Jujutsu High, Dojo
Bang!
With a ruthless kick from Satoru Gojo, Megumi Fushiguro was sent flying backward.
His body rolled across the dojo floor several times before he finally stopped.
"Cough... cough..."
Megumi coughed as he forced himself back to his feet. When he looked up, he saw Satoru casually waving his hand.
"That's enough for today."
The carefree tone instantly irritated Megumi.
"Gojo-sensei, I can still keep going! Please take this seriously and use some real effort!"
Satoru stopped walking. He scratched the back of his head, looking slightly troubled before turning around.
"Megumi, do you even know what it means to get serious?"
"Eh?"
Megumi froze, confused by the question.
Satoru removed his sunglasses and looked at him with rare seriousness.
"I like your sense of justice, but there's a major problem with the way you approach fights."
"You always assume that when you face a strong opponent, the worst outcome is sacrificing yourself. But you've never imagined a version of yourself that becomes strong enough to win."
"If you keep thinking like that, forget reaching my level. You won't even reach Kento Nanami's level."
Satoru walked over and crouched in front of Megumi, meeting his eyes.
"Resolve isn't about preparing to die."
"'Trading your life' and 'betting your life' are two completely different things."
"Be a little greedier, Megumi."
Tap!
Satoru flicked Megumi's forehead with his finger, as if flipping a switch in his mind.
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Elsewhere, Underground
In a hidden underground facility, Kenjaku frowned.
"Still no news?"
Jogo shook his head.
"No. Could Jujutsu High have secretly destroyed it?"
"Impossible."
Kenjaku answered immediately.
"Ryomen Sukuna already exists on an entirely different biological level. There is no method in the jujutsu world capable of destroying his fingers."
"Not even Shion?" Jogo asked.
Kenjaku shook his head.
"It's not about strength. Sukuna's fingers contain his soul. Unless someone's soul surpasses his, even Gojo Shion cannot destroy them."
After a moment, he sighed.
"Forget it. We can't wait forever. Eighteen fingers should be enough."
He smiled faintly.
"Let's go awaken the legendary King of Curses."
Kenjaku, Uraume, and the three Disaster Curses carried the eighteen fingers into a secret laboratory.
During this time, the Cursed Womb: Death Painting had fully matured. Its body could now withstand Sukuna's soul.
Kenjaku smashed a Petri dish with a punch. A body slid out along with the nutrient solution.
After covering it with a robe, Kenjaku placed the eighteen fingers into its mouth one by one.
Suddenly, a suffocating presence filled the room.
It spread through the space like black ink dripping into clear water.
The Cursed Womb slowly stood up. Dark markings across its body deepened as sharp claws rapidly grew from its fingers.
Then, its eyes snapped open.
A flood of negative emotions surged outward.
Extreme malice.
Extreme bloodlust.
Pure evil.
Even the Disaster Curses, beings born from humanity's hatred, trembled under the pressure.
"Heehee..."
"Hahahahaha..."
A suppressed, unhinged laugh echoed through the underground chamber, like a demon rising from hell.
At that moment, the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, was reborn.
"As expected!"
"Only with a real body can one truly feel the air and light!"
His blood-red eyes swept the room wildly.
"Where are the people? Where are the women?"
"I'll kill them all! Wipe them out!"
"Every woman and child will be crushed beneath my feet like insects!"
Sukuna laughed gleefully as his hand suddenly shot forward, grabbing Uraume by the throat.
"A woman? Is this a woman?"
Caught off guard, Uraume struggled while releasing cursed energy.
"Lord Sukuna, it's me!"
Sukuna paused before slowly releasing his grip.
"...Uraume."
His gaze shifted behind them, landing on Kenjaku and the Disaster Curses.
A grin spread across his face.
"Kenjaku. It's been a thousand years, hasn't it?"
Kenjaku nodded calmly.
"Yes. A thousand years truly—"
"Silence."
Sukuna cut him off without hesitation.
"I have no interest in reminiscing."
Although both originated from a thousand years ago, Kenjaku had remained active in the jujutsu world by repeatedly transferring his brain into new bodies.
Sukuna, however, had spent centuries trapped inside his fingers.
After a thousand years of isolation, the only thing he desired now was slaughter.
Kenjaku saw through his thoughts and spoke calmly.
"Sukuna, this era is very different from the one you remember."
"In this age, the strongest has appeared."
"Huh?"
For a moment Sukuna looked puzzled.
Then he burst into laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
"The strongest? Just some commoner born outside my era!"
Jogo stepped forward.
"Are you joking? Geto Suguru and Satoru alone are absurdly strong, and that Shion..."
Slice.
"Eh?"
Jogo stared in disbelief as his body was instantly cut into pieces.
His head flew through the air like a ball.
He hadn't seen it.
He hadn't seen Sukuna move at all.
By the time he realized what had happened, his body had already been severed.
This... was the King of Curses?
Jogo's remaining head trembled with fear. It was the same helpless terror he had felt when facing Satoru Gojo before.
Why did monsters like these keep appearing?
"Jogo!"
Hanami and Mahito quickly caught his head.
Fortunately, as a cursed spirit, Jogo could regenerate. Given enough time, his body would recover.
After all, his head had been ripped off by Gojo before.
Sukuna glanced at the three Disaster Curses with cold indifference.
"When I speak, insects should not interrupt."
"Stay quietly in a corner."
Kenjaku wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead.
Sukuna was just as dangerous as Shion.
Fortunately, they had formed a Binding Vow a thousand years ago. Because of that contract, Sukuna could not harm him for now.
"Still," Kenjaku continued calmly, "what Jogo said isn't entirely wrong."
He took out the information he had gathered.
"This era is nothing like the past."
"Shion, Satoru, and Suguru. The power of those three alone surpasses any generation in the history of jujutsu society."
"And especially Shion. When facing him, the pressure feels like confronting an existence beyond the limits of life itself, very similar to facing you."
Sukuna glanced at the documents with mild interest before tearing them apart.
"Interesting."
"But that's all."
"In front of me, he is only another challenger."
He stepped forward with a cruel smile.
"Now then."
"I'm going on a killing spree."
Sukuna shot out of the underground facility and rose high into the sky.
In the distance, the city lights glittered brilliantly against the night.
Looking down at the bustling city below, the King of Curses revealed a savage, bloodthirsty grin.
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