Comprehensive Anime: The Invincible Me Just Wants to Slack Off Chapter 15

Fushiguro Megumi watched Itadori's spirited demeanor and shook his head slightly. "Let's deal with what's in front of us first."

Down on the street below, the chaos was gradually subsiding. After Chen Tian had cleared out the cursed spirits and Curse Users, the surviving sorcerers began organizing rescue and cleanup efforts.

The once solemn dome had been slashed open into a massive gap, and fragments of the shattered barrier scattered across the cold floor like dying stars.

Tsukumo Yuki sat slumped. The white light of her Reverse Cursed Technique had just faded from her body; her external wounds were healed, but the turmoil within her was far from settled. She stared blankly at the torn sky above and murmured in a daze:

"The Culling Game's barrier... just... gone? Was that the man from earlier?"

She turned to look at Tengen, who was beside her in an inhuman form.

On Tengen's strange face, an expression rare for them appeared—a mix of gravity and bewilderment. After a long silence, they finally spoke in a voice almost like a dream:

"It... should be. His power—I've never seen anything like it. Strong to the point of being..." Tengen seemed unable to find the right words, their speech uncharacteristically stumbling.

"Like a god."

Choso, who had been silent as a stone, abruptly spat out three words, cold and certain.

Tsukumo Yuki and Tengen both looked at him, their expressions complicated, but in the end, they nodded wordlessly.

That assessment, at this moment, felt eerily fitting.

"What do we do now?" Tsukumo Yuki shook her head, trying to regain some clarity.

Tengen's gaze pierced through the broken dome, looking toward the distant, more desolate landscape after the chaos had settled: "Release Satoru Gojo. The seal is broken, and Sukuna... still exists."

Hearing this, Tsukumo Yuki instead cracked a wild grin: "Ha? What's there to fear? Even if Sukuna returns to his peak, in front of that 'god,' isn't it just one slash?"

Her tone was full of matter-of-fact confidence.

"Gods don't deign to act."

Choso's voice rang out again, his words somewhat cruel.

He looked at Tsukumo Yuki's face, which had turned from confusion to focus, and continued: "If Jogo hadn't destroyed something he cared about—like his house, or something—he might have just watched from the sidelines until the world ended."

The smile on Tsukumo Yuki's face froze.

Tengen slowly closed their eyes, which had seen through a thousand years, and offered no rebuttal. Choso's words pierced through the surface, pointing out a cold truth.

Overwhelming power does not mean salvation.

Especially in the eyes of a "god."

Inside the Tombs of the Star Corridor, only the faint sound of barrier fragments occasionally falling remained, along with a deeper, spreading silence.

The Jujutsu world high-level meeting room.

It was still dim, with rows of paper doors, and the dim lamplight only illuminated the central area.

The air was as heavy as lead. A suffocating dead silence filled the room, as if it were empty.

"Nanami Kento, who made contact with Nero," a hoarse, aged voice finally broke the silence with difficulty, "how did he... report the results of that contact before?"

Another voice, with an unmistakable dryness, answered immediately: "Not interested." The voice paused, as if recalling the absurdity of that report. "Nero only gave those two words in response to our invitation."

Another silence stretched on, suffocating. The invisible pressure nearly crushed the paper doors. No one dared to breathe easily.

"We..." a hesitant voice finally spoke, filled with confusion and deep-seated fear, "how should we view Nero?"

"View?" The sharp voice from before cut in abruptly, now laced with bitter self-mockery. "You're joking again. Shouldn't we be more concerned with how Nero views us?"

The owner of the voice seemed to shake their head, shadows shifting. "It'd be a blessing if he doesn't see us as rotten trash he'd love to eradicate, like Satoru Gojo does."

"You!" The voice that had been rebutted carried a hint of anger but couldn't find any follow-up.

Retort? With what? With the power they had just witnessed—beyond comprehension, like divine punishment, erasing barriers and cursed spirits in an instant?

From the main seat, the oldest presence, with the deepest voice, spoke slowly.

His voice carried a weary finality: "Treat him kindly." He uttered four words, clear in the dead silence. "If he makes any demands of us... agree unconditionally."

