"You are from the past."
When Kenmyo was forcefully increasing the intensity on Kenjaku, Gojo Satoru, who was nearby, also overheard.
"And a friend of mine and Geto's."
It's truly incredible. How can there be a Cursed Technique that transcends time and space?
"Is that for real?"
Gojo Satoru's eyes widened as he spoke each word, thinking his ears were playing tricks on him.
The reason this powerful young man in front of him was so young was because his age was the same as Gojo Satoru twenty-something years ago, and he was even his classmate back then.
He was transported to the future by some unknown Cursed Technique.
To Gojo Satoru's question, Kenmyo merely said lightly,
"When you were five years old, you once used your Six Eyes…"
Kenmyo's words were immediately interrupted by Gojo Satoru before he could finish.
"Stop, bro, I'm already sweating profusely."
Gojo Satoru actually, for once, blushed.
"You truly are my good brother."
Kenmyo's words were far more convincing than the photo he showed Gojo Satoru.
Because this incident was only known to his childhood self, it was a shameful secret meant to be buried forever.
Did his self from another timeline even tell him such a thing? He must have trusted him to an incredibly absurd degree.
But then again, that makes sense.
Powerful, reliable, and also knows how to take care of teammates—where can you find such a friend?
Although Gojo Satoru had only spent a short time with him, he had a rare experience of what it felt like to be protected.
Kenmyo protected Gojo Satoru and helped him kill the remaining approximately 800 Cursed Spirits; he was super reliable.
And he even gave him candy, which meant he must have relied on him a lot to put his favorite candy with him.
So that photo was real too.
Gojo Satoru also saw his student self, smiling so happily without any pressure, unlike the current him whose eyes had completely lost their light.
When he showed it to him.
Gojo Satoru could feel that it was a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart; his younger self was so spirited and confident.
"Well, I'll be, so that's how it is."
No wonder Gojo Satoru was able to taste candy that had been out of production for so many years again. That wonderful taste, which only existed in his memories, had been gone for a full 20 years.
"Damn it, how can there be two Prison Realms?"
Jogo, whose head had been completely pulled off by Kenmyo with one hand, lay on the ground, isolated.
It stared blankly at everything happening in the distance, hardly believing what its eyes were seeing.
However, when recalling that Dagon was dead and Hanami was also dead, a desire to die began to sprout in Jogo's heart.
"Whether it's turning the world into a paradise for Cursed Spirits, or our future…"
Jogo knew very well that originally, Gojo Satoru being locked in the Prison Realm was a sure win.
But due to the appearance of that damned young man, everything became a mess, and all their efforts turned to dust.
"Everything is over."
Even Suguru Geto, the hope of the entire village, was locked up by the young man with a second Prison Realm, pulled out from who knows where.
The Prison Realm was also very familiar to Jogo, as he was a very long-lived Cursed Spirit and had coveted this Cursed Tool for a long time.
Jogo had once even made a bet with Suguru Geto: if he could kill Gojo Satoru, he would give him the Prison Realm.
But the outcome was also quite cruel; just like the current Jogo, his head was torn off by Gojo Satoru and firmly trampled underfoot. If Hanami hadn't sacrificed herself to save him, Jogo might have already been dead.
"Damn it, Suguru Geto is also useless."
He clearly knew that as long as he avoided one minute passing in his mind, he wouldn't be sealed.
It was like knowing the correct answer but still getting it wrong.
Jogo cursed under his breath, wondering what that brat showed Suguru Geto.
Was it lewd pictures? To actually make Suguru Geto, who knew the condition for the Prison Realm's sealing was one minute passing in the mind, fall for his trick and get sealed instantly.
Being locked by an activated Prison Realm basically meant Suguru Geto was beyond saving.
Even if Jogo had ten brains, he couldn't figure out where the second Prison Realm came from. If it wasn't a divine trick, how could there be two items powerful enough to seal Gojo Satoru!
Where did that brat, whose strength might be even more terrifying than Gojo Satoru's, come from?
His strength was so despair-inducing that all of Jogo's hopes were dashed.
Jogo suddenly coughed up a pool of blood. His vision was already fading into darkness. Logically, such an injury should be regenerable for a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
After all, the last time he came back alive from Gojo Satoru, he only had a head left, and it still grew back.
