Yoru's lips slowly curled into a smirk, as if the God of Death had descended.
"The memories of the past world and the timeline of reality..."
"Have they completely merged?"
He remembered everything he had done in the past timeline to change the tragedy.
He also knew that because of his intervention, those who should have died—like Riko and Haibara—now lived in this world in a different way.
But at the same time, he felt it.
Due to the terrifying effect of the Time-space Correction Force, the traces he left in the past were being forcibly erased.
The memories his former comrades had of him were becoming blurred.
Even he himself had become a missing person who had vanished into thin air for a time in this original 2018 timeline.
'But it doesn't matter.'
Yoru looked down at Shiranui, which was emitting a joyful hum at his return.
'Memories can be erased, but the destinies that were changed and the bonds flowing in our blood can never disappear.'
He looked up, his eyes—which had activated the Transparent World—seeming to pierce through the thick layers of the earth, locking onto Kenjaku, who wore Suguru Geto's face on the fifth basement floor.
"Besides..."
"In this shitty world, some debts must be settled with a blade, one stroke at a time!"
"Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone."
Yoru took a deep breath, pumping massive amounts of oxygen into his lungs like fuel.
"Boom!"
With that breath...
A terrifying pillar of fire erupted from Shiranui, soaring straight toward the sky!
The flames were so intense they burned a massive hole right through the black Curtain over Shibuya, which had been woven from countless amounts of cursed energy.
The sorcerers outside, struggling to break through the Curtain, all looked up in shock.
They saw the fire descending like a miracle.
Although many could no longer remember that name, the sense of security—the feeling that they couldn't possibly lose as long as they saw this light—brought instant tears to their eyes!
"I shall be the one to sound the horn of the counterattack, right here and now."
Yoru's voice wasn't loud, yet in an instant, it reached every corner of the Shibuya battlefield!
Meanwhile, on the fifth basement floor of the subway station...
Kenjaku, who had been smugly preparing to retreat with the Prison Realm...
Suddenly felt the entire underground space let out a strained scream!
It was a terrifying vibration that even made the laws of space tremble!
The smile on Kenjaku's face froze, and an unprecedented sense of lethal crisis crawled up his spine like a venomous snake!
He instinctively looked up.
He heard the sound of the indestructible reinforced concrete ceiling above beginning to crack and groan.
"What... What on earth is this?!"
Kenjaku's pupils shrunk.
A fear buried deep within his soul from a thousand years ago surged up like a tide!
He remembered.
In the Heian era, in the legends that even Ryomen Sukuna took note of...
There once existed such a power.
One that didn't rely on cursed energy, but used a mortal body and a burning blade to sever everything... the Breath of the Gods!
"Impossible! That guy should have been completely banished into the void by the turbulence of the Sands of Time and the Prison Realm!"
"How could he possibly return?!"
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Kenjaku's forehead.
His mind, which had always been capable of flawless schemes, momentarily stalled.
"Rumble—!!!"
Before Kenjaku could react, the ceiling of B5F exploded!
A dazzling dark-red meteor, carrying the fires of pure yang capable of incinerating everything, slammed into the center of the ruins with peerless dominance!
Under the impact of this terrifyingly high temperature, the Special Grade cursed energy residuals left behind by Mahito, Jogo, and the others were instantly evaporated like snow under a blazing sun!
The sky-filling flames suddenly retracted, turning into a brilliant red light that coated the pitch-black blade.
The Bright Red Nichirin Sword was reignited!
A tall figure with dark red flame-like marks burning on the left side of his forehead slowly stood up amidst the fire.
Yoru.
The man the Jujutsu higher-ups considered a thorn in their side, whom Satoru Gojo viewed as his strongest ally, and whom the entire world hailed as the "Sword Saint."
He had crossed the turbulence of time and space, bringing with him the absolute power he used to sever all regrets in the past timeline.
Like a god descending to the mortal realm, he stood before Kenjaku!
"Yo, looks like I'm not too late after all."
Yoru slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes burning like two balls of fire as they locked onto Kenjaku.
He didn't look at the surrounding ruins, nor did he look at the corpses of the ordinary people on the ground.
In his eyes, there was only that disgusting soul wearing his best friend's face.
"You..."
Kenjaku instinctively took a step back, clutching the Prison Realm tightly in his hands.
"How could you..."
"Are you surprised?"
Yoru tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a cold, demonic arc.
"I took a trip to hell and changed history while I was there."
"Though, it seems you haven't finished cleaning up your mess here yet."
The moment Yoru's voice fell...
Within the final remaining crack of the Prison Realm...
Satoru Gojo, who was ninety-nine percent sealed with only one eye still able to see the outside...
Suddenly saw that familiar, all-consuming dark-red flame through the narrow gap.
In that instant, Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes, which had begun to dim, erupted with unprecedented brilliance.
He didn't speak.
But a wildly arrogant smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Because that monster—the one even more unreasonable than him—was back!
"Crack!"
Just as Yoru was about to draw his blade and cleave Kenjaku along with the Prison Realm...
"Suguru."
Just before the deadline where the seal would close completely.
Satoru Gojo's nearly transparent voice, carrying a call that transcended life and death, echoed through the underground space.
"How much longer are you going to let this guy control you?"
Yet another incredible variable exploded within Kenjaku!
"Aaargh!!!"
Kenjaku suddenly let out a shrill, agonizing scream!
His right hand, which was about to deploy a cursed technique for defense, froze mid-air!
Not only that...
The arm belonging to Suguru Geto seemed to gain a life of its own, suddenly twisting around.
It ruthlessly and tightly strangled his own neck!
"What's going on?!"
Kenjaku's eyes were filled with extreme terror and disbelief.
'The soul of this body should have been completely obliterated by me long ago!'
'How can he still have consciousness?!'
While Kenjaku struggled desperately, trying to use cursed energy to suppress the body's rebellion...
A voice filled with cold mockery and extreme madness thundered deep within his mind!
"Long dead, you say?"
That was...
The voice of the real Suguru Geto!
"I've been putting up with you for a long time, Brain!"
At this specific node where causality converged intensely due to Yoru's intervention...
The will of Suguru Geto—who, in the past timeline, had not died at the hands of Satoru Gojo but had been biding his strength in the darkness—
Was violently stimulated by the causal laws of the parallel world, finally launching a frenzied counterattack at this moment!
He was going to forcibly retake control of his own body!
Crossing twelve long years...
In this dark fifth basement floor...
The strongest trio—
Yoru, returning from the past timeline with overwhelming momentum;
Satoru Gojo, about to be completely sealed yet still arrogant and unbridled;
And Suguru Geto, waging a desperate battle within his own body...
Met in soul at this moment in an incredible way that even the gods could not have predicted.
The prelude to the ultimate counterattack...
Had officially begun!
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