Before Okkotsu could even react—
Mirai stomped down, shattering the stone beneath his feet, and shot forward!
Boom!
Fists collided. The Black Rope in Okkotsu's hand had only one-third remaining!
As he struggled to defend in his exhausted state, another crisis struck—
Rika, released from her restrictions, was repeatedly battered by the withered tree–like curse!
Mirai's blood-red eyes swept toward the depths of the platform.
With a thought, the partially unsealed Demonic Statue of the Outer Path adjusted its output downward—its cursed energy output now matching that of the two shikigami.
Three against one—the situation barely maintained balance.
Gojo pushed his Reverse Cursed Technique to the limit—his destroyed right arm rapidly regenerating.
Casting aside all distractions, he prepared to rejoin the fight—
Then—
A dull thud sounded behind him.
Gojo instinctively glanced down.
At his feet lay a cube, covered in intricate cursed markings.
"Prison Realm… Open."
The familiar voice by his ear caused Gojo to freeze.
The cube beneath his gaze began its final countdown.
Crack… crack…
The seams of cursed inscriptions began to split—
Then it burst open, transforming into a grotesque, two-meter mass wrapped in flesh and sinew.
It resembled a blood-red starfish—legs spread, arms extended.
At its center—
A single exposed eye, oozing thick crimson fluid.
Gojo stared at it.
A strange sense of absurdity—and unease—rose in his chest.
Just as he prepared to step out of the eye's range—
That same familiar voice spoke again:
"Long time no see… Satoru."
Gojo's retreating foot stopped.
His gaze was drawn—irresistibly—behind the eye.
"…Ha."
There—
Was the face he knew better than any other.
Within Gojo's bright blue eyes surged overwhelming, tangled emotion.
One year ago—
Geto Suguru had been killed by Mirai himself.
After learning that the White Zetsu could possess bodies, Gojo, Shoko, and the others had long suspected—
That Geto's corpse might be one of Mirai's hidden trump cards.
From the beginning—
Gojo's Six Eyes told him this was not a White Zetsu imitation.
And yet—
The information it fed him now said—
The person before him was unquestionably Geto Suguru.
Aside from the stitched scar across his forehead—
His cursed energy, his body…
Everything was exactly Geto himself.
"Geto…?"
In that instant—
Gojo's mind flooded uncontrollably with memories.
Three years at Jujutsu High.
Exorcising curses together.
Defying Principal Yaga together.
Teasing Utahime together.
Complaining about the higher-ups together…
So many shared moments.
So many memories.
Three years of youth.
Three years of friendship.
In a single instant—
Three years of memory surged through his mind.
Special Cursed Object: Prison Realm
From a thousand years ago—perhaps even earlier—
A sorcerer named Genshin awakened a barrier technique.
Over his lifetime, he sealed countless curses within his own body.
After death—
His body became the Prison Realm.
A creation capable of sealing even the strongest sorcerer.
An absolute prison—designed for Gojo Satoru.
Its effects are threefold:
Sealing of cursed energy
Distortion of time perception
Absolute confinement
A sorcerer trapped inside cannot use cursed energy to escape.
Nor can they perceive the passage of time.
A hundred years. A thousand. Ten thousand…
Endless time in a confined space.
Other than suicide—
The only option is to wait for someone else to release them.
Its power is overwhelming—
But so are its conditions.
The target must remain within four meters of the Prison Realm for one minute.
Not physical time—
But the time experienced within the target's mind.
And Gojo Satoru—
In that single glance back—
Had just relived three years.
"Satoru… how can you lose focus in the middle of a fight?"
The relaxed voice snapped Gojo back to reality.
He regained awareness—
Only to find layers of flesh binding him tightly in place.
He couldn't sense cursed energy.
Half-kneeling, Gojo frowned deeply.
Staring at the disgusting smile on his former friend's face, his shock quickly turned to fury.
"…Who are you?!"
"So quick to forget me?"
The fake Geto folded his hands into his sleeves, looking down at Gojo with amusement.
"I'm your best friend—Geto Suguru."
Gojo glared at him.
"The Six Eyes tell me you are Geto Suguru himself!"
"But—"
"My soul rejects that answer!"
He strained violently, pulling the flesh binding him to its limit!
"Now spit it out—who the hell are you?!"
"GOJO-SENSEI!!!"
Geto's sudden appearance—
And Gojo being restrained—
Okkotsu had been forced all the way back across the platform.
He had tried countless times to break through Mirai's defense—
But failed every single time.
Boom!
The Black Rope in his hand was nearly burned away completely.
Okkotsu's expression grew more frantic.
"Why?!"
With a massive surge of cursed energy, he drove a punch straight toward Mirai's heart!
He didn't expect to kill—
As long as Mirai dodged, it would create an opening!
If he could just reach Gojo—
He could use the last of the Black Rope to free him!
Boom!!!
Mirai casually stopped the punch in place.
"Why betray Jujutsu High?"
Looking down at the furious Okkotsu, Mirai spoke calmly:
"I could ask the same."
"Why can't you just obediently follow the strong… instead of making pointless resistance?"
Ever since the Goodwill Event months ago, the timeline Mirai knew had already begun to shift drastically.
Hakari. Okkotsu. Their presence in Shibuya alongside Gojo—
Forced him to repeatedly adjust his plans.
Now, all he could do was maintain the overall direction—
Ensuring that Kenjaku could safely absorb Mahito—
And quickly summon the sorcerers from a thousand years ago.
"Void Technique Extension—Shock!"
Mirai's leg lashed out, slamming into Okkotsu's side—
As his crimson gaze turned toward the darkness ahead.
Space itself rippled—
Then visibly tore apart!
Uraume and Hakari, who had just emerged from the shattered domain—
Had no time to process what was happening.
A surge of terror filled their hearts.
BOOM!!!
The ruptured space unleashed a violent storm—
Blasting both of them away the moment they stabilized themselves!
"Kenjaku, hurry up. I don't have the patience to listen to your old stories."
Mirai's impatient voice echoed across the platform as he slowly rose into the air.
The Mangekyō had already confirmed it—
The Black Rope in Okkotsu's hand was completely destroyed.
As for whether any remained elsewhere…
That would be up to White Zetsu to confirm.
"Alright, alright~"
Kenjaku held a long needle, slowly stitching his opened skull back together.
"Let's continue this another time. That one has quite the temper."
Looking at Gojo, Kenjaku smiled.
"I wonder how long it'll be before we meet again?"
"A hundred years? Or a thousand?"
"Hahaha—!"
Seeing Mirai approaching, Kenjaku didn't dare linger.
"Until the new world… Gojo Satoru."
Without giving Gojo a chance to respond—
With Mirai preparing to leave, Kenjaku had no reason to stay.
Okkotsu and Hakari together—
Even Uraume couldn't hold them off.
"Prison Realm—"
"Close."
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