No voice of opposition arose.

Not even a hint of questioning.

Behind the paper doors, in the shadows, there was only a dead silent acquiescence.

Power? Dignity? In the face of this power, capable of rewriting the rules and annihilating everything in an instant, they were lighter than a feather.

That world-ending blade that had loomed over all of Japan was enough to crush any wishful thinking.

After all... life is sometimes truly more important than power.

Especially when facing a "god" who cares nothing for rules and swings their blade on a whim.

Inside the high-level meeting room, the heavy silence was shattered by a new agenda item.

"And what about the disposal of Satoru Gojo and Yuji Itadori?" a shrill, elderly female voice cut through. "From the moment Yuji Itadori appeared in Tokyo, it's been proven that Yuta Okkotsu deceived us! He's been harboring this dangerous element!"

"Exactly," another cold voice immediately chimed in. "Yuji Itadori must be executed at once! As Sukuna's vessel, he is an unforgivable curse by nature! He cannot be allowed to continue existing!"

"He must be eliminated!"

Several voices rose in succession, the clamor of accusations quickly drowning out any dissent, turning the new "agenda" into a focal point of pressure and fear within the room.

From the head seat, the most aged voice spoke again, issuing a command. Its tone betrayed no emotion, only an unquestionable authority:

"Execute immediately. Dispatch Tsukumo Yuki and Nanami Kento to lead the team. Gather all available sorcerers and surround and kill Yuji Itadori."

The command fell, and an extremely brief stillness settled in the shadows behind the paper door.

Every wily old fox in the room knew full well: sending Tsukumo Yuki—a person whose face practically screamed "insubordinate"—to lead this mission was itself steeped in absurdity and distrust.

Tsukumo Yuki? She acted only on her whims, and scoffing at high-level orders was her norm.

Nanami Kento? He possessed an almost stubborn sense of justice and principle, and his stance on Itadori wasn't entirely hostile.

More importantly, everyone understood that the true purpose of surrounding and killing Yuji Itadori had long surpassed simple risk control over "dealing with Sukuna's vessel."

The deeper, more dreaded goal was the 'Angel' that Itadori and Fushiguro were searching for.

Releasing the Angel meant the next step—freeing Satoru Gojo, sealed within the Prison Realm!

That "strongest" sorcerer who had once been a thorn in their side, a massive threat to their power!

Sending these two people, who were already estranged from the high-level, to lead the team was less an act of trust and more a test... or even a forced choice of allegiance.

The high-level needed results: Yuji Itadori dead, the trail to the Angel severed, and Satoru Gojo sealed forever.

As for what the executors thought or whether they agreed, that no longer mattered. In their eyes, before this absolute will of power, individual opinions were worthless.

"Understood." An executor's voice rang out from a corner, breaking the brief silence, followed by the soft sound of departing footsteps.

The order was given, unchangeable.

Behind the paper door, only a deeper shadow remained, along with the silent flow of calculation and cruelty.

Tsukumo Yuki, having just ended a call, casually stuffed her phone back into her pocket, a playful smile on her face.

"Oh? Surround and kill the kid?"

She glanced at Choso and Tengen beside her. "And they want me to lead? How interesting."

"What will you do? Itadori is my brother," Choso asked, his crimson eyes revealing no emotion.

Tsukumo Yuki twisted her neck, producing a soft crack, and curled her lips into a wild grin:

"Do? Of course... I'm going to 'surround and kill' him! Sounds great!" Her laughter echoed through the empty, ruined Tombs of the Star Corridor, carrying an excitement that delighted in chaos.

Tengen watched her in silence, offering no opinion.

Choso looked away. He understood Tsukumo Yuki's meaning.

The high-level's intent was clear, but who the executor was... the variables in that likely far exceeded the calculations of those old men hiding in the shadows.

The order to hunt had been issued, but the relationship between prey and hunter had, in that moment, become subtle and dangerous.

Nanami Kento adjusted his glasses, reading the top-secret directive from the high-level. Behind the lenses, his gaze was sharp as a blade.

