"Boom—!"
With Yoru's nonchalant mention of "the Brain," Kenjaku felt as if a heavy bomb had directly detonated in his mind, stirring up a storm of shock.
In that moment, the schemer who had lived for a millennium felt the suffocating sensation of fate tightening its grip around his throat for the first time.
His eyes, which were originally filled with greed and fanaticism, were now completely bloodshot from extreme terror.
"You... how... how do you know?!"
Kenjaku's voice became sharp and piercing due to his extreme fear, sounding like a rat with its tail stepped on.
His true identity, hidden for a thousand years—a secret even the strongest of the modern era, Satoru Gojo, couldn't see through—
Had been called out by this anomaly who had disappeared ten years ago!
Yoru didn't answer him.
He just stood there quietly, his deep red eyes like an abyss, staring coldly at Kenjaku.
His left hand rested on the scabbard of the broken Shiranui, the dark red blade light flickering under the moonlight like an ancient beast waking up.
"Don't be nervous, Kenjaku."
At that moment, a voice filled with a hint of playfulness and mockery suddenly rang out from behind Yoru.
Kenjaku whipped his head around, his pupils shrinking violently once again.
He saw Suguru Geto, who was supposed to be on the verge of death and finding it difficult to even move a finger.
At this moment, he was casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and wobbling as he stood up from the scorched ruins!
Although his right arm, severed by the Pure Love Beam, was still dripping with blood and his gojo-kesa was completely incinerated—
Where was the madness and despair in those narrow, fox-like eyes?
Only the coldness and satisfaction of a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap remained!
"Suguru Geto... you're not dead?!"
Kenjaku stared at the standing Suguru Geto in disbelief, his brain short-circuiting entirely.
In his calculations, Suguru Geto should have absolutely been on the brink of death after enduring the ultimate outburst from Yuta Okkotsu and Rika Orimoto.
The gravity barrier he had applied earlier should have completely crushed his last bit of resistance.
But now...
This man had stood up as if nothing had happened?!
"Dead?"
Suguru Geto let out a low chuckle, using his remaining left hand to brush the dust off his body, his eyes full of deep mockery.
"If I were truly dead, who would be here to enjoy that ridiculous expression of yours?"
"To be honest, this ten-year-long defection drama was played far too realistically."
Suguru Geto glanced at Yoru beside him, a hint of relief curling at the corner of his mouth.
"So realistic that... I almost started believing I was truly that heinous Most Evil Curse User."
"You... you people..."
Looking at Yoru and Suguru Geto standing side by side, an unprecedented chill shot straight from the soles of Kenjaku's feet to his skull!
He had been played!
An absurd yet logical thought flashed frantically through Kenjaku's mind.
The ten years of defection!
The ten years of opposition!
Even the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons that had overturned all of Tokyo and Kyoto today!
Could it all be...
A massive lie carefully orchestrated just to draw him out—the venomous snake hiding in the shadows?!
"This is impossible!"
Kenjaku let out a hysterical roar, his ordinary face twisting completely with extreme humiliation and rage.
"How could you possibly calculate to this extent?!"
"What about Satoru Gojo?! Isn't he pinned down in Shinjuku by Miguel?!"
"If he isn't here, you think two cripples—one heavily injured and one just returned—can kill me?!"
Kenjaku shrieked madly, the black cursed energy within him surging like boiling lava as he tried to force a way out of this desperate situation.
However.
The moment his words fell.
"Shua—!"
A cursed energy even more arrogant and violent than Yoru's exploded in mid-air without warning!
Following that, a tall, slender figure wearing a black Jujutsu High uniform and a pure black blindfold appeared above the ruins like a descending deity.
"Yo, how can a gathering this lively be missing me?"
Satoru Gojo had his hands in his pockets, that signature, irritatingly arrogant smile on his face.
And at his feet.
Miguel, the strongest sorcerer from Africa who held the Special Grade Cursed Tool 'Black Rope.'
Was currently sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.
His exotic robe had been torn to shreds, and he was covered in footprints and fist marks, clearly having just undergone a brutal, one-sided beating.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Satoru Gojo casually kicked Miguel beside him, a hint of unconcealed disgust in his tone.
"This brother's strength isn't much, but his escape skills are truly top-tier."
"Took a bit of time."
Yoru looked at the prone Miguel and spoke flatly:
"Good work, Miguel."
"Although you were quite reluctant when I persuaded you not too long ago, you played your part perfectly."
The moment those words were spoken, the entire area fell into a deathly silence.
Suguru Geto snapped his head around, his narrow fox-eyes filled with shock and absurdity:
"Yoru... you were the one who brought Miguel?!"
"So this guy has been with me all this time, but he was actually an actor you planted?"
Satoru Gojo was also stunned. He looked down at the dog-like Miguel, then back at Yoru, unable to stop himself from swearing.
