After Genshin, one of the most famous Buddhist monks of the Tendai sect in Neon a thousand years ago, died, he was transformed into a Buddha.
The mysterious Prison Realm, with its three major characteristics of Absolute Self-Sealing, Forced Weakening, and Time Confusion, established its position as the 'number one' sealing-type Special Grade Cursed Tool of its era.
Whether Cursed Spirits or humans, no matter how powerful, there was nothing the legendary Special Grade Cursed Tool, Prison Realm, could not seal.
It is a 'living barrier'!
It was also the confidence Kenjaku held in his hand, allowing him to appear before Gojo Satoru and completely seal him.
Otherwise, Kenjaku would not have spent so much time taking complete control of the entire Kamo Family, relying on their vast resources solely to search for this Cursed Tool.
It took approximately a hundred years, and it was finally found on an ancient shipwreck from seven hundred years ago, at a depth of four thousand meters below the Pacific Ocean surface, washed there by ocean currents.
Accompanying Suguru Geto, he smiled and said, "Open!"
Suddenly, several clear bloodlines appeared on the surface of the small metal box on the ground and immediately cracked open, simultaneously revealing large chunks of flesh rapidly growing out from within, stretching in four directions.
Each of the four thick corners had a box-like object, and at the intersection of the diagonals was a giant eye.
That eye was filled with resentment, Cursed Energy flowing like blood from it, looking like a starfish with outstretched limbs.
Just a moment ago it was a metal box; who would have thought that inside was this tense, disgusting, living entity?
Moreover, the wide-open eye in the very center, along with the metal-like clamps around it, gripped the eyelids of that bizarre thing and pulled them straight in four directions, giving the impression that they didn't want the eye to close, so they pulled it open tightly. In short, it was a bit hair-raising to look at.
The object of that eye's gaze was Gojo Satoru, staring intently, as if to imprint the entire person opposite it onto its pupil.
But Gojo Satoru actually felt nothing towards the strange thing directly in front of him, completely ignoring it.
Because his gaze and attention were entirely fixed on Suguru Geto, who had suddenly appeared.
"Geto."
For Gojo Satoru, neither seeing the resurrected Fushiguro Toji nor eating the candy from his student days could compare to the shock of witnessing his best friend, whom he had personally killed, standing before him again.
"An impostor?"
"A transformation Cursed Technique?"
No, it wasn't that simple.
Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes could perceive everything, see through all Cursed Techniques, all disguises; nothing could hide from these eyes.
So, Gojo Satoru's eyes immediately told him that the person in front of him was Suguru Geto.
It was the real deal.
It was Suguru Geto, himself!
"Mm, Satoru."
Seeing Gojo Satoru's shocked expression, Suguru Geto's smile deepened, filled with mockery.
He spoke in the same gentle voice Gojo Satoru remembered, greeting him as if they had never broken apart.
"It's me, Suguru Geto."
However, Suguru Geto—no, Kenjaku—
missed one crucial point.
That was, among the few people present, Gojo Satoru wasn't the only one shocked to see him appear in that body.
Soon, Kenjaku would learn what true misfortune was, and he would definitely regret appearing here with a stitched line on his forehead.
"Is that Geto?"
Kenmyo had imagined many scenarios of what it would be like to meet his two friends from a future timeline.
But the reality of the future far exceeded his expectations, more absurd than any novel.
The man, in Kenmyo's imagination, even after twenty years, Suguru Geto's appearance hadn't changed much.
He still had his hair tied up with that strange fringe, only now wearing a black robe, giving off an inexplicable aura of a charlatan.
"And is that the Prison Realm?"
Kenmyo also had one in his hand, so he wasn't surprised at all; that was the manifestation of the Prison Realm opening.
Suguru Geto's appearance was not to reminisce with Gojo Satoru, but to seal him with the Prison Realm.
Suguru Geto was serious about Gojo Satoru; the Prison Realm was now fully open.
When those Special Grade Cursed Spirits said they wanted to seal Gojo Satoru, Kenmyo was still wondering how to seal a fully powered Gojo Satoru, but when he saw the Prison Realm, he understood.
The appearing Suguru Geto and the group of Cursed Spirits were together, meaning he was the true mastermind behind this Shibuya Incident, making Gojo Satoru heavily expend mental energy on the small fry.
Those two, once as close as brothers, were now resorting to such underhanded tactics against each other. This future was truly interesting.
However, Kenmyo quickly noticed something different.
Or rather, it was the matter he truly cared about now, the trace he had been investigating.
Kenmyo noticed a particularly obvious stitch mark on Suguru Geto's forehead!
Kenmyo would never forget that stitch mark for his entire life.
Kenmyo instantly remembered that before he took over the Kamo Family, the head elder of the Kamo Family, Kamo Kenichiro, also had that same stitch mark on his forehead.
