Meanwhile, the higher-ups of the jujutsu community held an emergency meeting regarding the Tokyo barrier incident. In the dimly lit council chamber, the group that Gojo Satoru called "rotten oranges" gathered their ghosts and began discussing the situation.
"The Zen'in clan didn't come?" Someone spoke first, their tone impatient and uncertain.
"I didn't inform them," another said coldly. "They're too close to the Gojo clan now. To avoid suspicion and trouble."
Someone asked deeply: "What do you think about the massive barrier over Tokyo?"
"Rumors are spreading about Kagetatsu," someone said contemptuously, their tone indifferent. "Probably his resurrected old enemy seeking revenge. We don't need to get involved. Just blame everything on him."
"Have you lost your mind?" Someone immediately retorted, not hiding their fear. "Kagetatsu and Gojo Satoru are different. We all suffer if we provoke him!"
"Who wants to get involved with him?" The proposer's eyes were dark, his tone cunning. "He's the Zen'in clan's ancestor. We're not looking for him. Isn't it reasonable to ask the Zen'in clan to handle it?"
They repeated after one another, full of schemes to profit from the Zen'in clan, completely ignoring the harm from the cursed techniques. At that moment, an old but powerful voice from behind the screen sharply interrupted them.
"Stop talking. Something important has happened. The government intends to reveal the existence of cursed spirits, along with the existence of Nishida Kagetatsu."
"What? How could they know that Kagetatsu has been suppressed?"
"Are you stupid? The entire barrier is searching for Kagetatsu. Wouldn't they know?"
"That's not the same thing at all! The government has released an ancient book online—the 'Chronicles of the Pacified Demon Realm,' the one Tengen has always been trying to find. It records all the cursed spirits defeated by Kagetatsu, along with Kagetatsu's deeds."
"That is..."
"In other words, from today onward, the existence of Kagetatsu can no longer be hidden."
"In other words, from today onward, he will be completely resurrected!"
At that same moment, Demon Head Kijuro stood in the restroom of the Yasukuni Shrine, his entire body wrapped in monstrous resentment and the evil cursed energy raging in that place.
He tore apart the counterfeit "Chronicles of the Pacified Demon Realm" in his hand. The portraits of monsters and demons recorded in the book were torn out page by page, and he slowly, casually scattered each page into the air.
As each page fell to the floor, among those who had already been deeply hypnotized by him and stood motionless behind him, someone would inevitably draw a knife and commit seppuku.
Hot blood gushed out, instantly soaking the pages. The portraits of monsters on the paper, stained with blood, suddenly burst into strange, terrifying purple phantoms, writhing with the surrounding resentment and curses, ready to act.
At the same time, when the supervisory department discovered they couldn't contact the government commissioner, they quickly realized something was wrong and anxiously investigated the situation in various locations.
"Akira Nitta under supervision! What is the situation in Shibuya? The special-grade sorcerer Satoru Gojo and the special-grade sorcerer Nosaka Locke are already on their way to the scene!"
"No, it seems... not necessary."
"Huh?"
Akira Nitta held the phone. The scene before her nearly made her drop it. Her pupils trembled so much she couldn't believe her eyes, and her voice wouldn't stop shaking:
"The special-grade cursed spirit—Ryomen Sukuna... is now being fought by Tokyo Jujutsu High School's first-year student... Yuji Itadori."
"???"
Listening to the astonishment on the other end of the phone, Akira Nitta stared at this life-or-death battle, which existed only in myths and legends. She swallowed hard, then spoke word by word in a nearly choked tone:
"Ryomen Sukuna... is now being... completely suppressed by Yuji Itadori!"
It was hard for Sukuna to describe his current mood: anger, hatred, shame, fear, confusion, relief—or all of the above.
For a long time, the only opponent he could measure up to was Kagetatsu. But today, he had been taught a lesson by Yuji Itadori, whom he had always looked down on.
