Chapter 49: Domain? Too Slow.
Endless darkness pressed in from every side.
Countless colossal hands formed the walls of the barrier, layered over each other like a grotesque cathedral of flesh. Every inch of this sealed space radiated a foul, suffocating malice that made the skin crawl.
This was Mahito's Domain Expansion, Self Embodiment of Perfection.
Inside this domain, his technique would always hit.
Which meant that the moment someone was trapped here, Mahito's hand had already touched their soul.
Life and death were no longer decided by strength or speed, only by a single thought from him.
"Hahaha! So this is what a domain feels like? Incredible!"
Mahito stood atop a throne formed from writhing hands, drunk on the power surging through his body. His grin stretched wider and wider, his expression twisted with ecstasy.
"Now all your lives are in my hands!"
Nanami Kento's face darkened.
A guaranteed hit effect.
That meant defending was meaningless. Dodging was meaningless. The moment the domain was complete, the result should already have been decided.
He tightened his grip on his blunt sword, a grim light settling in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Itadori-kun. Yami-kun."
His voice was low, steady.
"I dragged you both into this."
"If I stake my life on it, I might be able to force out even the smallest opening."
He was already preparing himself for a desperate gamble.
But before he could move, another voice rose within the domain.
"In your hands?"
Yami remained in his stance, one hand on the hilt of Shiranui. The tendons on the back of his hand stood out sharply, his whole body rigid with strain.
He was enduring it.
Enduring the terrifying pressure pressing directly against his soul, the sensation of something unseen trying to pry him open from the inside.
"You seem to be misunderstanding something."
He slowly lifted his head.
His crimson eyes were still calm, but something desperate and blazing burned in their depths.
Mahito paused for a fraction of a second, then bared his teeth.
"Still bluffing? In my domain, I am a god."
He spread his fingers.
"Die."
With a single thought, he activated the guaranteed hit technique.
Invisible hands lunged for Yami's soul from every direction, reaching not for flesh, but for the very core of his being. They moved without sound, without form, without any path that ordinary senses could trace.
At that instant, death descended.
Yami could not see it.
He could not block it.
He could not evade it.
The naked eye had become useless. Even instinct screamed too late. It felt as though the executioner's blade had already reached his throat.
[Alert. Host has entered an absolute life and death state. Mental focus and role synchronization rising sharply.]
[Synchronization increased to 17 percent.]
Then a single thought cut through everything.
If defense is impossible, then surpass the attack itself.
If the guaranteed hit cannot be avoided, then sever the cause before the technique can fully descend.
Yami lowered his center of gravity.
His right foot slammed into the ground.
Boom.
Cracks exploded beneath him.
The muscles in his legs tightened to the limit, and a sharp tearing sound echoed from within his own flesh as the fibers began to give way under the strain.
"Haa…"
A scorching breath escaped his lips, laced with fine droplets of blood.
Sizzle.
Violent golden red lightning erupted around his body. It twisted, roared, and coiled like a furious dragon, tearing a blazing line through the suffocating darkness of the domain.
"Thunder Breathing, Seventh Form…"
His figure blurred.
No, vanished.
Only a burning trail of lightning remained in the air.
"Flaming Thunder God."
Clang!
A single clear note from the blade rang out through the entire domain.
Time seemed to halt.
Mahito's grin froze in place.
The fanatical delight in his eyes had not yet faded, but terror had already taken root beneath it.
He stared ahead in blank disbelief.
Yami was standing directly in front of him.
At some point, Shiranui had already completed its arc.
The black blade glowed with a vicious, sunlike brilliance, and its edge had passed cleanly through the point where Mahito's technique and hand seal connected.
A thin trail of blood slipped from the corner of Yami's mouth. His fingers trembled around the hilt.
That strike had been forced beyond the limits of his current body. The recoil alone felt as though it might rip his arms apart from within.
But it had landed.
Thud.
Mahito's hands, the ones that had just completed the seal, slid from his wrists and dropped to the ground.
The cuts were smooth as mirrors.
And charred black at the edges.
"Wha… what…"
Mahito's pupils shook violently.
His mind went completely blank.
His domain.
His precious, newly completed domain.
It had not even been allowed to fully descend before it was cut apart.
How?
How was that possible?
"Your movements were too slow."
Yami's voice was calm.
Almost indifferent.
Yet each word struck Mahito like a hammer to the skull.
"The hand signs. The activation."
He slowly straightened, though blood still ran down his chin.
"Everything is too slow in front of my blade."
That was the true terror of Tsugikuni Yoriichi's path.
No Cursed Energy.
No Domain Expansion.
No sure hit technique.
But if the sword is fast enough, fast enough to outpace the instant a technique manifests, fast enough to sever the link of cause and effect itself, then even a guaranteed hit can be turned into nothing more than an empty joke.
Inside Yuji Itadori's inner world, Ryomen Sukuna watched everything through Yuji's eyes from his throne of bone.
When he saw the speed of that draw slash, the King of Curses slowly smiled.
"Heh…"
His red eyes gleamed with dangerous amusement.
"A man with no Cursed Energy, reaching this level?"
He rested his chin on one hand, gaze fixed on Yami.
"That breathing. That sword."
His smile deepened, colder now.
"How nostalgic."
Then his eyes shifted to Mahito, who stood there mutilated and stunned, and his laugh dripped with contempt.
"How pathetic, Mahito."
"Not even qualified to touch a soul, yet you had your hands cut off before you could even finish your little performance."
He leaned back lazily against the throne, utterly unimpressed.
"And this is supposed to be a Special Grade?"
"How boring."
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