When he went to check, he found that the part of the elder's head where the brain should have been was missing; the inside was empty, leaving only the skull and the opened upper skull, or the crown.
Not only that, the knife used by the murderer who killed Kenmyo's sister was a special Special Grade Cursed Tool, also provided by a woman with a similar stitch mark.
However, with the disappearance of that Cursed Tool, Kenmyo also lost the clue to trace the murderer.
Now, the owner of that stitch mark had appeared before him again, and in the body of Kenmyo's friend, Suguru Geto.
"Hehehehe."
The surprise came too suddenly; Kenmyo's brain stopped working.
Now he only knew one thing.
The real culprit who caused all the misfortunes in his life and took his sister's life was right there.
"This future, I really came to the right place."
Kenmyo's body began to tremble.
He had once wondered how he would vent his emotions when he found the culprit, since the warhammer simulator had stripped him of his anger.
But when Kenmyo truly found the culprit, his heart was filled with immense relief.
Fortunately, the warhammer simulator had stripped him of his anger, otherwise he couldn't guarantee that he would remain indifferent when facing the true murderer of his sister, who was right there.
Perhaps at the first sight of that stitch mark, he would have lost control of his killing intent and torn that person to shreds with the most brutal methods.
Even if that guy occupied the body of Kenmyo's friend, Suguru Geto, it would be useless; it couldn't withstand his boiling killing intent.
"Hahahahaha."
Kenmyo's face revealed a smile far more cruel than when he tore Hanami apart, using his thumb to flick the blood dripping on his face backward, leaving a clear bloodstain.
If earlier it was just to make that simple-minded Cursed Spirit completely lose control, requiring him to play along, then now his mood was incredibly wild, and his eyes were even colder and more thorough than before.
"Boss?"
Fushiguro Toji's entire body stiffened as he sensed a threat. He possessed the most outstanding sensory abilities bestowed by his Heavenly Restriction.
He had originally intended to step forward and pick one lucky recipient among the remaining three Special Grade Cursed Spirits to slash twice, but as he was about to act, the hairs on his body stood on end.
Because he was suddenly surprised to find that his Boss's aura had become extremely dangerous.
If his Boss's danger level was already at one hundred just now, it was now rapidly soaring, even reaching an absurd one thousand.
Extremely dangerous. Fushiguro Toji's skin felt as if sharp blades were cutting him, making him completely terrified.
"I'm going to die."
Fushiguro Toji swallowed. If anyone dared to provoke his Boss at this moment, they would undoubtedly be pulverized.
What the hell was it?
What could make his Boss, who usually took everything in stride, show such a man-eating expression?
Fushiguro Toji followed Kenmyo's gaze and recognized Suguru Geto over there.
"Isn't that the snake-wielding brat from back then?"
Suguru Geto once possessed the strongest defensive Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Rainbow Dragon, which was killed by Fushiguro Toji.
So Fushiguro Toji had some impression of this guy who possessed Cursed Spirit Manipulation; they were both darlings of the heavens.
An object of Fushiguro Toji's jealousy back then.
Yet he was defeated by a monkey who couldn't use Cursed Energy.
If he remembered correctly, he should have let him live back then.
Because Fushiguro Toji wasn't sure if the Cursed Spirits sealed within Suguru Geto would rampage if he killed him.
So, was his Boss's anger due to Suguru Geto over there?
The pain of losing one's only family member in the world; even a common man's rage can cause blood to spill three feet.
How much more so Kenmyo, who now possessed the power to wantonly trample the rules of the world?
But don't forget, he just killed Hanami, then walked away as if no one else was there, completely disregarding the three Special Grade Cursed Spirits and heading straight for Suguru Geto.
Such wanton behavior was unheard of. The Special Grade Cursed Spirits had lived for such a long time, and no one had ever ignored them to this extent.
Kenmyo's casual departure after killing the Cursed Spirit angered all of them, especially a certain Special Grade Cursed Spirit who had just witnessed his friend die before his eyes.
Hanami might have died too carelessly; Jogo was still in a dazed state.
It wasn't until the branch that was originally stuck in Hanami's eyeball splattered onto Jogo, falling on his scarf.
"Hanami."
Jogo tremblingly picked up the withered branch, which had already shattered into several pieces, and instantly realized that yet another one of his friends had died before him.
At once, the string called 'reason' that had suppressed Jogo's naturally volatile temperament snapped.
The originally dim basement was instantly enveloped by towering flames, the air thick with the smell of sulfur, becoming incredibly hot.
Even the nearby steel supports began to melt into molten iron, and Jogo's Cursed Energy erupted from all directions, with an endless stream of magma spewing from his head and ears.
