"Sukuna..."
Kenjaku's inhuman voice rang out, carrying a hint of eerie satisfaction, "I didn't expect you to actually succeed in stopping Toho Hiroshi."
"Teacher! Dongfang-senpai!"
"Megumi!"
"Sukuna!"
At the same time, Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, the angel Kurusu Hana, Yorozu, Yuki Tsukumo, as well as Maki, Panda, Toge Inumaki, and the rest of the Jujutsu High group finally broke through the outer energy turbulence and the obstruction of low-level Cursed Spirits, arriving at the core battlefield.
At a glance, they saw the heavily wounded and near-death Sukuna being rescued, and they also felt the despair-inducing pressure brought by that Colossal Cursed Spirit.
The situation instantly became incredibly clear, yet also incredibly grim.
Toho Hiroshi looked back at the Gedo Statue, which was protected by a flame formation, its nine eyes wide open, its aura becoming increasingly terrifying, as if it would break out of its cocoon at any moment.
He knew that the transformation of the Ten-Tails had reached the most critical moment and still needed some time.
He took a deep breath, exchanged a look with Satoru Gojo, and instantly understood each other's thoughts.
"Leave that big guy to us." Satoru Gojo grinned, his pale blue Six Eyes igniting with fighting spirit, "As for that antique with only half a life left..."
Afterward, his gaze swept over the Jujutsu High group who had just arrived, panting but with determined eyes, and finally landed on Yuta, Itadori, Megumi, the angel, Yorozu, and Yuki Tsukumo.
"Leave Sukuna to you all."
Toho Hiroshi's voice was unquestionable, "He has already been heavily wounded by me; his power is far from his peak."
"But the death throes of the King of Curses cannot be underestimated. While he is severely injured, gather all your strength and be sure to completely exorcise him!"
Yuta Okkotsu gripped the katana in his hand tightly, his eyes resolute: "Yes!"
Yuji Itadori's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the Sukuna rescued by Kenjaku, roaring: "This time, we must finish him off completely!"
Although Megumi Fushiguro was exhausted, Mahoraga had already sunk back into his shadow, and he nodded.
The angel Kurusu Hana spread her snow-white wings; her holy aura was completely at odds with the surrounding evil, yet it carried the determination to purify everything.
Yorozu snorted coldly. Although she was unhappy taking orders from anyone other than Toho Hiroshi, for the sake of her husband's grand plan, she was willing to cooperate.
Yuki Tsukumo stretched her body, "I didn't expect that I would also have a day where I face the King of Curses."
Aoi Todo rubbed his hands together, looking excitedly at Ryomen Sukuna: "Is it finally our turn to take the stage?"
The division of labor was set!
Toho Hiroshi and Satoru Gojo turned around simultaneously, facing that Colossal Cursed Spirit—Kenjaku's ultimate form—which had fused with Tengen and the Cursed Energy of one hundred million people, seemingly representing the ultimate evil of the world.
Meanwhile, the six top combatants—Yuta Okkotsu, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, the angel Kurusu Hana, Yorozu, and Yuki Tsukumo—spread out in a fan shape. Their powerful Cursed Energy and presence were like six unsheathed sharp swords, firmly locking onto the remains of Sukuna, who had been placed in the distance by Kenjaku and was being slowly enveloped and repaired by some kind of black substance.
The two major battlefields of the final decisive battle were thus divided!
"Let's go, Satoru."
"Of course, don't you go holding me back, Toho."
However, just at the moment when the two of them gathered their Cursed Energy, preparing to engage in battle, Satoru Gojo suddenly turned his head. Those pale blue Six Eyes held a complex and indiscernible emotion as he looked straight at Toho Hiroshi.
"Hey, Toho."
Satoru Gojo's voice lost its usual lightness, carrying a rare seriousness, and even a hint of imperceptible anger.
"You went to such great lengths, even going so far as to trigger a disturbance like the 'Culling Game' to collect such vast amounts of Cursed Energy—your ultimate goal isn't to pull off some Infinite Tsukuyomi and let everyone drown in an illusory dream, right?"
Toho Hiroshi's Rinnegan turned slightly as he looked at Satoru Gojo. He neither admitted nor denied it, but simply asked calmly, "Oh? How did you know?"
"Don't underestimate the Six Eyes, you bastard."
Satoru Gojo pointed at his own eyes, his tone carrying some dissatisfaction, "The way you protect that thing, the pattern in which it absorbs Cursed Energy, and the aura on you that is getting closer and closer to the'Source' yet is completely different—they are all telling me that your goal is not to create an illusion."
He paused, his voice lowering, yet every word was clear:
"Your ultimate goal..."
Satoru Gojo's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if trying to dissect all of Toho Hiroshi's disguises, "Is it to eliminate all the 'Curses' in this world once and for all, right?"
Toho Hiroshi was silent for a moment. Facing Satoru Gojo's gaze, which had already seen through the truth, he knew there was no need to hide it any longer.
"Yes."
He admitted it frankly, his Rinnegan reflecting this world full of pain and Curses, "Curses originate from human negative emotions. As long as humans exist, Curses will never die out, and conflict and pain will repeat in cycles. This is the natural order of cause and effect, but it is also the deepest despair of this world."
"Infinite Tsukuyomi is merely escapism, entrusting reality to an illusion; in the end, it is nothing but a mirage."
"My path is to contain all the Cursed Energy in this world within myself, and as the Jinchuriki of the Ten-Tails, become the sole 'End of Curses'."
"At that time, I will use myself as a furnace to forcibly refine and eliminate the root of Curses in this world."
"Perhaps I cannot eradicate human negative emotions, but at the very least, I can make Curses, this twisted power, disappear from the mainstream of this world."
After listening, Satoru Gojo did not show an expression of sudden realization or agreement; instead, that hint of anger became even more obvious.
"So it really is like that..."
He said it almost through gritted teeth, "Such a big thing, and you didn't reveal a single word? You even kept it from me?"
"Do you know that when I realized your plan might be heading toward an extreme, I even thought that you, too, would be like Suguru, choosing an arrogant path of 'righteousness' that leads to hell!"
Satoru Gojo's voice carried a hint of lingering fear and genuine anger.
"Shouldering everything alone? Who do you think you are? A savior? Or do you think I, Satoru Gojo, am not worthy of trust, not enough to share this goal with you?"
He stepped forward, his powerful presence almost breaking through the evil Cursed Energy permeating the surroundings.
"Watching a sworn friend step onto a path that could lead to eternal damnation, while I myself have been kept in the dark the whole time."
"This feeling is really fucking terrible, Toho Hiroshi!"
Toho Hiroshi looked at Satoru Gojo, who was rarely so emotionally expressive, and understood in his heart.
It was not that he did not trust Satoru Gojo, but that this plan was too shocking. Putting aside the probability of success, the process would inevitably be accompanied by huge sacrifices and risks, and he had originally intended to complete it alone.
"If I told you, would you agree?"
Toho Hiroshi said slowly, "This method is almost defying heaven. The possibility of success is unknown, and the result of failure might be even more terrifying than the Curses themselves that I am trying to eliminate."
"At that time, I might become a calamity even more terrifying than Kenjaku or Sukuna."
"Besides, this path is destined to be lonely; there is no need for others..."
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