Dust filled the air above the ruined playground.
Ryomen Sukuna slowly rose from the rubble.
His twisted arm rapidly regenerated as Reverse Cursed Technique repaired the damaged flesh and bone, producing a sickening grinding sound.
Then he burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! Good! Very good!"
There was no anger in his voice—only excitement.
For the first time in a thousand years, he had been struck like this immediately after regaining a body.
The force that had rebounded his attack earlier had not simply been physical power.
It felt more like an absolute rejection of vectors and momentum themselves.
"Kid… you've successfully piqued my interest."
Sukuna stomped on the ground.
The concrete beneath him shattered as he launched himself skyward like a cannonball, shooting straight toward the fourth-floor window where Yagami Sora stood.
This time—
He had no intention of holding back.
"Release."
A storm of invisible slashes tore through the air.
These were Dismantle-type slashes, attacks that Sukuna used against non-living objects, capable of shredding steel and concrete alike.
"Megumi, step back."
Yagami Sora spoke calmly, casually pushing Megumi Fushiguro behind him.
Facing the approaching storm of slashes, he didn't retreat.
Instead—
He leapt out of the window.
"Looking for death!" Sukuna sneered.
But the next instant, his expression froze.
Every slash that reached within a few centimeters of Sora's body abruptly changed direction.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The attacks reversed course.
All of Sukuna's slashes were reflected directly back at him.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
Blood sprayed through the air.
Several deep wounds instantly opened across Sukuna's body, the cuts exposing bone.
Without Reverse Cursed Technique, those blows would have been catastrophic.
"It's not over yet."
Sora passed directly through the storm of redirected slashes.
His figure appeared above Sukuna.
There was no foothold in the air—
Yet he remained suspended as if standing on solid ground.
By manipulating the reaction vectors of air molecules, he created an invisible platform beneath his feet.
"Try this."
He raised a single finger and pointed toward Sukuna's forehead.
"Compress."
Within a radius of several hundred meters, the surrounding air violently converged.
Atmospheric pressure collapsed toward a single point.
The density of compressed air skyrocketed.
It didn't reach the threshold necessary to generate plasma—
But the pressure was enough to create a devastating air cannon.
"Vector Storm Gun."
BOOM—!!!
A visible shockwave blasted outward.
The compressed air struck Sukuna's face directly.
He plummeted toward the ground like a meteor.
CRASH!
He slammed into the playground even faster than when he had launched himself upward.
The ground didn't merely crack.
It collapsed completely, forming a crater dozens of meters wide.
The entire Sugisawa Third High School trembled as if struck by a magnitude-five earthquake.
"Cough…"
At the bottom of the crater, Sukuna lay among the rubble.
Half of his face had been blown apart, though the damaged flesh was already regenerating.
He stared up at Sora, who was floating in the air above the crater.
For the first time—
A trace of seriousness appeared in Sukuna's eyes.
This boy's technique was absurd.
Any attack directed at him would rebound with equal or greater force.
He was like a walking reflection barrier.
"What's wrong?"
"You're already lying down?"
Sora slowly descended, hovering three meters above the crater as he looked down at Sukuna.
"King of Curses… if this is all you can do, I'm honestly disappointed."
"You arrogant brat!"
Sukuna's expression twisted with fury.
He prepared to expand his Domain.
Even though he possessed only the cursed energy equivalent of one finger, an incomplete version of his Domain would still be enough to tear apart most opponents.
But suddenly—
His movement stopped.
The black markings on Yuji's body began to fade.
The overwhelming evil aura weakened rapidly.
"Damn it… that brat…"
Sukuna clicked his tongue.
The original owner of the body—
Yuji Itadori—
Was suppressing him.
"Give me back… this body!"
Yuji's voice echoed from within.
It trembled slightly but carried immense determination.
"Tch… what a killjoy."
Sukuna scowled.
With only the power of a single finger, he couldn't maintain control for long—especially against Yuji's extraordinary willpower.
The black markings disappeared completely.
Yuji regained control of his body.
He blinked in confusion.
Looking at the destroyed playground… then at the boy floating in mid-air.
"Huh?"
"What just happened?"
"Was there an earthquake?"
Yagami Sora slowly landed.
The faint red glow in his eyes faded, returning them to their original black.
"Looks like it's over."
He clicked his tongue in mild dissatisfaction.
Sukuna had only used the strength of one finger.
It hadn't even forced him to activate his higher-level vector abilities.
Still—
As his first battle after transmigrating into this world—
The feeling of overwhelming victory was satisfying.
"You're the one who saved Fushiguro earlier, right?"
Yuji scratched his head while staring at Sora.
"Wow, you're amazing!"
"Can you actually fly?"
"Something like that."
Sora shrugged.
At that moment, Megumi slowly limped down from the school building.
His expression twitched as he looked at the devastated playground.
The destructive force displayed here rivaled that of a Special Grade cursed spirit.
"Are you alright?" Sora asked.
"I won't die," Megumi replied while clutching his chest.
He stared at Sora with a complicated expression.
"Who… exactly are you?"
"I've never seen a cursed technique like yours before."
Deflecting attacks.
Manipulating gravity.
Compressing air pressure.
It was practically omnipotent.
"My name is Yagami Sora."
Sora introduced himself casually.
"Just an ordinary high school student passing by."
Megumi internally screamed.
An ordinary high school student who just beat up Ryomen Sukuna?!
Just then—
A relaxed voice sounded from the school gate.
"Oh my… young people these days are really energetic."
"If Principal Yaga sees this mess, he's going to cry."
The three of them turned simultaneously.
A tall man with white hair, wearing a black blindfold and the Tokyo Jujutsu High uniform, walked toward them while holding a bag of Kikufuku sweets.
The strongest sorcerer of the modern era—
Satoru Gojo.
He had finally arrived.
Yagami Sora narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at him.
On the system panel—
Gojo's data appeared as question marks.
This was a genuine powerhouse.
Gojo stopped in front of them.
He first looked at the battered Megumi Fushiguro, pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture.
"Haha! Megumi, this miserable face is perfect. I'm sending it to the second-years."
Megumi's face darkened instantly.
"Sensei!"
Gojo laughed before shifting his gaze toward Yuji Itadori.
"So this is the vessel."
Finally—
His attention landed on Yagami Sora.
Even through the blindfold, Sora could feel two intense gazes analyzing him.
The Six Eyes.
Eyes capable of perceiving cursed energy at an extraordinary level of precision.
"Hm?"
Gojo let out a soft sound of surprise.
A curious smile appeared on his face.
"This student…"
"Your cursed energy flow is strange."
"It's like… it doesn't exist."
"And yet it's everywhere."
He glanced at the destroyed battlefield.
"The residual energy here—besides Sukuna's—has a very unusual signature."
Gojo leaned closer to Sora until their faces were nearly level.
"Hey."
"Care to explain something to me?"
His smile widened slightly.
"Was it you who just beat Sukuna into the ground?"