November 1, 2018.
Tengen boarded a plane to the United States.
She was dressed in a heavy shiromuku; the pure white attire concealed Tengen's abnormal body. She used a large hood to cover her face, with a layer of pure white silk hanging from the brim. On her feet, she wore white socks and boat-shaped wooden clogs.
Gojo Satoru, who was seeing her off, gave a frivolous whistle.
"If I didn't know what you looked like, this outfit alone would really stir the imagination."
"I will use Barrier Techniques to hide my true appearance," Tengen said calmly. "Humans are visual creatures. If I were to expose my true face, I imagine America would lose all reverence for me. They would call me a monster and spend every moment thinking about how to devour my flesh. Although I am willing to go to America for Japan's sake, I am not willing to become a monster on an American lab table."
"You think that just because you use Barrier Techniques to hide your true face, they won't treat you like a monster?" Gojo Satoru sneered. "Trust me, once you get to America, you'll miss the days when the Japanese Jujutsu World had you confined."
"That's why I'm going with Tengen," Yuki Tsukumo laughed from the side.
That's right.
After careful consideration, Yuki Tsukumo decided that she would be the one to protect Tengen.
Just as Gojo Satoru said, whether or not Tengen landed in America looking like a monster, she was bound to be taken to an American research institute under the name of a monster.
While Tengen herself was a master of Barrier Techniques, her own combat strength was truly nothing to brag about.
Never mind the level of Gojo Satoru or Ryomen Sukuna; even if Yuki Tsukumo fought Tengen head-on, she could easily overpower her.
Her combat power really wasn't anything special.
To prevent Tengen from being discarded after her usefulness was exhausted, a bodyguard was necessary.
But the problem was that it was currently the time for the decisive battle against Mahito's forces. No matter who went as a bodyguard, it would result in a loss of combat power, which wasn't worth it.
In the end, Yuki Tsukumo stepped forward.
"Because I'm not of much use anymore," Yuki Tsukumo said frankly. "My Soul has already been completely analyzed by that Mahito fellow. I imagine all my methods are completely useless against him. Unlike you or Yuta Okkotsu, I have the title of a Special Grade Sorcerer, but I've already become useless. Rather than wasting food here, I might as well accompany Tengen to America and have a look."
There was another dark thought that Yuki Tsukumo didn't say out loud:
If the United States dared to stir up trouble at such a critical time, Yuki Tsukumo wouldn't mind testing whether the strongest military force on the planet could withstand her fists.
If she couldn't beat the King of Curses, could she really not beat the United States?
Although she was the weakest of the three modern Special Grade Sorcerers, that depended on who she was being compared to.
The weakest Special Grade Sorcerer was still a Special Grade!
Unless the United States dared to drop a nuclear bomb in the middle of a city, Yuki Tsukumo had the confidence to tear through the entire country.
No, with Tengen's Hollow Wicker Basket barrier, even if a nuclear weapon actually fell, she could just pat her bottom and hide inside the Hollow Wicker Basket barrier.
As long as she could avoid the moment of maximum power from the nuclear explosion, she could rely on the Reverse Cursed Technique to withstand the radiation and go out to kill.
Thinking about it this way, there was nothing to fear from the entire United States.
Yuki Tsukumo said with rising excitement,
"I'm actually hoping the United States tries some little tricks, so I can see what this so-called superpower is truly capable of!"
Having Tengen as backup was just too damn great!
"It seems you've been dissatisfied with the United States for a long time?"
Yuki Tsukumo spat unceremoniously and sneered.
"As a conscious Japanese person, do you really expect me to have any goodwill toward the United States?"
"Don't say those words in front of the President." Gojo Satoru laughed heartily. "Rest assured, I've spent far more time abroad than at home; I understand better than you."
"I'm already starting to get a headache," Tengen sighed.
Gojo Satoru and Yuki Tsukumo laughed at the same time.
Even though the final battle was imminent, neither Gojo Satoru nor Yuki Tsukumo showed any intention of worrying for the other. On this stage that determined the fate of humanity, they had already clarified their will; whether they succeeded or failed, nothing could shake them at this moment.
