Kenjaku and Uraume sat side by side as the airplane cut through the clouds on its way to Italy.
Kenjaku looked out the window with visible fascination.
"Isn't it remarkable?" he said casually. "Non-sorcerers built these massive metal birds that fly through the sky. Hundreds of people are moving across continents in mere hours. Humanity has always been fascinating."
Uraume didn't even glance at the window.
Kenjaku continued talking anyway.
"Modern transportation alone has reshaped the world of jujutsu. Imagine how cursed techniques evolve when people can cross oceans in a single day. Sorcery used to be so regional, you know. Now everything is connected."
"Even overseas sorcery begins to grow, only a few figures in overseas history had special grade strength, Merlin Circe, Medea, Sibyll, Arthur... But due to non-sorcerers overseas might get stronger once again."
Uraume's eyebrow twitched.
Kenjaku went on.
"And the way non-sorcerers innovate without cursed energy—planes, satellites, the internet. Honestly, they might surpass sorcerers in certain areas someday. That's what makes observing them so—"
"Will you shut up?"
Uraume's cold voice cut him off instantly.
Kenjaku blinked.
Uraume turned to him, clearly irritated.
"Enough of this pointless chatter. When do we free Sukuna-sama?"
Kenjaku stared at her for a moment.
Then he chuckled softly.
"Ah… right. I suppose you're not interested in anthropology."
He leaned forward and pointed through the window as the plane began descending toward Rome.
"We're almost there."
Not long later, the plane landed in Rome.
Passengers poured into the terminal.
Kenjaku and Uraume walked calmly through the crowd, blending among normal travelers as much as they could.
Kenjaku scanned the airport casually.
Then he smiled. "There he is."
He pointed toward a distant figure.
Yuji Itadori walked through the airport with a relaxed smile on his face. He carried a small bag filled with souvenirs from his trip.
He had bought gifts for everyone.
Something for Megumi.
Something for Choso.
A ridiculous keychain for Ikuyo.
A snack box for Yuta.
Even something small for Maki.
And for Nobara…
He had bought a bracelet he thought she would like if she were to wake up.
Yuji hummed happily to himself as he walked toward the departure line for his return flight to Japan.
For the first time in weeks, things had felt normal.
Then— His body suddenly froze.
A crushing wave of cursed energy rolled over him from behind.
Yuji turned slowly.
His blood ran cold.
Standing a few meters away were two familiar figures.
Kenjaku raised a hand and waved casually.
"Yoo."
Yuji's eyes widened.
"YOU—!"
His voice came out hoarse.
"How are you here?!"
He immediately noticed the other person standing beside him.
Uraume.
Yuji's body tensed.
Kenjaku smiled calmly.
"Hello, Yuji."
Uraume stepped forward slightly, already raising her hand.
But before she could attack—
A mouth opened on Yuji's cheek.
Sukuna spoke one word.
"Enchain."
In an instant, Sukuna seized control of Yuji's body.
The tattoos spread across Yuji's face.
His expression shifted.
Sukuna stretched his arms slightly, testing the body.
"Ah…"
He looked down at his hands.
"Much better."
Kenjaku waved again.
"Yo, Sukuna."
Uraume immediately dropped to one knee.
"Sukuna-sama."
But Sukuna ignored her.
His eyes remained fixed on Kenjaku.
Kenjaku sighed dramatically.
"Oh, don't look at me like that."
He gestured behind him.
"I prepared something special for you."
He snapped his fingers.
A large, cursed spirit appeared beside him.
Its stomach split open.
A man fell out onto the airport floor.
The man was tied up, trembling violently.
His face was pale with terror.
Kenjaku crouched beside him.
"This," Kenjaku said casually, "is your new vessel."
Sukuna's eyes narrowed slightly.
Kenjaku continued.
"Perfect compatibility. Weak soul."
He leaned closer to Sukuna.
"And most importantly… an interesting cursed technique."
Sukuna stared at the man.
Then he glanced back at Yuji's body.
"…Anything is better than this brat."
Kenjaku grinned.
"Exactly."
Sukuna tore one of the fingers off Yuji's hand.
Then forced it into the man's mouth.
For a moment— Nothing happened.
Then the man froze.
Black markings spread across his skin.
His body convulsed.
The ropes that tied him snapped apart as cursed energy exploded from him.
When the man stood again—
Sukuna was inside him.
He flexed his fingers slowly.
"Hmm…" He studied his new hands.
Then he tilted his head.
"What an interesting technique."
A wide grin spread across his face.
He looked at Yuji.
Yuji stared back at him in horror as he had taken back control of his body.
Kenjaku spoke again.
"Don't kill him yet."
Sukuna glanced at him.
"If he dies now, the others might find out too quickly," Kenjaku continued. "And I'd rather they stay gathered together."
His smile widened.
"You'd enjoy fighting them all at once, wouldn't you?"
"Many of them are stronger than the Fujiwara clan's elite sorcerers from your time."
Sukuna's grin grew wider.
"…Oh?"
Kenjaku nodded.
"Special grades. All waiting in one place."
Sukuna chuckled.
"Fine."
He looked back at Yuji.
"This brat is useless to me anyway."
In the next instant. He appeared in front of Yuji.
And punched him.
Yuji flew across the airport terminal like a cannonball, smashing through walls, glass panels, and support pillars before crashing into the far end of the building.
Kenjaku scratched his head while watching civilians scream and run in panic.
"Aw man."
He looked around at the collapsing terminal.
"I guess we should clean this up."
He began summoning cursed spirits.
But Sukuna raised a hand.
"Wait."
Kenjaku stopped.
Sukuna grinned.
"Let me."
He looked around the airport.
"I enjoyed the massacre in Shinjuku."
"This should be fun too."
The next moment—
The airport vanished in a storm of slashes.
Buildings collapsed.
Runways split apart.
Planes were cut into pieces.
Within minutes, the entire airport was nothing but ruins.
Smoke rose into the sky.
Silence followed.
Uraume stepped forward calmly.
"Sukuna-sama."
Kenjaku checked his watch.
"Well then."
"Shall we return to Japan?"
A day later.
Deep within a hidden ritual chamber in Japan.
The bath had already been prepared.
Sukuna stepped into the dark ritual liquid without hesitation.
The cursed ritual suppressed the vessel completely, submerging the host's will.
When he emerged, Sukuna's presence felt even heavier.
Uraume approached respectfully.
She carried a small box.
Inside were the remaining fingers.
She presented them to Sukuna.
He consumed them one by one.
The cursed energy in the room exploded.
Nineteen fingers.
Sukuna had returned to near full strength.
He flexed his fingers slowly.
"And this new technique…"
His smile widened.
"…how delightful."
He looked forward.
"I'm going to enjoy this."
Kenjaku leaned against a pillar, watching with satisfaction.
Then his phone rang.
He answered. For a moment, he listened silently.
Then his expression darkened.
"…I see."
He hung up the phone.
Sukuna glanced at him.
Kenjaku sighed.
"They freed Gojo Satoru."
Silence filled the chamber.
Then—
Sukuna grinned.
Slowly. Wider and wider.
"Perfect."
His eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Then I'll kill him."
"And his students."
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End of chapter.