Surround and kill Yuji Itadori? With him and Tsukumo Yuki?

He silently put away his phone, expressionless, then turned and walked with steady steps toward a certain direction.

Chapter 16: Kai Kō

A ruined city street.

Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro walked along a relatively intact road, scanning their surroundings warily. After the Culling Game's barrier shattered, the lingering cursed energy had thinned considerably, but danger hadn't fully dissipated.

"The Angel... where could she be?" Itadori scratched his head, frustrated. Without the game's rules to guide them, the search felt like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fushiguro was about to say something when his steps abruptly halted, his entire body tensing like he faced a great enemy. His gaze locked onto the shadows at the mouth of an alley ahead.

"What's wrong, Megumi?" Itadori immediately assumed a combat stance, following his line of sight.

From the shadows, a figure slowly emerged.

It was a slender girl in a simple white dress, with shoulder-length hair.

She stood quietly, looking at Fushiguro, a faint, almost imperceptible ripple deep in her eyes.

"Megumi Fushiguro," the girl spoke, her voice calm and flat, like cool stream water.

"You are..." Fushiguro's pupils contracted as he instantly recognized that unique aura. "...the Angel, Hana Kurusu?"

"Huh?! She's the Angel?" Itadori's eyes went wide as he looked from the girl to Fushiguro, his face full of disbelief. "What a coincidence?!"

Hana Kurusu ignored Itadori's surprise, her gaze still fixed on Fushiguro. "The barrier broke. The binding... loosened. I sensed you." She tilted her head slightly. "You want to... release the 'Prison Realm'?"

"That's right!" Itadori stepped forward eagerly. "We need your power! Please help us break the Prison Realm's seal and save Gojo-sensei! Only he can fight Sukuna and Jogo!"

Hana Kurusu was silent for a moment, her golden eyes sweeping over the two. "'Prison Realm'..." She seemed to be weighing something. "'Eliminate all techniques'... it can indeed erase the sealing technique. But the cost..."

"We're willing to bear the cost! Please!" Itadori pleaded urgently, his eyes filled with sincerity and desperation.

Fushiguro Megumi's voice was low and grave. "We need Satoru Gojo's power. This matters to everyone—including you."

Kurusu Hana looked at the two of them, as if about to say something. But in that instant—

A muffled explosion! The wall of the building behind them burst open without warning, a massive hole blasted through it! Amidst the spray of dust and rubble, a steady, swift figure tore through the smoke like a leopard that had been lying in ambush, lunging straight at Fushiguro Megumi!

Too fast! So fast that Fushiguro only caught a glimpse of familiar blond hair and glinting glasses!

"Mr. Nanami?!"

The shocked cry barely left Fushiguro's lips before Nanami Kento was right on top of him!

His right hand gripped the short, cloth-wrapped Cursed Tool—Tuodao—and with a tearing sound like ripping silk, he swung it down without mercy, aiming straight for Fushiguro's side!

There was no hesitation in that strike. It was a lethal blow!

"Megumi!" Itadori's eyes nearly split with fury. His body moved faster than thought, instinctively exploding with startling speed as he twisted and threw a punch, his fist wrapped in Cursed Energy, meeting Nanami's Tuodao head-on!

CLANG—!!

Like a great bell tolling!

A violent shockwave erupted from the point of impact! The ground beneath their feet cracked and sank instantly!

Itadori was sent flying backward by the immense force, slamming hard into the broken wall behind him, which collapsed with a roar! His arm throbbed with pain and numbness, and a coppery taste rose in his throat.

Itadori was stunned. He could feel it—Nanami had held nothing back.

A massive owl Shikigami screeched as it shot out from the shadows, its claws crackling with lightning as it raked toward Nanami Kento!

Having driven Itadori back with a single blow, Nanami faced Nue's assault with chilling calm.

His body sidestepped at an impossible angle, dodging the claws, while his left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Nue's ankle!

Cursed Energy erupted—"Ten Shadows Technique"—"Uroboros"!

Nue's massive form was cleaved apart, splitting in two midair before dissolving into Cursed Energy and vanishing!