"Annoying."
In a single thought, Kenmyo activated his Telekinetic Psychic Spells.
Under his control, the people who had fallen unconscious after being hit by Limitless Void were continuously sent flying toward the outer areas of the Upper Subway Level.
Although these humans were irrelevant to him, they were, after all, the people Gojo Satoru nearly overloaded his Cursed Technique trying to save.
Thus, the only things left on the Underground Platform were severed limbs, and the ground stained black by Cursed Spirit blood.
This way, even if the fight became fierce later, it wouldn't affect the innocent ordinary people.
"Little Scrub?"
Gojo Satoru had been the strongest in the Jujutsu World for so long; this was the first time someone had called him a "Little Scrub."
"Who? Me!" This was truly novel.
It wasn't until a Cursed Spirit's blood splattered out and covered the range of his Cursed Technique that he finally woke up as if from a dream.
"Is this young man from the Kamo Family?"
Although this disgusting mass entirely composed of blood looked exactly like the Kamo Family's Cursed Technique, Blood Manipulation.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Choso and Kenjaku, who was occupying Suguru Geto's body, were both somewhat stunned.
Seeing the young man's Blood Manipulation, they felt like what they had obtained wasn't genuine, as if they had practiced a fake version.
Aside from close-quarters combat using weapons, it had no other use.
At most, it could control the blood flow within one's body to increase attack power.
These were Cursed Techniques everyone was already tired of, nothing special.
The slightly more advanced version was like Choso's, compressing his blood into a high-pressure water gun and shooting it out to pierce enemies.
The first attack against Gojo Satoru earlier was done by him.
Although it was useless, that was the truth.
Kenjaku, he had already gained a thorough understanding of the Kamo Family.
Among the Three Great Families of the Jujutsu World, the Kamo Family was originally his main base.
Therefore, the appearance of such an oddity, using Blood Manipulation, felt particularly unbelievable.
Like the others, Gojo Satoru was also hesitant about his judgment.
Because this contradicted the common knowledge he possessed; whether the Blood Manipulation Cursed Technique could achieve this level of power was another matter.
It is well known that one feature of Blood Manipulation is that it can only use the blood of the user themselves; otherwise, Kamo Family members wouldn't need to carry several blood packs when going out to fight.
But this massive amount right now... if it was all his blood, wouldn't that be a little too terrifying?
Forget the total blood of a human, even twenty cows wouldn't have that much blood, and the young man didn't have anywhere on him to store blood bags.
Gojo Satoru was filled with confusion regarding this young man who suddenly appeared beside him and acted familiar; it seemed the Kamo Family didn't have such a person.
"Thank you for your help, young man."
Otherwise, Gojo Satoru alone would have been completely unable to kill all the remaining Cursed Spirits.
"Don't mention it, Satoru."
Kenmyo pulled a few candies from his pocket and handed them to him.
"I'm not used to you suddenly being so polite."
"Here, you sweet tooth."
Kenmyo knew this guy mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique, so he was likely healing his internal Kenjaku damage while simultaneously using his Domain.
In Gojo Satoru's words, it was about maintaining the freshness of his Kenjaku at all times.
Because he had recently been going on missions with Suguru Geto and Gojo Satoru, Kenmyo always carried supplies, and the most common item he carried was candy.
Kenmyo usually didn't particularly like sweets.
But he couldn't stand how easily Gojo Satoru, that idiot, would slack off during missions.
When he slacked off, he would loudly demand sweets, and giving him one piece of candy would usually calm him down significantly.
"Frieren?"
The act of feeding him was so natural that Gojo Satoru subconsciously took the candy, still slightly disbelieving what he saw.
Looking at the familiar candy wrapper that only existed in his memory, those sealed years suddenly came flooding back.
Don't dismiss it as just a simple candy.
That was the candy Gojo Satoru loved most during his student days.
So why did he stop liking it after graduation?
He still liked it, but the manufacturer in far-off Sweden had simply gone bankrupt.
That's why Gojo Satoru couldn't eat it anymore.
By the time the old men in his family relinquished power and Gojo Satoru finally had the capability to control the overseas market...
Forget the factory; the company that founded it had disappeared entirely, destination unknown.
"Is it just the wrapper that looks similar?"
Gojo Satoru anxiously tore open the wrapper, revealing the crystal-clear candy inside.
Moreover, a wonderful fruity fragrance immediately assailed his nostrils.
At this moment, Gojo Satoru's hands were trembling.
It really seemed to be the candy from his memory.
When he put the candy into his mouth, the flavor that only existed in his memory completely conquered his taste buds.