Jogo's abnormal Cursed Energy rampage was immediately noticed by Suguru Geto.
"Hanami is also dead."
"They were all useless anyway. If they died, they died, it makes no difference."
Since Kenjaku's goal had already been achieved, even if all those Special Grade Cursed Spirits died, it had nothing to do with him.
The condition for sealing with the Prison Realm is for one minute of internal time to pass for the sealed person.
And Gojo Satoru, having fallen into memories with his best friend, saw one minute of internal time flash by.
The Prison Realm immediately changed its form, shifting from its open state to seven or eight pillars.
These pillar-like objects appeared on Gojo Satoru, completely pinning him down and making him unable to move.
Exactly one minute of internal time.
Otherwise, if they really had to stall Gojo Satoru for a full minute, it would be extremely difficult.
At least three of the four Special Grade Cursed Spirits there would have to die, and Suguru Geto would have to participate in the fight; even then, they might not succeed.
Suguru Geto calculated that he still had time to deliver a victory speech and thoroughly crush this guy's pride.
"It's good enough that Gojo Satoru is sealed."
Just as planned, the enraged Jogo should be able to stall the two people over there, and the entire plan was steadily moving forward exactly as he had envisioned.
"You damned brat!!!"
Jogo, enraged to the extreme, widened its eyes.
Hotter than the magma itself was its roar.
"There's a limit to looking down on us! I'm going to burn you to ashes!"
Jogo, nearly losing its mind, instantly unleashed the immense Cursed Energy on its body.
It quickly overlapped its hands, pressing its thumbs and index fingers together, interlocking its middle and ring fingers, and curling its pinkies upward.
"Domain Expansion!"
This was the Esoteric Buddhist "Outer Lion Seal."
The hand sign was unique to Jogo's Domain, the gesture for activating the technique.
With his friends dying one after another in front of him, and the insult he had just suffered, Jogo did not hesitate, immediately activating its most powerful move, which could only be used once a day: "Coffin of the Iron Mountain!!!"
Unlike that octopus's Domain of Azure Sea and Golden Sand, Jogo sacrificed all flashy elements purely for practicality.
The black Domain, filled with dark brown rock walls, instantly enveloped Kenmyo, and the moment the Domain formed, influenced by the Caster's rage...
Without any preamble, it immediately began releasing endless magma like a super volcano erupting, with magma surging out from every direction, 360 degrees without blind spots, covering the sky and earth.
That temperature was absolutely terrifyingly high, the hottest temperature found in the Earth's core.
Jogo, who only plays in high-stakes matches, is a Cursed Spirit of the Earth, born from humanity's fear of the land, allowing it to freely control the power of magma.
"Let this old man burn you to ashes."
Meanwhile, Kenmyo, standing within it, ignored the scorching magma attacking from all directions and continued walking in his original direction.
Because Kenmyo didn't even need to act; Ryu would settle everything for him.
Immediately above Kenmyo, a holy nun appeared, praying with her hands clasped, with three pairs of Seraphim wings, five meters long, slowly flapping behind her.
The movement of the wings instantly generated a massive blizzard, whose bone-chilling cold was the exact opposite of the scorching magma over there.
A terrifying wave of Cursed Technique swept across Jogo's entire Domain.
By the time Jogo reacted, its black and gray Domain had already transformed into a white world, a frozen landscape from a fairy tale.
Even the air Jogo exhaled, which was magma, was frozen solid.
The scorching heat that was over a thousand degrees one moment was replaced by a temperature of at least minus ninety degrees the next, everything enveloped in a chill capable of freezing all life.
Thus, Jogo's Domain burst apart.
Suguru Geto had just been marveling at how smoothly everything was going, but the suddenly shattered Domain and the sweeping gale instantly dragged Suguru Geto back from his contemplation to reality.
An expression of disbelief quickly appeared on Suguru Geto's face, because in his peripheral vision, he saw purple blood light filling the sky.
Purple blood, without a doubt, belonged to a Cursed Spirit.
"What exactly happened?"
Why was Jogo's Domain destroyed?!
Suguru Geto had thought it was a sure thing that the extremely enraged Jogo would use his Domain to take down that brat.
But Suguru Geto watched the entire process of Jogo, covered in ice shards, being dismembered.
The unknown young man reached out, penetrated Jogo's Cursed Energy defense, and fiercely gripped Jogo's neck, lifting it up.
"You..."
Jogo immediately felt a strong sense of suffocation; its neck felt like it was about to be twisted off.
Well, it had already been completely twisted off.
With a single exertion of force, Kenmyo twisted the head off the neck.
"Impossible! Jogo is in a state of complete rage right now! How could someone deal with him this easily?"
Mahito, standing not far away, said in disbelief.
Kenmyo forcefully swung his hand, shaking off all the blood.
