Chapter 96: Gojo Satoru Revives
The Hadoken was so powerful that it instantly stirred the atmosphere for thousands of meters, drawing everyone's attention, including [White Mask]'s. She merely glanced down and saw Kai's devastating attack.
But she didn't recall her [Guardian Spirit], nor did she make any move to defend herself. She simply looked down on Kai, her smile full of mockery.
She didn't really believe she had any great feud with this veteran Reincarnator known as [Kai]. At most, she had stabbed him in the back during a mission and killed a few of his team members. As for the following mission, where he had ambushed her in return and killed all of her own teammates, she didn't consider that revenge, either.
We're Reincarnators. It's either I kill you, or you kill me. Just a normal interaction.
The only difference was... a smile played in [White Mask]'s eyes. I will never lose.
BOOM!
The Hadoken detonated in mid-air, and a violent shockwave swept through everything. The attack held enough power to seriously injure or even kill a [Strong]-tier Reincarnator. But when the light faded, Kai frowned. [White Mask] hadn't moved. She was completely unharmed. He knew of no alchemist in the Nexus capable of crafting an amulet that could block his Hadoken.
"Hey, boss... Gojo Satoru's body... it moved..." Kaso's voice was hushed. He looked up, his heart filled with dread, at [White Mask]—the legendary Special Reincarnator who had, in a single mission, annihilated over eight other Reincarnator teams and survived alone. But what terrified him even more was the corpse of Gojo Satoru, bound in the void by red chains. Its posture had silently changed.
THUMP!
The giant heartbeat suddenly pulsed twice, confirming his fears. Gojo Satoru was... coming back to life. But no one could guarantee just what would be coming back. If their guess about the main quest was correct, and the deceased Gojo was the vessel for the [King of Cursed Spirits], then the moment his body revived, none of them would escape.
Kai also frowned. He possessed the [Absolute Sense of Distance] trait. It meant that no matter how space changed, he always had a perfect sense of the distance between himself and his target. This trait was mostly chosen by ranged Reincarnators, but as a martial artist, he had his own unique understanding of it. And right now, even though this entire space was a black void with no coordinates, he could sense that Gojo's position had changed. He had moved forward by about half a meter.
[Old Ghost], the man in the Hannya mask, drew his tachi, a cold killing intent radiating from him. As the definitive number-two fighter in [The Fifth Element], his strength was extraordinary. He sensed the flow of the air, then suddenly slashed upward, his hands a blur on the hilt of his sword.
CAW!
The air shrieked, and several sword beams, shaped like white crows, flew into the air. This ability, the [White Crow Sword Technique], was not from an anime, but a product of a novel-world that he had acquired from a high-level Reincarnator. The attack was devastatingly powerful and covered a wide area, enveloping both [White Mask] and Gojo.
[White Mask] just smiled, completely unconcerned. "Do you know why you're obsessed with those dead men, Kai? Because you know, deep down, that you will never again find anyone who believes in you so completely, who trusts that you can kill me. That's why you're so angry about their deaths."
Her voice was crisp, but to Kai, it would never be pleasant. It was a voice that would only bring him peace when it was screaming.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
The sword beams shattered in the air, meters in front of [White Mask] and Gojo. This time, without the Hadoken's interference, they saw it clearly. The slashes had never touched them. They had simply hit an invisible barrier and dissipated.
"[Limitless]..."
Of all the abilities in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, the one that many Reincarnators considered to have the highest ceiling was, without a doubt, Gojo Satoru's [Limitless]. This ability, which operated on the level of a mathematical paradox, combined with the microscopic cursed energy control granted by the [Six Eyes], allowed Gojo to precisely manipulate the space in front of him. Any substance deemed dangerous would be forced to endlessly approach him, but would never actually be able to touch him. It was, in a sense, an absolute defense.
At the same time, its derivative techniques—[Blue], which compressed space to pull, move at high speed, or even teleport; and the reversed technique [Red], which was a powerful, repulsive blast; and the combination of the two, the devastating [Purple]—were what made Gojo so highly rated by both Reincarnators and the Nexus, even if his absolute destructive power wasn't the highest.
And now, this impossibly dangerous plot character was about to revive as the King of Cursed Spirits. Kaso couldn't help but tremble. He looked at Kai and Old Ghost, hoping they would abandon the plan.