That familiar sweet and sour taste instantly made Gojo Satoru feel like he had returned to his student days.
The days he spent with Suguru, Shoko, and Utahime back then.
Rather than just a candy, it was a sweet remembrance that took him back to the past.
The bankrupt manufacturer, the candy he could never eat again, and the friends separated by life and death—these constituted the irreparable regrets of Gojo Satoru's entire youth during his student days.
"Seriously? Big Brother."
Kenmyo rolled his eyes. Did the middle-aged Gojo Satoru have something wrong with his head?
This overly sentimental appearance didn't look like the strongest in the Jujutsu World at all.
"Hey, Boss!"
Fushiguro Toji was blasted back, his feet dragging a long mark across the ground to release the recoil on his body.
Fushiguro Toji had several burn marks on him, and his originally creamy white Cashmere Sweater was scorched black.
He had just fought those Cursed Spirits.
He originally planned to take advantage of the chaos to eliminate one Cursed Spirit.
However, his plan failed too early.
It would have been more perfect to wait until the opponent had further lost their fighting capacity before harvesting.
"Fushiguro Toji?"
Gojo Satoru still had a very deep impression of Fushiguro Toji.
After all, he was the first man who caused the mission, where he and Suguru's strongest duo were deployed together, to fail.
He was also the enemy who entrusted his own child to the person who killed him.
Now, this man's son is one of his most proudly regarded students.
"Yo, Gojo Family brat."
Fushiguro Toji found Gojo Satoru's expression, which looked like he had seen a ghost, quite amusing.
"Long time no see."
"Thank you for taking care of my kid all these years."
Gojo Satoru felt there were too many surprises today.
Moreover, Fushiguro Toji was calling that mysterious young man "Boss."
Everything that Gojo Satoru found abnormal pointed toward that young man; he was growing increasingly curious about the youth's true identity.
A considerable commotion came from afar.
It sounded somewhat like an active volcano erupting.
The few people immediately cast their gaze there.
They saw a Fiery Column filled with high temperatures shooting straight into the sky.
"Enough with the little tricks."
Just now, Jogo, Hanami, and Mahito simultaneously used Simple Domain to cover their hands, finally destroying all those strange, disgusting things—the Blood Manipulation—that seemed to possess life.
"You bastard, you played us terribly."
Both of Jogo's hands were engulfed in raging flames, and his single eye was bloodshot.
"You bastard brat, are you the one who killed Dagon?"
Jogo had caught a faint scent of Fushiguro Toji just now—the smell of the sea.
But even if the scent on that man was strong, it wasn't as potent as the smell on the damned brat next to Gojo Satoru.
It was exactly the scent of Jogo's good friend.
The Special Grade Cursed Spirit that Kenmyo had previously decided to turn into a Cursed Energy Ball to take back to his Older Sister.
Therefore, Jogo's rage level instantly skyrocketed.
As he said before, if he encountered the person who killed his friend, Jogo would absolutely not hold back.
He would burn that guy into ashes, every last bit, just to alleviate the hatred in his heart.
"Are you talking about that octopus?"
Kenmyo didn't mind the Cursed Spirit's murderous appearance at all, and cooperatively provided the description of the Cursed Spirit from his memory.
"Its grilled fish tasted pretty good."
"Also, that octopus seemed to cry easily; if you hit it a couple of times, tears would stream down."
Kenmyo had thought all Cursed Spirits were firm and unyielding.
He didn't expect to find such a softie; it was quite funny.
"Damn it!!!"
Jogo was so angry smoke came out of his seven orifices.
Steam was even rising from his mouth.
"When we came here earlier, we ran into Megumi," Kenmyo said to Gojo Satoru.
"Because that Cursed Spirit could use a Domain, they were caught in a tough fight."
"So Fushiguro Toji and I exorcised that Special Grade Cursed Spirit."
"That damned brat."
"Wait, Jogo."
Mahito stepped forward and placed a hand on the nearly berserk Jogo, trying to restrain him.
But as soon as Mahito placed his hand on the one-eyed Cursed Spirit, it was immediately scalded by the intense heat.
"Let go!" Jogo's tone was extremely cold.
"Let's handle the main task first; don't rush that matter."
If Jogo rushed up to deal with the young man, it would cause a severe loss of combat power, and if they scattered, they wouldn't be able to retrieve the target.
"How much effort did we spend to get here today? Have you forgotten?" Mahito said through gritted teeth.
"Don't let Dagon's sacrifice be in vain, Jogo."
"Hanami, you agree, right?"
