Kenjaku stared intently at the man before him, who held a black blade and looked like a god of death incarnate. Cold sweat had already soaked through his iconic gojo-kesa robes.
His millennium of meticulous planning was being torn to shreds by this variable of absolute martial might!
The sharp pain of his severed left ear continued to stimulate his nerves.
Meanwhile, the right hand that originally belonged to Suguru Geto—which now seemed to possess a will of its own—still gripped his neck tightly, making even a smooth breath an unattainable luxury.
"What's the matter?"
Yoru tilted his head slightly, undisguised mockery flickering in his dark red eyes, which were sharpened by the Transparent World.
"Where did that arrogant 'I control everything' attitude go?"
He slowly raised Shiranui, the tip of the blade pointing directly at the center of Kenjaku's brow.
"Don't you enjoy stealing others' bodies and playing with their fates?"
"Now, do you feel the original owner's rage? He wants to swallow you whole."
"Urgh... Gack..."
Kenjaku struggled desperately, trying to mobilize his cursed energy.
But he discovered in despair that under the weight of Yoru's terrifying, tangible murderous intent, the flow of cursed energy within him had become incredibly sluggish!
It was like a mouse meeting its natural enemy; even his survival instincts were trembling!
"It's over, Brain."
Yoru's gaze instantly became bone-chillingly cold, offering Kenjaku no further room to breathe.
The muscles in his right arm bulged slightly as the extreme heat of Sun Breathing gathered frantically on the blade!
He would end this greatest cancer, which had plagued the jujutsu world for a millennium, with a single strike right here!
However, at the very moment Yoru prepared to deliver that fatal blow...
A sudden change occurred!
"Crackle crackle!"
A terrifying sound of freezing air suddenly erupted from beneath Yoru's feet!
Without any warning!
Countless massive ice spikes—as sharp as spears and radiating the chill of absolute zero—burst through the concrete floor directly under Yoru!
They formed a dense, suffocating net of death, lunging toward Yoru's body with a frenzied momentum!
"Hm?"
Yoru's brow twitched slightly.
Through the ultimate vision of the Transparent World, he could clearly see the incredibly complex cursed energy structure within those ice spikes.
Too fast!
This speed of execution and freezing intensity was definitely not something an ordinary jujutsu sorcerer could achieve!
"Boom!"
Forced to abandon his pursuit of Kenjaku, Yoru pushed off with his legs. He transformed into a streak of red lightning and instantly retreated dozens of meters!
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The moment he left, the spot where he had been standing was completely submerged by those terrifying ice spikes, turning it into a forest of ice sculptures!
Even the moisture in the air was instantly frozen by the extreme cold, falling as frost.
"Who's there?"
Yoru steadied himself. With a light swing of Shiranui, the searing wind from the blade instantly dispersed the encroaching chill.
He narrowed his eyes, looking toward the figure slowly emerging from the shadows.
It was a person with short, white hair and an androgynous appearance.
Uraume!
The most loyal servant of Ryomen Sukuna, who had survived since the Heian period!
"Oh?"
Yoru looked at the sudden arrival of Uraume, a playful curl touching the corner of his mouth.
"Seems like you've got some good connections, Brain. To think someone would actually come to save you."
"Shut your mouth!"
Uraume stared fixedly at Yoru, eyes filled with extreme vigilance and murderous intent.
The speed and pressure Yoru had just displayed sent a shiver through even this curse user who had lived for a thousand years!
"Kenjaku, you really are pathetic."
Uraume cast a cold glance at the man still being choked by Suguru Geto's right hand, his voice full of disdain.
"If it weren't for the sake of Lord Sukuna's plan, I wouldn't bother with whether you live or die!"
"Huff... wheeze..."
Kenjaku panted heavily. Taking advantage of the opening created by Uraume's interference, he finally managed to suppress the counterattack of Geto's right hand with his cursed energy.
"Don't... don't underestimate him!"
Kenjaku looked at Yoru in the distance with lingering fear.
"This guy is a total monster! He even forcibly broke through the seal of the Sands of Time!"
"And what of it?"
Uraume's hands quickly formed seals, and the surrounding temperature began to plummet once more.
"Before Lord Sukuna, all monsters are nothing more than lambs waiting for the slaughter!"
"Ice Formation: Icefall!"
With a roar from Uraume,
a flood of frost, even more massive and terrifying than before, swept toward Yoru like a roaring avalanche!
"Tch, some people never learn."
Yoru watched the overwhelming frost surge toward him without even bothering to dodge.
He slowly raised Shiranui.
"Since you like playing with ice so much..."
"...then let me show you what a true sun looks like!"
"Sun Breathing, Second Form: Clear Blue Sky!"
"Boom!"
A perfect circular slash of deep red flames erupted from the bottom up, like the rising sun!
Extreme heat and absolute zero collided violently within this cramped underground space!
"Sizzle!"
A massive amount of white steam instantly filled the entire fifth basement level!
Uraume's proud Ice Formation, when faced with the overbearing flames of Sun Breathing, was like a popsicle meeting lava—it was frantically melted away with overwhelming force!
"This... what kind of fire is this?!"
Uraume's pupils constricted suddenly.
He could feel that this wasn't an ordinary flame. It didn't even leave behind residual dregs of cursed energy!
It was a sacred fire, so pure that it seemed capable of igniting the very soul!
"I told you. You two can't stop me."