At the same time, Jogo's wide-eyed head rolled away.
The body and the head were now separated by a considerable distance.
Jogo's decapitated body was the most powerful deterrent; whoever dared to stop him would meet this fate.
Kenmyo casually tossed an object, throwing it in front of Suguru Geto.
The small metal box made Suguru Geto widen his eyes.
"The Prison Realm?"
"It must be fake."
Wasn't the Prison Realm already impaling Gojo Satoru? Then where did this object the young man tossed come from?
Suguru Geto knew that the Prison Realm was divided into two parts: the Front Gate and the Rear Gate.
"Tengen's?"
The Rear Gate of the Prison Realm was in Tengen's hands, but the Rear Gate could not be used for sealing; it was simply the other door.
However, the authority to open the gate lay with the Prison Realm that Suguru Geto held.
And the next second, a voice so cold it felt like a chilling wind blowing directly from hell reached Suguru Geto's ear.
"Prison Realm," Kenmyo said, "Open."
"It's real, holy crap!"
Under Kenjaku's disbelieving gaze, the small metal box left on the ground not far away underwent the same transformation as the previous one.
It changed from a small box back into the shape of a large, sideways starfish, with the strange large eye in the center looking incredibly real, Cursed Energy flowing down like blood.
"It's actually the real thing."
Only when he was gazed upon by that eye did Suguru Geto realize something was terribly wrong.
"No, now is not the time to think."
He clearly knew that if the time spent being stared at by that eye—i.e., his internal time—exceeded one minute, he would be forced into a zero Cursed Energy state, just like Gojo Satoru over there.
But would Kenmyo allow him to succeed?
He wouldn't be given any chance to escape.
Kenmyo slowly raised his arm toward Suguru Geto, then clenched his fist.
Suguru Geto, who was just about to leave, suddenly felt his body unable to move; he was now tightly held in the grip of a massive hand made entirely of bone.
The source was a skeleton framework extending from Kenmyo's body, the bony, articulated hand gripping him directly.
This was very familiar to Suguru Geto; it was not hard to recognize it as some mutated application of Blood Manipulation.
"No, I can't think anymore."
But Jogo's dismemberment, the second Prison Realm, and this ridiculously powerful Blood Manipulation—where did this young man come from, and why was he so absurd?
The sheer volume of information was overwhelming.
Suguru Geto received such a massive amount of information in an instant, and "not thinking" meant he couldn't contemplate any method of breaking the situation.
Because if the internal time exceeded one minute, Kenjaku would be locked by that eye.
This was already a checkmate.
How could there be a way to escape without thinking?
"Geto—"
Mahito tried to move over, but suddenly, an unimaginably thick wall of ice stood there, separating them.
The cold emanating from it was the extreme opposite of the heat on Jogo's body.
Slowly emerging from the ice wall was a figure.
It was a beautiful woman, like an elf, wearing a black and white nun's habit, her eyes covered by black cloth.
But her terrifying Cursed Energy fluctuation was enough to make the Special Grade Cursed Spirits over there look on in awe.
"Did you know?"
"I actually came from the past; I am a Time Traveler."
How could Kenmyo not know the method for using the Prison Realm?
So he intended to fix this guy in place and make one minute of internal time pass for him.
Therefore, Kenmyo took out a photo of the three of them and showed it to Suguru Geto.
"You, Gojo, and I were very close friends in another timeline."
When Kenjaku heard Kenmyo's words, he didn't believe it at first.
"What is this?"
So Kenmyo showed Kenjaku a photo: a picture of a young, student-era Gojo Satoru, coolly wearing sunglasses, with both hands affectionately wrapped around Suguru Geto and Kenmyo, one on the left and one on the right.
Kenmyo didn't need him to believe it; this was called using the enemy's own methods against them.
Suguru Geto only needed a moment of astonishment to fulfill the one-minute internal time condition.
This became the final straw that broke him.
Thus, just as with Gojo Satoru moments before, the Prison Realm immediately activated and deformed.
Eight pillars completely restrained Suguru Geto's body.
The purpose of these pillars was to isolate the sealed person's Cursed Energy.
Next, only a single word from Kenmyo was needed.
To activate the Cursed Technique and seal Suguru Geto along with the Prison Realm.
But regarding Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto was now helpless.
Because closing the Prison Realm still required the holder to use a tiny bit of Cursed Energy to activate it.
But Suguru Geto, currently restrained by the Prison Realm, likely couldn't do it.
His Cursed Energy was suppressed so thoroughly that he couldn't even use Cursed Energy, let alone move a single finger.
Thus, the scene on the field was now comical: the guy occupying Suguru Geto's body, just like Gojo Satoru, had his movements sealed by the Prison Realm.
The two immobilized individuals could only stare wide-eyed at each other.