"Everyone…"
Yuji looked up at the three of them, his eyes filled with indescribable emotion.
"Oh? So you're the bastard bullying my junior?"
Nobara stood with one hand on her hip, cursed energy surging around her.
"Heh… another group of sorcerers here to die."
Their cursed energy output hadn't reached special grade, and none of them were vessels for some kind of monster.
To Mahito, the three of them were nothing more than flies—fragile things he could kill with a single touch of Idle Transfiguration.
Ignoring Yuji's attempt to stop her, Nobara strode forward.
"Idle Transfiguration!"
A woman who doesn't know her place—perfect.
Killing her should deal quite a blow to Yuji, right?
A strange cursed energy gathered in Mahito's hand as he charged forward with a twisted grin.
So this is the stitched-face curse Nanami mentioned.
Nobara lifted her head and met Mahito's malicious gaze, a villain-like smirk curling at her lips.
"I have zero interest in touching a disgusting loser like you."
With a crisp snap of her fingers, she coldly uttered:
"Resonance."
The nails she had driven into the clone earlier erupted at once, unleashing cursed energy that pierced straight into the soul!
The heart-piercing agony transmitted from the clone directly to the original body!
Mahito's true body froze as if struck by lightning, his eyes rolling back.
Yuji wasn't his only natural enemy.
The overwhelming pain flooding his soul told him—there was a second one.
"Boom!!"
The fanged shikigami Divine Dog, Maki's downward slash, and Yuji's rage-filled punch all struck at once!
Purple blood burst from Mahito's seven orifices!
At the instant Mahito lost consciousness, the trio attacked in perfect sync!
Fushiguro and Maki's attacks weren't too troublesome—but Yuji's cursed-energy-laced fists struck directly at the soul!
Engulfed in unbearable pain, Mahito teetered on the brink of death!
A relentless barrage—like a raging storm—never letting up for even a moment!
Strike while he's down—finish him!
Nobara pulled out more nails, hammering them down one after another!
Die!
Yuji and the others pressed their assault, completely locking down Mahito's body, leaving him no chance to escape!
Inside Mahito's mind, only one thought echoed—
—
"Dynamic Light Wave!"
A bizarre, upbeat shout rang out as a blazing beam of cursed energy shot straight into the battlefield!
"Boom!!"
The devastating attack exploded, engulfing Mahito along with everything else!
Stepping through the smoke and debris, White Zetsu, a cigar in his mouth, reached down and lifted Mahito from the ruins by the back of his neck.
Mechamaru's true body required puppets to fire cursed energy beams.
But White Zetsu, with his curse-like physique, used his own body as a cannon!
The smoke rising from his palm and the gaping wound there regenerated in an instant.
No need for Reverse Cursed Technique—so long as his cursed energy remained, his body was effectively immortal.
Toji's body couldn't heal because it couldn't absorb cursed energy.
"White Zetsu?!"
Every time he appeared, it was completely unexpected.
Maki, Nobara, and the others stared at him in shock as he saved Mahito.
"Sorry, everyone. This guy can't die just yet."
White Zetsu casually shook Mahito by the neck.
"Why?!"
"Why save that monster?!"
Blinded by anger, Yuji clenched his teeth and muttered:
"Right… right…"
"When it comes down to it, you were never our ally!"
"You're just another curse who doesn't care about human life!"
"Yuji…"
Maki and the others exchanged complicated looks between White and Yuji.
White Zetsu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression turning cold.
He seemed about to explain something—but in the end, said nothing.
Maybe this was better.
After all, that pink-haired brat was a crucial piece in future plans.
When the time came, White Zetsu wouldn't have to struggle with it…
Yeah. This was fine.
"Idle Transfiguration!"
Gratitude? Saving his life?
Mahito had no such thing as a conscience.
In the instant White Zetsu let his guard down, he launched a killing blow!
Destroy the soul, and even a curse would die!
He didn't dare face that Zen'in in the future—but venting his anger on this subordinate would do!
Malice twisted across his face as dense cursed energy gathered in his palm!
"Watch out!!"
Nobara and Maki shouted in alarm!
Even Yuji, who had been arguing moments ago, showed clear concern.
"...Tap."
Mahito's blood-soaked hand lightly touched White Zetsu's side.
The next second—
Mahito's smile froze.
His expression went blank.
Purple blood poured from his mouth and nose as his brain shut down again.
Was it the body wrapped around the soul…?
To Mahito, his technique was his understanding of the world.
Did the body contain the soul?
Or did the soul define the body?
His answer had always been the latter.
The soul came first. It was everything.
And yet—
The moment he touched White Zetsu…
That vast, ancient, immeasurable presence—
Like an ant gazing up at a mountain—endless, overwhelming!
A soul far more terrifying than Sukuna's!
Completely beyond comprehension!
Forget destroying it—Mahito had merely stepped into its domain for an instant.
One glance—
—and he was gravely injured.
"What an idiot."
White Zetsu let go and stomped on Mahito's head.
He brushed the blood off his black robe in disgust, mocking him without restraint.
"You dared touch my soul? The fact you didn't die already means you're lucky."
In terms of soul quality, no one in this world surpassed White Zetsu.
Not even in the future.
If not for the limitations of a cursed spirit body preventing possession—
If White Zetsu could control Mahito's body—
That would be true invincibility.
Touch anyone—and they die.
White Zetsu's foot ground into Mahito's face, leaving dark footprints.
"You still alive?"
He shrugged, sounding slightly annoyed.
If Mahito died here, the rest of the show wouldn't go on.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
A very "gentle" wake-up service.
White Zetsu kicked Mahito's face over and over, blood splattering everywhere.
Nobara, Maki, and the others watched as Mahito's neck twisted nearly 180 degrees, blood continuously pouring out—they couldn't help but twitch.
Was White Zetsu really here to save him?
He looked even more brutal than they were!
"Cough… cough…"
Mahito lay on the ground, writhing like a maggot in a pool of his own fluids.
When he forced his eyes open, lingering terror remained within them.
"You… what are you?!"
Mahito stared at White Zetsu in horror.
Was this really a curse born from human hatred?
That kind of soul…
Humanity…?
No.
This was something like the hatred of the planet itself.
A higher existence.
Not a natural enemy—
A god of death.
The thought inevitably formed in Mahito's mind.
"Good. You're awake."
White Zetsu didn't answer. He tapped his chest and lit a cigar.
Step by step, he walked forward, took a deep drag—
—and kicked!
"Boom!!"
Mahito was sent flying hundreds of meters away.
White Zetsu exhaled a slow stream of smoke.
Simple physical attacks couldn't truly harm Mahito.
What looked like a killing blow was actually just sending him far away.
"Yuji, go. That guy's not dead yet."
White Zetsu didn't use the nickname this time, nor did he look at Yuji.
Yuji pressed his lips together and dashed off without a word toward where Mahito had been sent flying.
Nobara, Maki, and Fushiguro were about to follow—
But an overwhelming surge of cursed energy erupted!
"Domain Expansion—Thousand Burials, White Imperial Spirit!"
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