Tengen said solemnly,
"Gojo Satoru, at this final moment, I want to give you one last piece of advice."
"Please, go ahead."
"Do not perish together with Mahito."
Tengen said gravely,
"Whether it is your victory or Mahito's victory, both are acceptable for humanity. Even if you die as a result, as long as the survival of the Lord of Cursed Spirits is guaranteed, there is no problem... But do not give Ryomen Sukuna a chance to rise because of it. He is the only one who must absolutely not be allowed to win."
This was something Tengen had realized after confirming that Kenjaku had already appeared.
In Tengen's understanding, although Mahito's faction was full of Curse Users and Cursed Spirits, Mahito himself was a king who followed the ancient way of supreme benevolence. Kenjaku would certainly not dare to mess around while serving Mahito right now, because Kenjaku was a man who knew how to judge the situation. As long as there was a powerful pressure over his head, he would never betray.
But once that powerful pressure disappeared, it was hard to say.
Whether Gojo Satoru or Mahito remained after the final battle, Kenjaku would only kneel to survive.
But once Gojo Satoru and Mahito disappeared simultaneously...
Kenjaku would surely revive Ryomen Sukuna.
He would certainly look forward to rivers of blood, treating the world as food and tasting it with a face full of joy.
If it were Kenjaku, he would definitely do that!
Tengen was deeply convinced of this.
"Kenjaku is that thousand-year-old Curse User disguised as Geto Suguru, right?" Gojo Satoru asked.
"Exactly, it's him."
Gojo Satoru reached out and rubbed his neck, suddenly asking,
"In other words, as long as I kill Kenjaku and Sukuna first, it's fine even if Mahito and I perish together?"
Tengen looked deeply at Gojo Satoru and said calmly,
"Kenjaku alone is also a great danger, but Yuta Okkotsu can handle him. If you and Mahito can truly deal with Ryomen Sukuna, then it doesn't matter even if you perish together."
"Hey, Satoru. Don't start acting crazy!" Yuki Tsukumo frowned.
Yuki Tsukumo could easily hear the subtext between the two.
In this duel that would decide the fate of humanity, Gojo Satoru was actually thinking about sweeping away all other threats first, so that he could then engage in a regret-free battle with Mahito in a completely pressure-free psychological state.
This guy, Gojo Satoru... was actually placing his own battle lust above the fate of humanity!
And Tengen was still fanning the flames from behind!
"A Jujutsu Sorcerer in good condition and one in bad condition are two different creatures."
Tengen waved her hand dismissively.
"If Gojo Satoru can really deal with Ryomen Sukuna in advance, then it doesn't matter how he fights Mahito. Yuki Tsukumo, you care too much about duty, which is why you cannot reach the other side of jujutsu."
Yuki Tsukumo clicked her tongue sharply.
"You still don't understand this old lady?"
Gojo Satoru pointed at Tengen very rudely and laughed loudly.
"As long as the balance of the Jujutsu World isn't broken, she doesn't care even if the world is turned upside down! Ryomen Sukuna and Kenjaku are the bastards who can actually break the balance of the Jujutsu World, so she only cares about Ryomen Sukuna and Kenjaku. As long as these two can be dealt with, she'll be happy with whatever the outcome is!"
This hit the nail on the head for Tengen, so she didn't refute.
She waved slightly toward Yuki Tsukumo.
"Yuki Tsukumo, it's time for us to go."
Tengen and Yuki Tsukumo stepped onto the walkway of their private plane.
Gojo Satoru gave one last wave and walked in the opposite direction.
Then, at that very moment—
—In the minds of everyone on the Japanese mainland who possessed the talent of a Jujutsu Sorcerer, a voice emerged:
[Hi, hi, this is Mahito, the King of Curses! ]
[Hi, hi, this is the thousand-year-old Curse User, Kenjaku! ]
Gojo Satoru's expression changed instantly.
[From now on, specifically starting from November 1, 2018, you only need to perform the act of sleeping to become a player in the game personally designed by Kenjaku and me. ]
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