The Cursed Spirit whose eyes were entirely made of branches also stepped forward and pressed down on him, shaking its head at Jogo.
"Dagon's death grieves me too."
Hanami's voice resembled a female vocal range, making its speech particularly gentle.
"But we cannot forget his sacrifice."
"After we seal Gojo Satoru, we will go kill that brat together."
What more could Jogo say at this point?
Hanami had been kind to him.
Once, Jogo foolishly attacked Gojo Satoru alone and had his skullcap ripped right off.
In the end, it was Hanami who risked its life to snatch his head back from under Gojo Satoru's foot.
That's how he survived.
"This old man understands."
Jogo believed in getting revenge immediately, but besides that, once Gojo Satoru was sealed, dealing with that brat using the combined strength of the four of them would indeed be easy.
Although the combat power the young man briefly displayed was quite astonishing, Gojo Satoru absolutely took priority over everything else.
"They actually calmed down without me?"
Suguru Geto, whose eyes were open, opened the door and walked out.
"These beasts really are something; all they do is argue all day."
If he didn't appear now for the final battle, when would he?
Thanks to that young man of unknown origin, Suguru Geto had once again found the opportunity to seal Gojo Satoru.
"Sure enough, they have to rely on me at the critical moment."
"That bunch of trash is completely unreliable."
The four Special Grade Cursed Spirits agreed that Gojo Satoru was their main concern.
Once this truly troublesome guy was dealt with, the remaining two were just Small Fries.
They were simply nothing to fear.
"Clap, clap. Clap."
But sudden applause made them shift their gaze back to the young man who had killed Dagon.
"Are you really Cursed Spirits?"
Although they had decided to let him live a little longer, Kenmyo proactively walked toward them, his arrogant steps suggesting he didn't care that he was approaching four extremely high-danger Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
"Wait, young man."
Gojo Satoru tried to reach out and stop him.
But Kenmyo only left him a back view, not turning his head.
"Gojo Family brat, even if you died, that guy might not die."
Fushiguro Toji volunteered an explanation, then slowly followed behind him, walking toward the four Special Grades.
No choice.
The Boss went ahead; if he didn't follow, what if the Boss wouldn't let him die later?
"Just watch."
"How were these Cursed Spirits killed by the two of us?"
"This is the first time I've seen Cursed Spirits huddle together for warmth."
Fushiguro Toji's perceptiveness only elicited a soft chuckle from Kenmyo, who said nothing else.
"Fierce beasts always walk alone; sheep flock together."
"It's always Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru!"
"Mere Cursed Spirits, don't get too arrogant with me."
Kenmyo instantly appeared directly in front of the four Special Grade Cursed Spirits, aiming for one of them.
Because Jogo seemed to listen to it the most.
"Crack."
Kenmyo grabbed the Cursed Spirit's eyes—which were two long branches—with both hands.
Under his violent tearing, the two branches were pulled right off, and he then stabbed them back into its head, splattering a large amount of blood.
Of course, that wasn't all.
Under the shocked gazes of the other three Cursed Spirits, Kenmyo proceeded to tear the Cursed Spirit apart with his bare hands.
He ripped the Cursed Spirit apart, starting from its head, with a tearing sound.
It was the kind of speed where the eyes could see it, but the hands couldn't keep up, leaving no time to react.
It wasn't until Hanami's blood splattered all over them that they fully reacted.
Kenmyo, bathed in the Cursed Spirit's blood, showed a ferocious smile.
"Did you think I was inferior to him?"
This smile instilled a ridiculous sense of fear in the hearts of the Special Grade Cursed Spirits, but it was immediately replaced by explosive rage the next second.
Another friend died right in front of them.
"Dagon, Hanami."
"He killed one that quickly?"
Gojo Satoru watched the young man, who had seemed gentle moments ago, suddenly descend like a God of Slaughter and tear a Cursed Spirit apart with his bare hands.
He never possessed this level of strength at that age.
"Satoru, I want to eat that candy too."
But just as Gojo Satoru was about to step forward to help the young man, a familiar voice—one he thought he would never hear again in this life—reached his ears.
Gojo Satoru turned his head in disbelief and saw the friend he had personally killed standing perfectly fine right in front of him.
It was Suguru Geto.
He was wearing his familiar robe and said with a smile, "Can you give me one?"
What was going on today?
All the familiar faces from Gojo Satoru's past were appearing one after another.
Was this a class reunion?
And while Gojo Satoru was stunned, Geto Suguru took out a small iron square box and threw it onto the ground.
It was the Prison Realm.
Suguru Geto said with a smile, "Open!"