"Look. Your companion is scared. He's hoping you'll give up," [White Mask] said, reading Kaso's mind, which almost made him turn and flee. He was a spiritualist by nature and had a high spiritual sense, and that sense was screaming at him: Run! If you don't run, you will absolutely die!
THUD!
The heartbeat grew stronger. Behind Gojo Satoru's corpse, the blood-red chains began to pull taut, pulling his limbs backward at unnatural, breaking angles.
[White Mask]'s face was flush with excitement. She could feel it. The spirit of the modern era's "king" was about to dissipate. The Gate of the Underworld was about to open. The obsession of [Tsuchimikado Yakou], whose fate she had stolen, was trying to overwhelm her will. "Rest easy, Yakou. I will definitely complete this [Imperial Style - Taizan Fukun Ritual]…" Her smile was filled with greed.
"Found the seventh node!" Kusakabe shouted. The First-Grade Sorcerer from Tokyo Jujutsu High was covered in blood, though it was impossible to tell if it was his own or that of the curses he'd slain.
Geto Suguru, while commanding his own army of curses to assault the area and wear down the barrier's power, quickly moved to modify the node.
From what Tsuchimikado Ochiai had told him, that person had stolen Tsuchimikado Yakou's "destiny," gaining the qualification and mission to complete the [Imperial Style - Taizan Fukun Ritual]. But the Great Spiritual Disaster had already erupted. Theoretically, the ritual should have ended. Instead, Tokyo remained a dead city, enveloped in that black barrier, swarming with curses. This all meant one thing: the ritual had started, but it had never finished.
The only possibility was that the strongest modern sorcerer, Gojo Satoru, who had entered the barrier alone, had done something at the ritual's inception, preventing its completion. At the same time, that choice had cost the invincible sorcerer his life.
Geto knew that the original Taizan Fukun Ritual should have had only 49 nodes. Even with the "Imperial Style" modifications, it shouldn't be too different. He just needed to modify the majority of the nodes with his own blood, and the enemy's prayer would fail.
FWOOSH!
The spectral blue flames ignited again. That special existence—neither a ghost nor a curse—was flickering between intangible and tangible. Its soul-burning flames were terrifyingly lethal. The sorcerers had no effective way to counter it. Only Kusakabe's cursed-energy-infused slashes seemed to have any effect. And then there was…
Geto suddenly realized that Shoko Ieiri, a user of positive energy, might be in danger. He abandoned his search for the next node and rushed in her direction.
Shoko was not a combatant. She had no interest in fighting or exorcising curses. But in this society, "interest" didn't decide your future. Just as she had never thought she would spend her life in a medical office, healing colleagues who had been torn to shreds by curses. Just as she had never thought the kind and funny Geto Suguru would defect and massacre hundreds.
And just as she had never, ever thought… that Gojo Satoru would die.
Shoko looked up at the corpse suspended in the sky. Her lips moved. She spat the cigarette from her mouth. "You look awful, Satoru."
The blood-red chains pulled even tighter, snapping Gojo's arms completely backward.
Geto rushed over, his most powerful Cursed Spirits gathering at his side. He also saw Gojo's corpse, and at the same time, he saw the person the old priest had described as the "Child of Destiny." A figure in a white cloak with gold trim. Even in this dark, evil space, she was the absolute center of his vision. So this is the one who killed Gojo.
"No, no, Geto Suguru," [White Mask]'s voice echoed, reading his thoughts. "I didn't kill him. He chose to die."
She was now close enough to pat Gojo's corpse, which was hanging in front of her. "This man, this self-proclaimed savior... he chose to sacrifice his own life to stop me from opening the Gate of the Underworld. He didn't even see non-sorcerers as his equals, yet he still threw his life away for those lowly creatures. What is that? A messiah complex?"
[White Mask] scoffed. Suddenly, she grabbed the red chains and pulled. Gojo's four limbs were instantly snapped backward.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The heartbeat intensified.
"You didn't want to see the underworld unleashed, did you, Satoru-san? Then wake up… heheh… and kill all of your precious friends, one by one."
THUD!
The violent heartbeat abruptly stopped.
Gojo Satoru's corpse slowly opened its eyes. A crimson cursed energy instantly began to burn, and the entire space was flooded with an overwhelming curse.
"Hey. Don't let my main quest fail so early."
A new voice spoke.
"BOOM."
A single, spoken word, and then a one-hundred-meter-tall fox spirit materialized from nothing, and in one bite, it swallowed both [White Mask] and the newly-awakened Gojo Satoru.
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