"Hah?! You bastard, so the reason you went to Africa right after coming back was just to find me a punching bag for a play?"
Even Kenjaku's distorted face froze completely.
He had thought Miguel was a pawn he had secretly contacted in Africa and lured over with great rewards.
In the end...
Even this key piece he thought he controlled was a foreshadowing laid by Yoru not long ago?!
"Just a casual move."
Yoru's tone was calm, as if he had only done something trivial.
"After all, to fool a thousand-year-old schemer, the script has to be a bit more exciting, right?"
Kenjaku's breathing stopped completely. A sense of defeat from being outplayed on a higher dimension instantly swept through his entire body.
Satoru Gojo looked up, the Eyes of the Blue Sky hidden beneath his blindfold locking onto Kenjaku.
"However..."
"It seems I've arrived at just the right time."
"Gojo... Satoru!!!"
Looking at the white-haired man who appeared like a nightmare, Kenjaku's heart sank to the very bottom.
Yoru.
Suguru Geto.
Satoru Gojo.
These three monsters representing the ceiling of modern jujutsu combat power now formed a nearly perfect triangle, trapping him in the center of the ruins!
Between heaven and earth, there was no way out!
"How could it be like this..."
Kenjaku trembled, the true light of despair finally appearing in his eyes that were once full of calculations and plots.
His thousand-year plan.
The ambition he had harbored through countless days and nights.
Was being utterly crushed tonight—at the very moment that should have been his perfect victory.
Crushed by these three madmen using a decade-long hoax!
An unprecedented sense of humiliation gnawed at Kenjaku's soul like a venomous snake.
"I see now..."
Kenjaku suddenly stopped trembling. He lowered his head and let out a low, raspy, cold laugh.
"What a grand deceptive play."
"Suguru Geto, to draw me out, you didn't hesitate to bear a decade of infamy and even sacrifice the Star Religious Group you worked so hard to build?"
"And you, Yoru."
Kenjaku snapped his head up, his eyes glaring fixedly at Yoru.
"You clearly saw through my existence ten years ago, yet you held back until today to strike?!"
"You lunatics... you're all complete lunatics!!!"
Facing Kenjaku's impotent rage, the trio showed no emotion.
Yoru slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the broken Shiranui, his thumb giving it a gentle push.
"Clang."
A section of the dark red blade revealed a bloodthirsty, cold gleam under the night sky.
"Lunatics?"
Yoru looked at Kenjaku, a cold, mocking smile on his lips.
"Compared to a thousand-year-old monster like you, who toys with the fates of countless humans for the sake of so-called 'evolution'—"
"Our little bit of madness is nothing."
Satoru Gojo also slowly pulled down a corner of his blindfold, revealing a single Eye of the Blue Sky radiating brilliant blue light.
"Alright, enough small talk."
"Since the actors are all here, it's time to bring this grand play to its final curtain call."
Satoru Gojo held out his right hand, a dangerous red energy sphere beginning to condense at his fingertips.
"Red."
On the other side, although Suguru Geto had lost his right arm, his remaining left hand steadily formed a seal.
"Maximum: Uzumaki."
Although the Uzumaki formed by over four thousand cursed spirits earlier had been intentionally diverted by him...
The foundation he held as a Special Grade Sorcerer was still enough to launch a lethal attack.
Three world-ending, terrifying auras completely sealed off all of Kenjaku's escape routes!
"You want to kill me?"
In this desperate situation with no way out, the terror on Kenjaku's face suddenly receded like a tide.
In its place was an unprecedented, almost pathological frenzy!
"You think I've lived for a thousand years without a single trump card to save my life?!"
"Boom!!!"
Accompanied by Kenjaku's hysterical roar.
His originally ordinary physical body began to expand rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
His skin shattered inch by inch, and countless pitch-black, eerie cursed seals crawled frantically within his flesh like living things.
"You want my life? Then take all of Tokyo down with me!!!"
"Roar—!"
"Hiss!"
Under the shocked gazes of Yoru and the others.
Thousands of cursed spirits of varying forms, radiating astonishing malice, actually erupted from Kenjaku's expanding body like a fountain!
This wasn't ordinary Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
These were ancient evil spirits that Kenjaku had collected over his long millennium by changing bodies—spirits that couldn't be completely exorcised!
They had no reason, no goal, only the purest desire for destruction and slaughtering instinct.
"Damn! This guy actually used his own body as a container for cursed spirits?!"
Suguru Geto's expression changed drastically.
He knew all too well what kind of terrifying casualties would occur if cursed spirits of this quantity and level were to explode in the heart of Tokyo!
"Don't panic."
Yoru's gaze remained as cold as ice as he slowly drew the broken Shiranui from his waist.
"It's just a smoke screen of a deathbed struggle."
"Today, even if God himself comes—"
"You're leaving your life here!"
Yoru's right foot suddenly retreated a step, and a near-tangible high temperature instantly surged around him.
The hunt has officially begun!
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