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Chapter 100: Long-Range Technique Activation — Idle Transfiguration
"Darling! I knew you'd be here."
Yuki Tsukumo's voice rang clear across the battlefield as she strode confidently through the settling frost.
Moments earlier, the distance and the walls of ice had kept her from noticing the small group of onlookers—Zen'in Shinsuke and the others—observing from afar.
She approached, her usual teasing grin softening into something else when she got a good look at him. Then, her expression froze.
"What the hell happened to you?"
Without hesitation, she grabbed Shinsuke by the front of his shirt, eyes darting over the scars and bruises littering his body.
"These wounds…" her tone darkened. "Who did this to you?"
Her sharp gaze slid past him and locked on Kenjaku in the distance.
"Was it him? It must've been—he's the only enemy here."
Her cursed energy flared—so intense that the air itself trembled.
"Garuda."
At her call, the bone-like shikigami coiled around her body responded instantly, transforming into a massive, sleek bone blade that materialized in her hand.
The look in her eyes was pure murder.
Anyone who dared lay a hand on her man… was already dead.
Kenjaku smiled faintly, eyes glinting with both amusement and curiosity.
"So… you intend to fight me?" he said lightly, his posture tightening. "Good. Maybe I'll finally learn what kind of technique you've been hiding all these years."
Before Yuki could strike, Shinsuke rested a hand on her shoulder.
"It wasn't him," he said, calm but firm. "It was Sukuna."
Yuki blinked. "…Sukuna? That walking ego trip?" Her expression hardened again. "Even so, nobody gets to beat up my man and walk away."
She turned sharply—her gaze landing on Yuji, still leaning on Chōsō for support.
"Oh, you're the vessel, right?" she said, shrinking her own form into a playful chibi-like illusion, tapping her bone sword against his head like a bully with a stick. "Let him out. I'm gonna kick his ass myself."
"Uh…" Yuji froze, half-confused, half-terrified.
"Enough," Kenjaku interrupted, his tone calm but filled with anticipation. "Playtime's over. The extraction is complete."
His cursed energy spiked violently.
Yuki's eyes narrowed. "Extraction? Wait—where's that soul-altering curse… the one called Mahito?"
"He…" Yuji hesitated, scratching his cheek. "He's… already been eaten. By him."
"What?" Yuki blinked. "You're kidding me."
"No point thinking about it now," Zen'in Shinsuke said, sighing. "What's done is done."
Yuki shot him a suspicious look, eyes narrowing. "...Why do I get the feeling you're a little too happy about that?"
Shinsuke straightened his back, raising three fingers solemnly.
"Me? Never. I'm just happy to see you, Yuki. Has absolutely nothing to do with what's about to happen."
"Uh-huh," she said flatly, unconvinced.
Meanwhile, the others—Yuji, Panda, Kirara, and the wounded—were gathering their strength, their voices trembling but determined.
"Is there… any way to stop this?" Panda asked, glancing warily at the immense cursed energy radiating from Kenjaku.
Yuki's expression darkened.
Shinsuke exhaled. "…It's too late."
Kenjaku raised his arms, the surrounding air twisting with overwhelming cursed power. A dark, pulsating pattern spread from beneath his feet, expanding across the shattered city like a living sigil.
"Idle Transfiguration!" he roared.
The world seemed to scream.
From every corner of Shibuya, black light erupted—towering cursed energy pillars stabbing into the sky.
The air vibrated, distorting like molten glass.
Across the horizon, countless cursed forms began to stir—shadows writhing and merging, hundreds, then thousands, then millions of cursed spirits awakening in unison.
The sky darkened to blood-red.
The Cursed Spirit Army had begun to rise.
At the same time, an identical symbol appeared high in the sky, spinning slowly like a mirror reflection.
"This is… a remote-activated technique!"
The realization hit the gathered sorcerers all at once. A cold chill of dread ran through them.
Something terrible was coming.
Kenjaku's voice broke the silence—measured, calm, and almost conversational.
"Itadori Yuji," he said, looking directly at the boy. "I owe you my thanks. Because of our little encounter, Mahito evolved rapidly. And when I absorbed him, I inherited a much more refined version of his technique."
He paused, almost wistful.
"I had planned to absorb Jogo as well… but unfortunately—"
His eyes shifted toward Zen'in Shinsuke.
