"This is..."
Yuta Okkotsu picked up the finger from the ground and examined it carefully.
Although he had no idea what it was, he could sense the tremendous Cursed Energy hidden within the finger, along with an extreme evil lurking deep inside it.
Yuta Okkotsu furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
At that moment, he was in Tomakomai City, Hokkaido, an area with sparse population.
Under normal circumstances, Cursed Spirits were formed from Cursed Energy leaking from humans. Therefore, generally speaking, the more people a place had, the more numerous and powerful its Cursed Spirits would be.
Clearly, the Snow Woman was an existence whose intelligence and strength far surpassed those of ordinary Special Grade Cursed Spirits, so her appearance here was highly incongruous.
"It looks like the Snow Woman absorbed this finger and became so powerful. Something this dangerous has to be sealed away!"
Yuta Okkotsu wrapped the finger in a talisman and returned to Tokyo at top speed.
When he handed the finger to Gojo Sawa, the latter was clearly taken aback.
"Sukuna's Finger?"
Yuta Okkotsu was puzzled. "Sukuna? Who's that?"
Gojo Sawa explained, "Ryomen Sukuna was an existence known as the King of Curses a thousand years ago. That wasn't actually his name. It was simply because his form, with four arms and two faces, bore too close a resemblance to the legendary demon god named Ryomen Sukuna, so people bestowed that title upon him."
Yuta Okkotsu froze. "Was he strong?"
Gojo Sawa nodded. "Yeah, strong. Extremely strong!"
"His four-armed, two-faced form allowed him to fight with Cursed Tools while forming hand seals, and the mouth on his abdomen could chant his Cursed Techniques without pause."
"He possessed nearly infinite Cursed Energy and powerful slashing Cursed Techniques. He could use Domain Expansion and was hailed as the strongest existence in history."
"A thousand years ago was the golden age of the Jujutsu Sorcerers. Yet even when they gave everything they had to fight him, they still suffered a crushing defeat."
"From then on, Sukuna became the god of faith worshiped by all humans of that era. Even the Jujutsu Society bowed and pledged allegiance to him, until his lifespan finally ran out."
As he spoke, Gojo Sawa grinned. "But even after his death, the Jujutsu Sorcerers were horrified to discover that the twenty fingers Sukuna left behind, each preserving his power, could not be destroyed by any method. They could only use seals to delay the return of the King of Curses."
"He was a god while alive, and even after death, he remained the nightmare of the entire Jujutsu Society!"
Gojo Sawa was not flattering Sukuna. He was simply stating the truth.
There was no helping it. The One-Eyed Cat had insisted on giving Sukuna so many ridiculous settings.
Especially in Gojo Satoru's flashback after being bisected, when he admitted that even without the support of the Ten Shadows Technique, he probably could not have defeated the original Sukuna.
That had invisibly raised Sukuna's strength to an infinite degree.
After Gojo Sawa finished speaking, Yuta Okkotsu was completely stunned and astonished.
He had never imagined that the finger he had casually brought back concealed such a great secret, even involving history from a thousand years ago.
"Then... what about you, Master? If Sukuna resurrected with all twenty fingers, who would be stronger, you or him?"
Yuta Okkotsu suddenly asked.
After eight years, Yuta Okkotsu was no longer a novice in Jujutsu. He had also gained a basic understanding of his master, Gojo Sawa.
The Six Eyes, nearly infinite Cursed Energy, the terrifying Limitless, master-level physical skills, Domain Expansion...
Without a doubt, he was the strongest in the modern era. There was no one else.
Even the other three Special Grade Sorcerers were far inferior.
In Yuta Okkotsu's eyes, his master, Gojo Sawa, had no weaknesses. He could not even imagine the possibility of him losing!
"Well... who knows..."
Gojo Sawa gave an awkward, helpless smile and offered a deliberately ambiguous answer.
There was no helping it. This scene was practically a repeat of the time Itadori had asked Gojo Satoru the same question!
The difference was that Gojo Sawa did not possess his cheap little brother's ignorant, arrogant confidence.
If he said something like "I'll win" or "Daijōbu, boku saikyo da kara" in front of Yuta Okkotsu now,
and then got smashed into the ground by Sukuna later, he would truly become a clown!
Better to play it safe. Play it safe.
"Master will definitely win, right?!"
Yuta Okkotsu looked at Gojo Sawa with stars in his eyes, while the latter broke into a cold sweat.
Damn it! Don't make me raise a flag like that! People die when that happens!
Fushiguro Household.
Tsumiki, now in her third year of middle school, hurried to Toji's room.
She pushed open the door. Toji was sitting there leisurely watching television, while Megumi Fushiguro was beside him, frantically catching up on the schoolwork he had fallen behind on because of his Jujutsu training.
"Dad!"
At her shout, Toji hurriedly stood up. "My daughter's home? How was it? Did the midterms put any pressure on you? Want some fruit? Oh, right, I bought you some new clothes..."
Megumi rolled his eyes from the side.
Which one of you is actually his biological child, you bastard?
So one of us is the "little padded jacket," while the other is just the "unfilial son," huh?!
Tsumiki smiled sweetly. "Um... Dad, that Yasohachi Bridge you mentioned before—someone in my class really is planning to go!"
Toji's smile immediately stiffened. "What about you? Did they invite you to go with them?"
Tsumiki shook her head. "They did invite me to go with them after school tomorrow. They said they were going exploring, but I know Cursed Spirits exist, so I suspected it would be dangerous. Besides, you've told me about it so many times, Dad, so I turned them down."
"But I tried to persuade them. They wouldn't listen and insisted on going, but I couldn't exactly explain the issue of Cursed Spirits to them."
"Dad, you know people who deal with this sort of thing, right? Why don't you contact them and have them check out Yasohachi Bridge?"
Seeing how obedient his daughter was, Toji let out a sigh of relief. He then rubbed her hair. "Don't worry, I will. Go do your homework!"
"Okay!"
Watching his daughter walk away, Toji sighed.
"Gojo Sawa, you really did guess it... Are you capable of foreseeing the future?"
Then Toji's gaze turned cold. His fierce killing intent made even Megumi shudder twice from the side.
"How dare they set their sights on my daughter. They're asking to die!"
Toji spat out a small ball, which rapidly expanded into a Cursed Spirit before winding itself around him.
Megumi Fushiguro froze. He knew that this Cursed Spirit was a combat assistant Toji kept captive, named Choubou.
"Why are you summoning Choubou?"
Toji rolled his shoulders and said jokingly, "Exorcising Cursed Spirits and protecting world peace."
Unexpectedly, Megumi Fushiguro became excited as soon as he heard that and stood up.
"I'm going too!"
"You?"
Megumi Fushiguro raised his head, his Cursed Energy surging wildly. "Don't underestimate me! I've been a Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer for a long time, and I'm almost Grade 2. I might even be stronger than you!"
"..."
Toji scratched his head. Thinking that nothing could happen to the boy with him there, he reluctantly nodded.
"Fine. I'll take you to broaden your horizons."
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