"Bang—!!!"
Inside the subway station restroom, one final loud blast rang out, and Itadori collapsed unconscious to the floor.
Choso, who could have killed Itadori outright, wore a pained expression instead.
Clutching his head with both hands, he muttered, "Impossible, this is impossible!"
"How could Itadori possibly be my little brother?!"
In the end, Choso still could not bring himself to strike. Looking utterly despondent, he left the restroom.
Leaving only the unconscious Itadori behind.
"This is so boring. How come we haven't run into a single jujutsu sorcerer this whole way?"
Jogo complained, "We should've broken through that pile of debris earlier and taken the other route."
"Maybe we could've run into Dagon, too."
"I wonder how things are going with him holding back those jujutsu sorcerers."
"Shouldn't be a problem, right?"
As he hurried along, a terrifying yet familiar presence suddenly flashed past.
"Sukuna?"
"No, someone released Sukuna's Finger here!"
Jogo reacted instantly and rushed toward the source of Sukuna's Finger's aura.
No matter what the situation was, wherever there was the aura of a Finger, there was a good chance he would find Itadori!
Jogo's figure darted swiftly through the subway station. Before long, he arrived at the place where Sukuna's Finger's aura had originated.
Two young female jujutsu sorcerers stood guard beside the unconscious Itadori, seemingly having just fed him something.
Jogo glanced at Itadori's face and saw faint black markings already emerging on it.
But it was still not enough to awaken Sukuna.
"Hey, you two. How many Fingers did you feed him?"
Jogo asked with the bearing of a superior being.
The black-haired sorcerer among them cried out, "Not telling you!"
Jogo gave a disdainful smile. "Since when did insects dare speak to me like that?"
"Boom—!!"
In an instant, the two girls