Sukuna, once again sent flying by a Black Flash, didn't even want to use the Reverse Cursed Technique to heal his face. But the pride remaining in his heart forced him to stand and face the hateful brat before him.
Looking at Yuji Itadori with a serious expression, the opponent's fists were not only incredibly strong but also covered in a bloody armor of red scales that cut tightly.
And his slashing skills were better than his own!!
How had this kid done it?
Combat skills, battle experience, raw power—he was completely crushed by his opponent. He couldn't even fully utilize his four arms, seeing every attack coming.
Not to mention that from the beginning of the battle until now, every single one of his strikes had been a Black Flash!!
Every single strike!!
Did he want to hit every one with a Black Flash? A skill that even a leading sorcerer like him could only achieve by chance—was he simply a deliveryman of excellence?
"Sukuna, say it again. Where is your anger and resentment?"
After eighteen consecutive Black Flash strikes, Yuji Itadori had completely shaken off the side effects of the soul fusion and fully mastered all the experience of his other "self" from sixty-eight years.
Now, he was very excited!!
Faced with Itadori's mockery, Sukuna, beaten until his defense broke, was also getting nervous. Without a word, he picked up a fire extinguisher nearby and threw it. He waited for Itadori to tear through the fire extinguisher and strike him under the cover of smoke and dust.
The expected surprise attack did not succeed. After blocking it, Itadori struck Sukuna hard with a backhand blow.
[Black Flash *19]
At the same time, Kenjaku, watching the battle from afar, saw this scene and began to question life.
The reason he wanted to turn everyone into sorcerers was that he believed his creations could not surpass himself, and he wanted to see the possibility of surpassing himself.
But now, Yuji Itadori—a child who had far surpassed his imagination—had become a perfect being beyond his wildest dreams!
But immediately after, Tengen's words began to echo in his ears again, making him frown and feel deeply uneasy.
"Kenjaku, aren't you curious? I alone couldn't have lifted the binding vow that deceived the world and interfered with history. If you weren't secretly fueling it, I could never have done it."
"Ask yourself: what situation made you make that choice? I know better than anyone that you would never tolerate the complete erasure of Kagetatsu. You would be obsessed with him, possessed by him, yet you still did it."
"This can only prove that there must be a certain existence in the world that mutually restrains another, one so terrifying that only by sealing Kagetatsu could that monster be completely imprisoned and prevented from appearing in this world."
"Wake up, Kenjaku! Although I still don't remember the whole truth, I already have a clear feeling that if you are so obsessed and allow that terrifying monster to awaken early, the entire world will collapse into an irreversible abyss!"
"Is that... the end you truly want to see?!"
Thinking this, Kenjaku's face instantly darkened like a cold pond, hard to see the bottom. Although she never wanted to admit it, now it seemed she needed to agree with this absurd but only answer.
But at this moment, as her mind was shaken, a piercing chill behind her suddenly wrapped around her spine. A stream of extremely light but condensed killing intent touched her neck like a sharp blade.
In the next second, dizziness swirled through her body. The intense pain in her neck gradually set in. She could even clearly see her own body, paralyzed on the ground, and saw the figure of a wanderer who had quietly stood behind her at some point.
It was a figure carved into her bone marrow that she could never let go of for her entire life.
In the final moment of her life, Kenjaku's eyes lost all confusion and doubt, and suddenly froze again. A nearly mad obsession blazed in her eyes, instantly locking onto the straight, powerful figure of the wanderer.
This was her posture—half-dead in pursuit, obsessively devoted—the only weakness and ecstasy beneath all her disguises.
Now, nothing mattered. The name of the demon didn't matter. The ambition to assimilate the world didn't matter. The threat of Demon Head Kijuro didn't matter. Even this body, about to dissipate, didn't matter!
Nishida Kagetatsu!
Kagetatsu Nishida!
Kagetatsu!!
These words screamed wildly in her heart, bursting through her throat and shattering into bloody whispers, each one filled with the highest greed and dark devotion.
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