't kill us."
He said it confidently—
while silently omitting a single word in his heart:
"all of us."
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