Blade in hand, Yoru stepped out from the swirling steam.
The slayer marks on his body grew even brighter. The tangible pressure he emitted made both Uraume and Kenjaku feel an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
However, just as Yoru was about to finish off these two thousand-year-old plagues once and for all, an aura completely different from Uraume's chill or Kenjaku's gloom appeared.
It was an aura filled with extreme violence, evil, and a supreme, world-dominating terror!
It suddenly descended from above, exploding like a nuclear bomb!
"Thump!"
The entire Shibuya subway station shook violently the moment this aura erupted!
The presence was so massive and so reckless that even the thick layers of reinforced concrete could not block its trembling malice!
"This aura..."
Yoru's footsteps came to an abrupt halt. He snapped his head up, his eyes—sharpened by the Transparent World—instantly piercing through the ground to see the battlefield on the surface.
"Finally... he's out."
Meanwhile.
On the surface battlefield, amidst the ruins.
A youth with pink hair and black, eerie markings stood in the center of countless transfigured human corpses.
Yuji Itadori.
No, right now, he should be called...
The King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna!
At this moment, the clothes on Yuji Itadori's upper body had been completely shredded, revealing solid muscles covered in those strange markings.
His eyes had turned blood-red, and two closed eyes had even appeared beneath the corners of his original ones.
And around him...
Megumi Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, and the others—who had been fighting the transfigured human army to the death—were now all pinned down by this sudden, terrifying cursed energy, almost unable to move!
Too strong!
This pressure, as if it could tear the heavens and earth asunder, was not something humans could contend with!
For the Sukuna of this moment...
had been forcibly fed exactly fifteen fingers by Jogo and the others just minutes ago!
Fifteen-finger Sukuna!
This was the first time since the Heian period that the King of Curses had returned to such a terrifying peak state!
"Hahahahahaha!"
Standing at the highest point of the ruins, Sukuna let out a laugh of extreme arrogance.
"A body after all this time! Air after all this time!"
He suddenly clenched his fist, feeling the cursed energy within him surging like a vast ocean.
"This feeling of being filled with power... truly isn't bad."
Suddenly, his laughter stopped.
His blood-red eyes instantly locked onto a specific direction.
The direction of the subway station's fifth basement level.
The direction where Yoru was!
"Oh?"
A cruel and excited smile slowly spread across Sukuna's face.
He licked his lips, his eyes flashing with undisguised battle lust.
"That kid using fire... he didn't die?"
"And this aura..."
Sukuna felt the searing, pure sword intent coming from underground.
It was a cutting power that contained not a trace of cursed energy, yet could make even the King of Curses feel a slight tremor in his heart.
"Things have become... much more interesting than before!"
Sukuna slowly lowered his head, a cruel playfulness flickering in his crimson eyes.
He did not immediately head underground. Instead, he turned his gaze to the one-eyed cursed spirit kneeling on the ground beside him, trembling all over.
Jogo.
This fellow, who had just risked his life to feed him ten fingers, was now waiting with fanatical obsession for his response.
"That kid using fire is the final dessert of this meal."
Sukuna stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, his voice carrying a bone-chilling arrogance.
"As for now... I'll start by using you lot to stretch my muscles."
He looked at Jogo, a playful curve on his lips.
"Since you want me to work for you so badly, I'll give you a chance."
"If you can land even a single touch on me, I'll join your side and kill that eyesore underground while I'm at it."
"Otherwise..."
The red light in Sukuna's eyes flared. The air across the entire ruins seemed to be ignited by his terrifying presence.
"Otherwise, I will burn you to ashes right here!"
Fifth Basement Level.
Yoru snapped his head up. His Transparent World eyes clearly reflected the violent cursed energy fluctuations above, which were like a black hole.
"The weight of fifteen fingers, huh?"
Yoru felt the malice that seemed ready to crush the entire earth. Even through dozens of meters of ground, that soul-deep tremor remained clearly palpable.
A desperate situation?
No.
An incredibly arrogant, cold smile curled on Yoru's lips.
At this moment, the situation became instantly bizarre and unpredictable!
Beneath the ground, Yoru and Kenjaku were at the peak of their confrontation.
Above the ground, the King of Curses was preparing to begin his cruel games, plunging all of Shibuya into despair!
This game of chess, spanning a millennium, had now completely spiraled out of everyone's control.
*Step. Step. Step.*
Just then.
From the dark tunnel behind Yoru, a set of steady and determined footsteps echoed.
"Hey, hey. Stealing all the limelight for yourself doesn't seem like your usual style, Instructor Yoru."
A voice, weary yet absolutely reliable, rang out in the darkness.
Kento Nanami!
The Grade 1 sorcerer who was supposed to be fighting a hard battle on the surface had slowly stepped out of the shadows, gripping his bandage-wrapped blade!
And behind him...
Mei Mei, carrying her large axe.
Maki Zenin, wielding a cursed tool!
Everyone was gathered!
What made Kenjaku's skin crawl even more was something else.
Beside Yoru, the body of Suguru Geto—which had just been frantically choking him—suddenly stopped struggling.
The left side of Kenjaku's face remained cold and terrified.
But the right side of his face slowly curled into a gentle yet utterly manic smile!
"Think you can just come and go as you please?"
It was the voice of the real Suguru Geto!
"Brain... aren't you looking down on me a bit too much?"
The strongest have gathered!
A plan spanning ten years!
The true Shibuya Incident starts now!
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