Kenjaku smiled faintly. He hadn't expected it—someone capable of defeating Sukuna and killing Jogo alone.
A man like that was terrifying.
If only he could be persuaded to join him… his plan would be flawless.
"What have you done!?" Yuki roared.
Such a massive formation could only mean one thing—Kenjaku was preparing to alter the world itself.
Kenjaku spread his arms and calmly explained,
"I have remotely activated Idle Transfiguration on all the non-sorcerers I had previously marked."
Everyone froze.
He continued, his tone disturbingly casual, as though he were giving a lecture:
"There are two categories of people I've marked. The first: humans who, like Itadori, have consumed cursed objects and survived. The second: humans like Junpei Yoshino—those whose brains could potentially handle a cursed technique, but who never awakened as sorcerers."
"I've used Idle Transfiguration to reshape their brains into the structure of true sorcerers."
"For the first group, this grants them the physical durability of vessels. For the second, it unlocks their dormant techniques."
Kenjaku's eyes gleamed as he concluded,
"In short… I've just awakened thousands of new players."
Gasps echoed through the battlefield.
"And now," he said, "all those cursed objects have been unsealed."
He clasped his hands behind his back, speaking almost like a teacher describing a science experiment.
"Many of them are unconscious right now, their bodies still adjusting to the sudden influx of cursed energy. But soon—they'll awaken."
"You…!" Fushiguro's eyes widened in horror. His voice trembled with rage.
"It was you! You're the one who cursed Tsumiki!"
At last, he had found the truth. The man who had doomed his sister was standing right in front of him.
He lunged forward—but Zen'in Shinsuke caught him by the shoulder.
"Calm down," he said evenly. "Don't worry. She'll survive."
Fushiguro clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, forcing himself to breathe.
Kenjaku turned toward Shinsuke with a knowing grin.
"Of course she will," he said. "I always keep my bargains. Isn't that right, Zen'in-san?"
He turned back to the others, raising his voice.
"As I was saying… these newly transformed humans and cursed objects will now fight each other. Through battle, they'll come to understand cursed energy on a deeper level."
He smiled—cold, almost proud.
"Think of it as releasing a thousand Itadori Yujis into the wild."
"Half will be ancient souls reborn," he added softly. "The other half—evolved humans."
"A thousand?" Yuki Tsukumo raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "That's almost conservative, for someone like you."
Then her expression hardened. "But you really think you can force people to slaughter each other? You underestimate humanity. There are still those with reason, with conscience."
Kenjaku chuckled, eyes gleaming with mock pity.
"How naive, Yuki. You think I didn't account for that? Your questions are getting disappointingly shallow."
That smug tone was enough to make her bristle.
She cracked her knuckles and turned to Shinsuke. "This guy's even more annoying than you. Want to team up and break his jaw?"
"Hey, hey—how'd I get dragged into this?" Shinsuke protested quickly. "When did I ever say anything annoying?"
He looked around helplessly for support. "You guys agree, right? I'm not that bad."
The rest of the group avoided his gaze.
"Uh… nice weather today, huh?" someone muttered.
"Yeah, real good day to… talk about something else."
"..."
Kenjaku sighed, massaging his temple. "Are you quite done? I'm in the middle of reshaping the world, and you're bantering."
He raised his hand again, continuing as though they hadn't interrupted:
"The cursed objects I released were all sorcerers who formed pacts with me over the past millennium. Not all were human, of course—but those old bindings no longer restrict me."
A dark grin spread across his face.
"Now, you'll all witness the truest form of the world."
Then his expression twisted—ecstatic, mad.
A wave of black mist erupted from his body, spreading across the ruins like a living shadow.
From the fog, shapes began to emerge—twisted, snarling, hungry.
Curses.
Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands.
Grade 4. Grade 3. Grade 2. Grade 1. Even semi-special grades.
They filled the air and the earth, blotting out the horizon.
The ground shook as the sky turned dark with wings and claws.
Kenjaku spread his arms wide, laughing quietly.
"The new world begins now."
A world of chaos—where curses, sorcerers, and ordinary humans would all become ingredients in the same pot.
And whatever came out of that boiling cauldron… even Kenjaku could not predict.
But that was exactly the world he desired.