Chapter 94: Shibuya Incident
"How do you see it?"
Gojo Satoru's voice betrayed no emotion, as if stating an objective fact, "He's very strong, ridiculously strong, perhaps even stronger than I can currently comprehend. His eyes, what he pursues, probably long ago exceeded the scope of Jujutsu that we are familiar with."
He slightly turned his head, his sunglasses sliding down a bit, revealing a corner of his pale blue eyes, filled with an unprecedented coldness and sharpness.
"Geto's death might have been part of his plan."
Gojo Satoru's tone was certain, "He used Geto's death, and today's chaos, as a kind of 'fuse'."
"As for what he really wants to do..."
Gojo Satoru put his sunglasses back on, concealing the turbulent emotions in his eyes, "I will find out. Whether he wants to create heaven or hell, I will stand before him and ask him personally, 'Why?'."
After speaking, Gojo Satoru no longer lingered. Carrying Suguru Geto's body, he gradually disappeared into the deepening twilight and falling snow.
His figure was tall but solitary, as if carrying the weight of the entire world.
Shoko stood rooted to the spot, the cigarette between her fingers burning quietly until the heat on her fingers startled her awake.
She threw the cigarette butt on the ground and extinguished it with her foot.
"A fuse..."
She repeated Gojo Satoru's words in a low voice, a hint of bitterness and understanding flashing in her eyes.
Toho Hiroshi, did you ultimately choose that path?
That lonely and cruel path that treats everyone as pawns.
Then, when I see you again, what will be left between us?
Shoko pulled tight the collar of her white coat and turned towards the infirmary, where injured people were still waiting for treatment.
Personal feelings seemed so small in the face of immense disaster and an even larger mystery, only to be temporarily buried deep in her heart.
However, that question about Toho Hiroshi, like a seed, had already taken root in the hearts of the two survivors present, foreshadowing an inevitable storm in the future.
The snow-covered Cemetery, the newly erected tombstone stood before no one.
Gojo Satoru had sealed Suguru Geto's body in a Coffin with the highest-grade Jujutsu Barrier, burying it deep underground, believing this was enough to isolate it from all covetous eyes.
However, he underestimated the conspirator lurking in the shadows, and their desire for that body with Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
Just as Gojo Satoru briefly left to handle the aftermath of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, the Barrier was silently corroded, creating a flaw by an extremely ancient and highly targeted Cursed Technique.
Kenjaku, this Curse User who had lived for a thousand years, like the most patient hunter, finally got his chance.
With a sinister smile, he dug up the new grave and took the corpse that held infinite possibilities for him.
Inside the secret base, the Transplant Surgery was performed by the skilled Itadori Jin.
When Kenjaku's main body, covered in stitches and wriggling like brain tissue, was carefully implanted into Suguru Geto's skull and connected to the Neural Network, the previously cold corpse twitched slightly.
Immediately after, those tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open!
The pupils were initially unfocused, then rapidly sharpened, flashing with a light utterly different from Suguru Geto's, filled with the greed, cunning, and ecstasy accumulated over a thousand years.
Kenjaku moved his new fingers, feeling the immense Cursed Energy and the potential of Cursed Spirit Manipulation contained within this body, revealing an unprecedented, almost twisted smile of excitement.
"Perfect... it's truly perfect!"
His voice came through Suguru Geto's Vocal Cords, carrying an unsettling sense of dissonance.
"With this body, plus Cursed Spirit Manipulation, my plan... the path to the New World, will have no more obstacles!"
He gently stroked the newly added suture scar on his forehead, a symbol of his occupation, and his smile deepened.
"Gojo Satoru, Toho Hiroshi... this era will ultimately become my stage."
...Meanwhile, far away in the deepest part of the Star Plasma Cult, Toho Hiroshi was meditating with closed eyes, engaging in a deep Cursed Energy resonance with the Gedo Statue.
Suddenly, deep within his left eye, the Yata no Kagami mark, which had long been planted and bound to his soul, sent a faint but sharp sting!
The mark had not disappeared because it was connected to Suguru Geto's soul essence, not merely his physical body.
But at this moment, the sensation transmitted by the mark had changed—no longer the stillness of death, but a viscous and cold feeling of being covered and 'parasitized' by a defiled, ancient, and malicious consciousness.
Toho Hiroshi suddenly opened his eyes, a terrifying gleam bursting forth from his Rinnegan, and his aura instantly became sharp, causing the temperature of the entire Secret Room to drop abruptly.
"Kenjaku..."
He almost squeezed the name through gritted teeth, his voice as deep as an echo from the abyss.
Through the subtle sensation of the Yata no Kagami mark, he clearly "saw" the sacrilegious scene that had occurred on Suguru Geto's body.
Anger, like magma, surged in his chest, almost breaking through the dam of his reason.
But he forcibly suppressed this overwhelming rage.
His fingernails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood, yet he remained oblivious.
Now was not the time.
Kenjaku's conspiracy is a crucial link in pushing the Culling Game, intensifying conflicts, and gathering immense Cursed Energy.
Suguru Geto's physical body has temporarily become a pawn that must be utilized in this grand game.
"Feel it, fully feel the power this body brings, immerse yourself in your ambition that is about to be realized."
Toho Hiroshi's voice was devoid of warmth, the swirling ripples in his Rinnegan seeming to connect to an endless hell.
"You think you've stolen a powerful weapon, but you don't realize you've embraced a bomb you're about to detonate."
"When you think you're standing at the peak, at your most complacent moment..."
A nearly cruel resolve flashed in Toho Hiroshi's eyes.
"I will personally strip you from that shell that doesn't belong to you, and make you taste the pain of a burning soul, never to find peace in eternity."
"Then..."
His gaze pierced through layers of walls, looking towards the distant sky, his tone becoming deep and firm.
"Geto, bear with it a little longer."
"I promise you, this will never be the end."
"When the light of Infinite Tsukuyomi illuminates the world, when the New World is established, I will find a way to return your soul to the Pure Land."
"This is my promise to you... and the redemption I must complete."
With the vow made, Toho Hiroshi closed his eyes again, gathering all emotions deep within his heart.
The chessboard was set, the pieces began to move.
He needed more immense energy, more thorough chaos, and Kenjaku to 'perform' to his heart's content.
And the final day of judgment would be brought by his own hands... One year later, Shibuya.
The festive atmosphere of Halloween night had long been replaced by cries of despair and the roars of curses.
A massive Barrier enveloped the area, turning hundreds of thousands of ordinary people into hostages in a cage, and transforming it into a battlefield of slaughter between Jujutsu Sorcerers and curses.
And the turning point of the battle occurred at that most critical moment.
"Prison Realm, close."
As Kenjaku, disguised as Suguru Geto, uttered the Cursed Speech with a cold, triumphant smile, the genuine Prison Realm, originating from the Pure Land, opened countless eyes like a living creature, releasing an irresistible sealing power.
PS: Writing according to the original work is boring, so I skipped directly to the final stage—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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