But this time was different; that damned brat used something unknown, and the Cursed Energy contained a substance that was highly toxic to Cursed Spirits.
It was continuously destroying the residual tissues in Jogo's head, which made his already not-so-abundant Cursed Energy even thinner, and this damage was irreversible.
So Jogo's head could already feel itself dissipating, and its color was turning gray.
Before passing away, Jogo felt his head being picked up, and then it seemed like someone was trying to inject a Reverse Cursed Technique into it, hoping to give it new vitality this way.
But this situation was different, particularly troublesome.
"Mahito?"
Jogo, whose vision had completely disappeared, spoke in a desolate tone.
"Don't mind me, I'm beyond saving."
"I had long anticipated this day, I just didn't expect it to come so quickly."
"There's nothing to be sad about, I just wasn't skilled enough."
Jogo did not fear death; he only feared that his death would be meaningless.
Jogo had once made a wish.
A hundred years from now, it doesn't have to be me laughing loudly in the wilderness, as long as Cursed Spirits stand proudly in this world.
"Then my efforts won't be in vain."
Mahito was Jogo's only splash of color in this world devoid of hope and future.
"Don't go looking for Sukuna."
Jogo used the last bit of strength in his body, his eyes almost bulging out, and said,
"Live well."
Cursed Spirits have a much longer lifespan than humans; they just need to outlive those two people.
Mahito is a Cursed Spirit born from human anger and hatred, so it's understandable that his growth potential is extremely high.
If he were given hundreds or thousands of years to accumulate all the malice in this world, that would undoubtedly be a terrifying thing.
At that point, Mahito shouldn't be called a Cursed Spirit, but rather a god, right?
That's why Jogo hoped Mahito could live longer, not constantly repeat the mistakes of his companions and die along the way.
Mahito is the Cursed Spirit with the highest growth potential among them, which is why Jogo considered him their last hope.
"Jogo."
Mahito looked at Jogo, who had completely turned to dust in his hands, his heart filled with sorrow.
Companions dying one after another, and the enemy's strength being so formidable.
Even Mahito, one of the powerful Special Grade Cursed Spirits, felt his own strength was so laughable. In the eyes of an absolute powerhouse, he was probably no different from a wild weed that could be trampled at will by the roadside.
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"But…"
"I'm sorry, Jogo."
"I probably can't fulfill your dying wish."
Mahito didn't want to wait another hundred years; he wanted to seize the day.
"We haven't lost yet, we still have a trump card."
This was a trump card that even the Special Grade Cursed Spirits considered whether to activate after successfully sealing Gojo Satoru in their hypothetical scenario, even leading to fierce arguments.
But Jogo was dead, Hanami was dead, Dagon was dead, Suguru Geto was gone.
Could it get any worse than this?
Mahito touched his chest; inside, there was actually a key that could overturn the current situation.
"As long as he is here, the era of us Cursed Spirits will surely descend."
Nineteen Fingers would definitely be enough to kill that damned brat.
Without even time to grieve for Hanami, Dagon, and Jogo, Mahito had to rush off immediately to find the strongest curse in history.
The King of Curses from a thousand years ago,
The Four-Armed Demonic God - Ryomen Sukuna.
There is a special existence in the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, which is the vessel, the incarnated object, of that incredible guy.
That is, the thing that gave Kenmyo the first impression of definitely being a jock.
Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna's vessel.
Mahito actually felt a faint sense of relief. Because he and Choso were relatively weak, the enemy didn't even glance at them when they wanted to leave.
"Hey, did my Boss say you could leave?"
Fushiguro Toji saw the two Cursed Spirits trying to leave without a word.
As an employee of Kenmyo, it would be unacceptable not to stop them.
Moreover, Fushiguro Toji hadn't really made a move just now, so he was itching for a fight. Seeing these two guys about to leave,
Would Fushiguro Toji let them go?
As for these two, if they teamed up and could kill him? That would be even better for him.
Even if they couldn't kill him, it would still be some fun for Fushiguro Toji.
This was a win-win situation by any calculation, posing no risk to him.
So, rounding up, Fushiguro Toji wouldn't lose out either way and just charged forward.
