That thousand-year-old brain with short legs, which had been trying to flee frantically, let out a scream of despair under Satoru Gojo's absolutely suppressing foot.
But at this moment, no one's attention was on that disgusting brain.
Instead, their eyes were fixed collectively on the man who was slowly standing up.
Suguru Geto.
After a long spiritual struggle, and after the endless darkness of being possessed and controlled...
He had finally, completely reclaimed this body that belonged to him!
"Phew..."
Suguru Geto let out a deep breath. In those narrow fox-like eyes, the coldness and madness that had filled them due to Kenjaku's control were rapidly fading.
In its place was a clarity that had crossed ten years, polished by time to be deeper and sharper.
He raised his blood-stained right hand and casually wiped the filth from his face.
Then, he turned his head and looked at Yoru, who stood not far away, holding Shiranui.
The man who, during that summer twelve years ago, had used his blade to forcefully split the haze in his heart.
"Long time no see, old friend."
A purely genuine smile slowly curled onto Suguru Geto's lips.
It lacked the naive gentleness of his Jujutsu High days and the mocking pity of his time as the "Leader of the Star Religious Group."
This was a true composure, one that could face the world calmly even after enduring hellish trials.
"Welcome back, Suguru."
Yoru looked at the familiar yet somewhat foreign friend before him, a faint ripple of emotion flashing through his dark red eyes.
He nodded slightly, but his grip on Shiranui did not loosen in the slightest.
Because he knew very well...
Now was far from the time for celebration.
"Instructor Yoru!"
"Senior Suguru?!"
Accompanied by the sound of rapid footsteps, Kento Nanami, Mei Mei, and Maki Zenin finally burst out from the dark passage.
When they saw this heart-stopping scene—
The brain being stepped on, Suguru Geto reclaiming his body, and the man standing at the front like a god of death...
Even the usually calm Kento Nanami couldn't help but have a flash of extreme shock in his eyes!
"We can save the catching up for later."
Yoru didn't turn around. His gaze instantly pierced through the layers of earth, locking onto the surface above.
Transparent World, fully open!
In his vision, the flow of cursed energy throughout Shibuya was like a massive, frantically twisting spider web.
And at the very center of that web, a vast cursed energy—violent, evil, and filled with destruction like a black sun—was expanding at a suffocating speed!
15-finger Sukuna!
"The guy up there has completely awakened."
Yoru's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears with an undeniable gravity.
"If someone of that caliber is allowed to go all out in Shibuya, the millions of people here will be reduced to ash in an instant."
Hearing Yoru's words, the smile on Suguru Geto's face vanished, and his gaze became incredibly sharp.
He certainly knew what that aura meant.
The King of Curses!
That terrifying existence who had survived since the Heian period, whom even Satoru Gojo wouldn't lightly claim victory over!
"Sukuna has awakened, and this disgusting fellow..."
Yoru glanced at the brain under Satoru Gojo's foot, his brow furrowing slightly.
Though Kenjaku's main body had been extracted, it was impossible for an old monster who had lived for a thousand years to have only this many tricks up his sleeve.
Sure enough.
The moment Yoru finished speaking...
*Squelch!*
The brain under Satoru Gojo's foot suddenly exploded without warning!
It wasn't crushed; it self-destructed!
"What?!"
Satoru Gojo's brow furrowed, his Limitless technique instantly blocking the splattering, disgusting fluids.
But within those fluids, there wasn't the slightest trace of Kenjaku's soul!
"A substitute Cursed Corpse?!"
Suguru Geto's expression turned extremely grim.
He knew Kenjaku's methods all too well.
"The real Kenjaku already used the explosion of the Ice Formation earlier to transfer away with the Prison Realm!"
The brain with short legs that had been running away was merely a decoy Kenjaku left behind to buy time!
His true self had already escaped this underground space under Uraume's cover, using some special cursed technique or barrier!
"Damn it!"
Maki Zenin tightened her grip on her cursed tool, frustration flashing in her eyes.
"If he gets away with the Prison Realm, then Gojo-sensei will..."
"Don't worry, he won't get away."
Yoru gave a cold laugh, his dark red eyes shimmering with a dangerous light, like a leopard locking onto its prey.
Under the ultimate vision of the Transparent World, he had already pinpointed the faint residual dregs of cursed energy left behind when Kenjaku escaped.
"Suguru."
Yoru turned his head to look at Suguru Geto.
"I'll leave the trouble upstairs to you."
Yoru's tone was calm, as if he were arranging a completely ordinary daily task.
But these words left everyone present stunned.
Letting Suguru Geto, who had just reclaimed his body, deal with the King of Curses who had recovered fifteen fingers of power?!
"Lead Nanami and the others to provide support on the surface. Do your best to evacuate the civilians and stop the massacre by Sukuna and those cursed spirits."
Yoru looked into Suguru Geto's eyes and spoke every word clearly.
"As for that brain that ran off with the Prison Realm..."
"I'll go after him."
"Instructor Yoru!"
Kento Nanami couldn't help but speak up.
"Sukuna's strength is no joke. Even Senior Suguru, in his current state without fully recovering, facing 15-finger Sukuna would..."
"Nanami."
Yoru interrupted him.
He turned to look at this man whom he had once saved in the Land Deity's domain, and who had now grown into a mature jujutsu sorcerer.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who jokes with the lives of my comrades?"
Kento Nanami was stunned.
He looked at Yoru's eyes, which were filled with absolute confidence, and suddenly recalled that summer twelve years ago.
That red shadow that had descended like a god, severing all despair.
Indeed.
When had this man ever made a decision without being certain?
"Leave it to me."
At that moment, Suguru Geto's voice rang out.
He slowly stepped forward, standing at Yoru's side.
Though his face was still somewhat pale, the powerful aura of a Special Grade Sorcerer began to surge wildly within him!
"Even though that brain occupied it for over a decade, I know the foundation of this body better than anyone."
Suguru Geto raised his right hand, a cluster of jet-black cursed energy instantly gathering in his palm.
"Besides..."
He looked at Yoru, his eyes shining with an unprecedented determination.
"I said it before—this time, I won't let anyone else die because of me!"
"Whether it's Sukuna or some other monster!"
Yoru looked at Suguru Geto, a satisfied curve appearing on his lips.
This was the Suguru Geto he knew.
The man who, for his Great Cause, would shoulder everything without hesitation!
"In that case, let's split up."
Yoru sheathed Shiranui back at his waist, his entire presence instantly withdrawing to its absolute limit.
Like an unparalleled blade about to be drawn, he was accumulating the most terrifying explosive power!
"Once I get that damn box back, we'll go for a drink."
The moment his voice fell...
*Boom!*
The ground beneath Yoru's feet shattered!
He turned into a streak of brilliant red lightning, moving at a speed the naked eye couldn't even capture, charging directly into the dark passage.
The horn of the counterattack was officially blown!
Behind him...
Suguru Geto watched Yoru's disappearing figure and took a deep breath.
He turned and looked at Kento Nanami, Mei Mei, and Maki Zenin.
"Let's go, everyone."
In Suguru Geto's eyes, an undisguised killing intent shimmered.
"It's about time we cleaned up the trash up there!"