"Okkotsu-senpai?!"
Megumi recognized the person and his tense nerves relaxed slightly. But feeling the undisguised hostility from the other party, his heart jumped into his throat again.
Yuta's gaze bypassed Megumi and locked directly onto Yuji standing behind.
"You are Itadori Yuji." Yuta's voice was low and hoarse.
He slowly drew the long sword from his back, the blade reflecting a bone-chilling cold light under the pale lights of the basement.
"I heard that Inumaki-kun was seriously injured in Shibuya. If someone hadn't intervened to save him, he would have died. And the cause of all this is the Ryomen Sukuna inside you."
Yuta approached step by step, massive Cursed Energy compressing and boiling on the blade.
"Although the higher-ups at the Jujutsu Headquarters were suppressed by some force and canceled your death sentence, I don't care about the orders of those old men."
"The guy who hurt my companion, even if you are Gojo-sensei's student, I will execute you here."
The killing intent stung Yuji's skin like a physical force.
Yuji gritted his teeth and did not retreat. He knew how terrifying the destruction brought by Sukuna's awakening last night was. If Yamada hadn't arrived in time and stepped Sukuna into the ruins, the casualties in Shibuya would have increased exponentially.
"Okkotsu-senpai! Please wait!"
Megumi immediately blocked in front of Yuji, spreading his arms.
"Inumaki-senpai's injuries have fully recovered! And the urgent matter now is not infighting! Gojo-sensei is sealed in the special grade cursed object 'Prison Realm,' and that thing is now in the hands of an extremely dangerous man! There is also the Culling Game sweeping the country, and my sister has been dragged into it too! We need your strength!"
Hearing "Gojo-sensei is sealed," Yuta's footsteps stopped abruptly.
His bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Megumi. "Gojo-sensei sealed? Is there anyone in this world who can scheme against him?"
Yuta sheathed his long sword, and the rampaging Cursed Energy around him receded rapidly like an ebbing tide.
He walked to a nearby hospital bed and sat down, rubbing his eyebrows, his exhausted face full of gravity.
"Tell me everything that happened last night, word for word."
For the next half hour, Megumi recounted everything that happened on the fifth basement level of Shibuya, including Kenjaku's conspiracy, the destruction of Jogo and Hanami, the awakening of Sukuna, and the mysterious black-haired young man who appeared out of thin air, suppressed the entire scene in one move, and even cleaned up Special Grade Cursed Spirits like trash.
After hearing this, the basement fell into a long, dead silence.
Yuta lowered his head, fingers rubbing the hilt of his sword.
"Crushing a Special Grade Cursed Spirit with one hand, cutting a meteorite with one sword strike, and even being able to make severed limbs regenerate out of thin air..."
Yuta took a deep breath. Even as the only Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer currently free to act at Jujutsu High, he felt a shiver of fear regarding the man named "Yamada" in Megumi's description.
"Is that man a friend or a foe?" Yuta asked, looking up.
"I don't know."
Megumi shook his head, his tone bitter. "He saved us, and he saved Nanami-san and the others. But he took away the Prison Realm, and he declared... if the higher-ups dared to disobey his orders, he would flatten the entire Jujutsu World. Those higher-ups at the Jujutsu Headquarters don't even dare to mention his name now, behaving obediently."
Yuta stood up, his eyes becoming firm and sharp again. "Since he didn't kill Gojo-sensei, it means there is still room for maneuver. The priority now is to quell the riots caused by the Culling Game."
Yuta looked at Yuji. Although there was still wariness towards Sukuna in his eyes, the hostility had dissipated for the most part.
"Itadori, we'll settle the score with Sukuna later. I'll help you enter the barrier."
"Step one, we collect points in the Culling Game, add rules, and save Fushiguro's sister and other innocent civilians."
"Step two, find clues to break the seal of the Prison Realm. Since that man named Yamada took the Prison Realm, once the chaos is quelled, I will visit him personally."
The return of the pure love fighter gave the protagonist group, which had been in a desperate situation, a backbone again.
A surprise attack against the various barriers of the Culling Game officially kicked off.
...
Three days later.
Tokyo No. 1 Colony.
The cruelty of the Culling Game was vividly displayed at this moment. The streets were full of deep pits and bloodstains left by battles, and modern buildings had been destroyed into pieces of ruins.
Boom!
A thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, splitting a semi-grade 2 Cursed Spirit into charcoal.
At the high point of the ruins stood a man wearing old-fashioned hunting garb and holding a metal staff. His blue hair was as spiky as a hedgehog, and there was an iconic lightning mark on the corner of his eye.
The strongest lightning-attribute Jujutsu Sorcerer from four hundred years ago—Kashimo Hajime.
Reincarnated, in these short three days, he had already slaughtered dozens of modern Jujutsu Sorcerers and countless Cursed Spirits in this barrier, his points far in the lead.
"Boring."
Kashimo Hajime carried his metal staff, his eyes filled with a mix of disdain and fanaticism.
"Is this all the level of modern Jujutsu Sorcerers? So weak they don't even qualify to warm me up."
He looked up at the edge of the translucent black barrier in the sky.
"That bastard Kenjaku said there is a King of Curses named Ryomen Sukuna in this era who can let me die happily."
Kashimo Hajime gripped his staff tightly, terrifying electric sparks erupting from his body, emitting crackling sonic booms.
"Where is Sukuna? Get out here!"
His roar echoed in the dead silence of the ruins, but no one responded.
But outside the barrier, in the luxury villa in Chiyoda Ward.
Yamada, who was sitting on the sofa resting his eyes, suddenly opened them. Toji beside him also stopped wiping his sword.
"Boss. The energy reaction in the barrier has become stronger." Toji grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.
"The ancient crops are growing well."
Yamada stood up.
"The leeks are ripe. Let's go, time to harvest."
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