With the Special Grade Cursed Tool Soul Eater Blade, which can cut through any hardness, in hand, Fushiguro Toji was not afraid of these two guys.
And these two guys were far less powerful than the Cursed Spirits his Boss had killed. Even if this body couldn't exert 100% of his combat power from when he was alive, he still had the strength to fight again.
"Then go to hell."
Mahito and Choso began to attack Fushiguro Toji simultaneously.
However, it wasn't just Mahito who wanted to find Yuji Itadori; other forces were also looking for him.
"Mimiko, is Yuji nearby?"
At this moment, on the third underground level of this subway station platform, two JK girls walked hand-in-hand through the passage.
Of these two, one girl had dark skin, while the other had fair skin. They both looked quite young, like they had just reached adulthood.
One of them was holding a phone, searching around. Their phones were materialized with Cursed Energy, so they had certain functionalities and could even be used in combat.
"I don't know, Nanako."
"We must find Lord Sukuna!"
These two girls actually had a special identity: they were Suguru Geto's adopted daughters.
Their only wish now as sisters was to "kill and grant Lord Geto peace!"
At this moment, Nanako and Mimiko were both pacing on the subway platform, supporting each other as they moved forward.
Because they had also taken a hit from Gojo Satoru's Unlimited Void, they were in such a sorry state. They had been mixed in with the crowd at the time, but they just had such bad luck.
Mahito had a total of Nineteen Fingers, and the last remaining one was in Nanako and Mimiko's hands.
There were a total of 20 fingers. If Yuji Itadori consumed all of them, there was no doubt that Ryomen Sukuna would be completely resurrected, and the horror of a thousand years ago would once again descend upon the human world.
"Hahahaha."
Gojo Satoru looked at Suguru Geto, who was also restrained by the Prison Realm just like himself, and revealed a gloating smile.
"You're really pathetic, Geto."
Even though they were both in a predicament, Gojo Satoru still found the energy to laugh.
This is quite understandable. If you're not doing well, and your brother is doing great, it would definitely feel worse than killing him.
But if your brother is as down and out as you are, then it's practically a bond of intimacy.
So Gojo Satoru began to mock Suguru Geto freely.
"We were both fooled by a junior twenty years younger than us."
Kenjaku, however, had his eyes closed, ignoring Gojo Satoru's mockery, even tuning out the outside world and living in his own.
How to escape the Prison Realm?
It was already unsolvable.
"Satoru, one more thing."
Kenmyo shook his head and said.
"This guy isn't Geto resurrected."
Kenmyo sighed at Gojo Satoru, who was talking to Suguru Geto.
"Rather, this guy has taken over Geto's deceased body."
Before Gojo Satoru's disbelieving eyes, he removed the stitches on Suguru Geto's head and then lifted the skull.
Revealing the brain inside.
"Look, this brain can even smile."
At this moment, Kenjaku also spoke.
"How do you know?"
He said in a mocking tone,
"How disgusting."
Kenmyo, expressionless, pulled out a syringe and injected the prepared medicine into the brain.
Inside was a special stimulant that would prevent the enemy from going into shock due to extreme pain when he was a bit rougher. It could be said to be a very good reagent.
As an Apothecary, Kenmyo had no shortage of formulas; he understood all sorts of mixing ratios.
The injection he pulled out now could increase the patient's perception of pain to two or three times the original.
"Although I don't know what you are."
Kenjaku's true form was that brain. At this moment, he wanted to escape, but the stinging pain from his brain made him unable to control himself.
"But there's one good thing."
"You are my enemy."
Kenjaku's main body began to struggle violently, wanting to escape but unable to do so.
"Now, I've finally caught you."
Kenmyo had quite a lot of things in his system backpack, including various torture methods, just out of interest.
He laid out the tools from his toolbox, and Gojo Satoru was scared just looking at them.
Kenmyo was especially interested in interrogation, particularly when it came to his enemies.
"How do you think I'll treat you?"
Kenmyo put on white medical gloves. He was about to perform a live dissection, a real craniotomy, without anesthesia.
"Ever heard of a Lobotomy?"
So, Kenmyo discovered a new use for the Prison Realm: it could immobilize a patient, much like an operating table.