"Declaring war on four Special Grade sorcerers alone, Kenjaku, you really are something."
Sukuna looked at Kenjaku with cold disdain, his eyes filled with mockery.
Kenjaku shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. "Isn't this simply to create the right conditions for your decisive battle with Shion?"
"Oh, right. The Futsunushi and Hiten I gave you, you noticed something about them, didn't you?"
Sukuna spread his hands slightly. "I did. Construction Cursed Technique. Yorozu's ability."
"Exactly," Kenjaku replied with a chuckle. "Under my guidance, Yorozu used her life as a Binding Vow to reforge Futsunushi and Hiten through Construction."
"Once she dies, the Binding Vow activates. At that point, both cursed tools gain the ability to forcibly neutralize cursed techniques, similar to the Inverted Spear of Heaven. That makes them capable of countering the Six Eyes and Infinity."
He continued calmly, "There was a minor complication. Yorozu died immediately after being resurrected, but the Binding Vow still took effect."
"In truth, she understood from the beginning. The moment the vow was sealed, her fate was to sacrifice herself for those weapons someday."
Kenjaku's smile widened slightly.
"But the moment she heard they were meant for you, she agreed without hesitation."
Bang.
In an instant, Sukuna grabbed Kenjaku by the throat.
Kenjaku struggled, yet still sneered. "What is it? Has the King of Curses developed sympathy? Or perhaps feelings for Yorozu?"
"Sympathy?"
Sukuna's voice dripped with contempt.
"Do you really think I possess something so useless?"
"As for feelings? Don't be ridiculous."
"A thousand years ago, she approached me, rambling endlessly. I grew tired of it and cut her in half."
His grip tightened.
"I simply dislike that you altered my cursed tools without permission."
Kenjaku's face turned red, his limbs twitching as he struggled for air.
Only when he was on the verge of losing consciousness did Sukuna release him, tossing him aside like garbage.
"If not for the Binding Vow, I would have killed you."
"Cough... cough..."
Kenjaku gasped for breath, then slowly lifted his head, forcing a smile.
"No need to be so angry. I may have modified your weapons, but they are now perfectly suited to deal with Shion. That increases your chances of victory."
"Tch."
Sukuna clicked his tongue but did not argue.
Shion's existence had placed a pressure on him he had not felt in a thousand years.
Even if relying on cursed tools slightly diminished his pride, Sukuna had no intention of refusing.
He was confident, not foolish.
Kenjaku observed his expression and chuckled.
"So even the King of Curses can feel tension. Tell me, are you confident about the battle in two days?"
"I will win."
Sukuna's reply was simple, his tone absolute.
"As for you, facing four Special Grade sorcerers alone, you should worry about your own survival."
With that, he turned and left.
"Four Special Grades..."
Kenjaku lowered his head in thought before walking into a basement.
He exhaled slowly, his gaze sharpening.
"It seems I will have to use everything I have this time."
He retrieved four glass vessels from his pocket. Inside each, suspended in a crimson liquid, was a Cursed Womb.
A dense, malicious aura filled the air.
Kenjaku smiled in satisfaction.
He lifted one container. The face inside resembled Naoya Zenin.
"The bloodline of more than half the Zenin Clan."
He moved to the next. The appearance matched Noritoshi Kamo.
"The bloodline of more than half the Kamo Clan."
"And then..."
His expression grew more intense.
"The Gojo Clan bloodline I have collected over a thousand years, along with two generations of Six Eyes users I personally killed."
"Finally, the Emperor and members of the Imperial Family I recently disposed of."
Kenjaku's voice carried a trace of fanaticism.
"The strongest sorcerer in history is undoubtedly Ryomen Sukuna."
"But after his death, Japan did not find peace. Instead, it descended into an even darker age."
"Vengeful spirits that ravaged the land for a century. A puppet emperor who cursed his own bloodline. Treacherous officials born of the Snake Mother who sparked rebellion. A prince who died unjustly..."
"A true era of chaos."
He stared at the four vessels.
"These four may not rival Sukuna, but they are far from weak. At the very least, even my Binding Vows cannot fully control them."
A grin spread across his face.
"But that works in my favor. When they lose control, it will be those four Special Grade sorcerers who suffer the consequences."
He then took out a small booklet, the Hyakki Yagyō.
"As for the rest of Tokyo Jujutsu High, enjoy the night parade I have prepared."
...
Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"Domain Expansion, Throne of Stillborn Stars."
Shion sat within the domain, calmly observing its structure.
Across from him stood Satoru, acting as a test subject.
"Satoru, can you still feel your cursed energy?"
Satoru's expression soured. "Not at all, Bro. It is completely gone."
Shion rested his chin on his hand.
"Stripping away all cursed energy..."
"Where does it go? Is it absorbed by me, or the domain itself? I did not sense any transfer."
"Or is it simply perception? Blocking sensory feedback so the target believes their cursed energy has vanished?"
He stepped forward and placed a hand on Satoru's chest.
Satoru immediately clutched himself dramatically. "Hey, that is a bit sudden, don't you think?"
"..."
Shion's face darkened as he smacked him lightly.
"Focus."
He examined Satoru carefully.
The cursed energy within his body had truly disappeared.
No transfer, no suppression.
It had been erased entirely, as if its existence had been removed.
"Erasing... existence?"
Shion narrowed his eyes, sensing the edge of something deeper, just beyond his grasp.
The effect of a Domain.
Hollow Technique, Zenith.
"Satoru! Shion! Something is wrong, get out here now!"
A voice from outside shattered his concentration.
Shion dispelled the domain.
Utahime Iori rushed toward them, breathing heavily.
"Oh? Utahime. You are already exhausted from running this short distance? For a teacher, your stamina is disappointing."
"Bastard!"
Utahime launched a kick, which bounced off Infinity without effect.
Shion rubbed his forehead.
No matter how many times he saw it, Satoru and Utahime never stopped clashing.
And Satoru, completely oblivious, always treated it like harmless banter.
"Enough," Shion said calmly. "Utahime, what happened?"
Utahime steadied her breathing, urgency clear in her voice.
"Tokyo. Something has happened again. Five minutes ago, a massive number of cursed spirits appeared across the entire city. There are even multiple Special Grades."
Shion's expression sharpened.
"Kenjaku? The decisive battle is supposed to be tomorrow."
He glanced at his phone.
12:05 AM.
His eye twitched slightly.
"Technically... it is already today."
A faint, dangerous smile appeared on his face.
"To exploit something so trivial, Kenjaku... you truly are shameless."