"Don't… touch my brother!"
Even while his body rotted from the backlash of his own technique—
Eso struggled to stand.
His wings were torn apart.
Corrosion spread across his flesh.
Yet he forced himself forward—
Shielding Kechizu behind him.
For a moment—
Yagami Sora actually stopped.
"Oh?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Brotherly affection?"
"I didn't expect cursed beings to possess emotions like that."
Eso roared in anger.
"We're not curses!"
"We just…"
"…want to live!"
"Live?"
Sora's expression remained indifferent.
"You kill humans to survive."
"You consume others to exist."
"If you choose to stand against humanity…"
"…then you should be prepared to be exterminated."
"Stop talking!"
Kechizu suddenly broke free from the wall.
Madness filled his eyes.
He charged forward recklessly.
"Brother!"
Together—
The two Death Painting Wombs activated their final technique.
"Rot Technique — Decay!"
A massive stream of poisonous blood burst from Kechizu's mouth.
Eso simultaneously reinforced it with cursed energy.
The blood twisted in the air—
Forming the shape of a grotesque skull.
The smell of rot filled the cavern.
This was their last trump card.
Once touched—
The target would rot from the inside out.
There was almost no defense.
Yagami Sora sighed quietly.
"You still haven't learned."
He raised one hand.
Palm forward.
The air in front of him compressed instantly.
But it wasn't merely compressed air.
Every microscopic particle in that space—
Had its vector direction rewritten.
The poisonous blood struck the invisible wall.
Instead of penetrating—
It bounced back.
This time—
Sora added something extra.
"Vector Manipulation — Diffusion."
The returning blood stream fragmented instantly.
Every droplet separated.
Their trajectories altered individually.
The single attack transformed into a massive expanding cloud.
A toxic mist.
The purple-black fog rapidly expanded.
Completely engulfing Eso and Kechizu.
Tiny electrical sparks flashed through the mist—
Energy released from broken molecular bonds.
"AAAAAAH!!"
The screams were unbearable.
The poison they created—
Now devoured them.
Their skin melted first.
Then muscle.
Then organs.
The Rot Technique attacked their bodies from inside and outside simultaneously.
Every breath drew poison deeper into their lungs.
Their bodies collapsed rapidly.
The fear of watching themselves dissolve—
Was far worse than death.
They clawed at their own flesh.
Trying desperately to escape the pain.
Chunks of decayed muscle tore away.
White bone became visible beneath rotting tissue.
Sora turned away.
He didn't bother watching the end.
The smell disgusted him.
"Since you enjoy corroding others…"
"…you should experience corrosion yourselves."
He covered his nose slightly.
"In the end…"
"All harm returns to its origin."
"That's the conservation of vectors."
Several minutes later—
The screams faded.
Then stopped completely.
The mist slowly dissipated.
What remained on the ground were two skeletal remains.
Black blood pooled beneath them.
White smoke still rose from the bones.
The last evidence that they had ever existed.
Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki approached cautiously.
Even though the sight disturbed them—
They understood the reality.
If they had lost—
They would be the ones lying there.
That was the fate of jujutsu sorcerers.
"It's over."
Megumi turned toward the corpse of the mole-like cursed spirit.
The creature had died from fear long ago.
From its remains—
Megumi retrieved something.
A withered finger.
Yet it radiated overwhelming cursed energy.
One of Sukuna's fingers.
"Mission complete."
Sora stretched lazily.
"Well."
"That was unpleasant."
"Let's go back."
"I want a late-night snack."
He grimaced slightly.
"Watching things rot like that ruins my appetite."
"Next time we should let that lazy teacher deal with it."
"Satoru Gojo exists for a reason."
Elsewhere — Tokyo
Deep inside a hidden building—
A young man suddenly froze.
The blocks he had been stacking collapsed.
The small castle he built fell apart instantly.
This was Choso.
The eldest of the Death Painting Wombs.
Suddenly—
A sharp pain pierced his chest.
It was a sensation tied to blood.
A connection between brothers.
Two presences vanished.
"Eso…"
"Kechizu…"
Blood tears streamed from his eyes.
He could feel their final moments.
The agony.
The despair.
The horrifying experience of being killed by their own cursed technique.
Choso clenched his fist.
Blood dripped from his palm.
"…Who?"
His cursed energy exploded outward.
Furniture shattered instantly.
Hatred burned inside him.
"No matter who you are…"
"…I will kill you."
"I will make you experience despair."
"A despair…"
"…greater than the one my brothers felt."
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