Chapter 7

"Kenjaku, what are you doing?"

Ryomen Sukuna placed his phone on the table in the Cursed Storage. He was getting a little tired from constantly scrolling through the internet.

Of course, this was orchestrated by certain debaters, and currently, he has been labeled the biggest Uraume in Twitter.

At first, when Su Nuo heard the "nickname" Uraume from that other person, Sukuna was a little confused and searched on Twitter for a long time before she understood the meaning of the word.

At this moment, Kenjaku was looking at the glass cage with a serious expression.

Sukuna stepped forward and followed Kenjaku's eyes to the cage in front of him. With a burst of intense blue Cursed Energy light and a subsequent explosion, a small white mouse appeared in the cage.

The white mouse that appeared in the cage looked around in confusion. After searching for a while, it seemed to reluctantly lie back down in the mouse nest that Kenjaku had set up.

Kenjaku moved the glass cage aside and touched the top of the white mouse's head with his finger. A fragmented memory flooded Kenjaku's mind. From the white mouse's brief memory, Kenjaku confirmed one thing.

The white mouse is dead.

He's died at least once.

Upon reaching this conclusion, a smile appeared on Kenjaku's face—because this proved that Itō Mamoru's Cursed Technique could be linked with the Cursed Technique of "Future Observation".

Send what you touch to the observed future.

It's just a pity...

Even if an object that is touched is sent to the future, it cannot die because of future events. Of course, this also gives him a second use.

He had prepared two plans, and now it was time to activate the second one.

"In the Culling Game, I saw several people whose Cursed Technique were very practical..."

Does that include Takaba?

"No, that guy's Cursed Technique consumes a huge amount of energy... Even with Xuan's power, or even with your total amount of Cursed Energy, you would lose all your Cursed Energy within the fortieth second of a fight like Takaba's."

"The Cursed Energy of a single finger can only last for two seconds?"

Upon hearing Kenjaku's explanation, Sukuna raised a finger in shock, while Kenjaku nodded.

"... Fumihiko Takaba's Cursed Technique is called Superhero."

Standing to the side, Tengen, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally opened his mouth.

"That kind of Cursed Technique can only be used perfectly if even he himself is unaware of Cursed Technique effects."

"... On the contrary, does that mean that once he knows the effects of his Cursed Technique, it will lose its effectiveness?"

I think so.

Kenjaku fell into deep thought—he had previously tried to access Takaba's Cursed Technique, but couldn't use them at all, and didn't understand them at all. After briefly watching Takaba's battle, he was filled with doubt about his long career as a sorcerer.

"... Are you going to combine the Time Disturbance Reverse Cursed Technique with Future Observation next Kenjaku?"

"Don't act like you know everything, Tengen."

"You might encounter unexpected situations, but even so, are you still willing to give it a try?"

"... I saw it all, what do you say?"

Kenjaku didn't let Tengen continue speaking, but grabbed Tengen. Originally, he released Tengen only to manage the Culling Game, but under the current circumstances, there was no need to add more Culling Game Player.

Therefore, he devised a rule to begin assimilation within Japan immediately after his death—a hidden rule based on coercion and enticement.

As for now?

"Sukuna, I'm going to send you to the world where Satoru Gojo is in the Back of the Prison Realm."

Sukuna paused for a moment, then turned around.

"The whole process will take about half an hour... With my Cursed Energy, I should be able to hold out. You will gain the memories of your past self from that world and largely integrate into it."

"You can even send people to other worlds?"

"Stop asking, let's prepare to set off."

Although Sukuna had a lot of questions, he immediately realized that the white mouse was used for experiments—he and Kenjaku were essentially in the same boat now; if he harmed Su Nuo, Kenjaku would also be in big trouble.

Therefore... there's nothing to worry about.

"Okay, come on."

After obtaining Sukuna's permission, Kenjaku placed his hand behind Sukuna's back.

Watching Sukuna gradually disappear, Kenjaku slowly exhaled.

"Whether in the past or present... the people of this country are constantly reminding themselves of this."

"That's all, that's enough—just be prepared."

Sukuna's eyes rolled back, and he vanished into the power of Kenjaku's Cursed Energy, while Kenjaku sat down with a thud.

"Reality is not static. After one aspect is disrupted, what will happen to the other aspects, and what will happen after that?"

"... Even so, not everyone has the courage to face death, does he?"

Kenjaku savored Xuan's memories—a week after acquiring them, he had fully absorbed them and began to set out the next lesson. Xuan's resentment towards his family and his carefree spirit formed in Kenjaku's mind.

Even if I have no expectations for the present, and no hopes for the near future...

Savoring Xuan's anticipation and sense of relief before his death, Kenjaku couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What is the Strongest feeling?

Kenjaku didn't quite understand it. He only found Xuan's past in those fragmented memories: a child who was extraordinary from birth, who survived the persecution of the Zenin Clan —and who relied on his extraordinary talent to reach the end step by step... and then, right before her eyes, committed suicide.

However, if Kenjaku hadn't come looking for him, the situation would have been completely different.

"Zenin Xuan... if there's no way out, you'll indeed choose to move forward."

--December 24, Tokyo, Shinjuku.

With the help of Kenjaku, Satoru Gojo and Sukuna, who were released from their seals ahead of time, completed their resistance against Zenin Xuan. Under the throne of the Black King, millions of people were turned into the skeletons of the mobile Shadow Realm. The black shadow was not officially reclaimed until December 1st, revealing only the shattered Tokyo and Shinjuku, which had been almost completely transformed into a fighting arena.

The Angel placed Binding Vow, Jacob's Ladder, exerting ten times the effort, landed on Zenin Xuan at the cost of his life. Yet, the latter moved with the ease of walking in the rain, proclaiming the Angel ' plan a complete failure.

Fortunately, Zenin Xuan did not immediately take the heads of Sukuna and Satoru Gojo, but instead "gave them a chance."

If one of you can satisfy me, I will give up the struggle and let you do as you please.

Sukuna and Gojo, their plan thwarted, could only kneel on the ground, staring intently at the "King of Curses" before them.

Bandages stained with black blood were wrapped around his entire body, with only his dark golden eyes visible. The bandages were covered with the patterns of the Ten Shadows Shikigami. Even with their combined efforts, the two could only manage to draw blood from Xuan before them.

Overwhelmingly powerful—he didn't even display the golden Dharma Wheel above his head.

With the help of Yuki Tsukumo's research and the Yoyo Cursed Technique, the two swapped bodies and completed their "special training."

December 24th, afternoon.

The atmosphere of a final battle hung heavy in the hearts of everyone at the Jujutsu High. The deaths of millions instilled a sense of dread in them as they prepared to wage war against the "King of Curses."

It wasn't just fear, but also anger. In such an environment, naturally, no one wanted their two allies to fail...

Yuki Tsukumo, Yuji Itadori, Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Hajime Kashimo...

The remaining Jujutsu High personnel were on edge, waiting for the two the Strongest to be ready once preparations were complete.

"Everyone, don't be so tense."

As he spoke, Kenjaku appeared in the center of the group—the group had survived thanks to Kenjaku's eloquence and planning, which enabled Satoru Gojo and Sukuna to fight together. Apart from Zenin Xuan's terrifying abilities, there was also Kenjaku's silver tongue.

"Although the odds of winning are slim, we should still cheer on our two the Strongest players, right?"

When Kenjaku's voice came, both Tsukumo and Todo turned their heads away from him—while Yuta Okkotsu raised his face and looked at Kenjaku in front of him.

What are the odds of winning?

"Based on the current plan, we still have a 30% chance of winning."

Kenjaku nodded.

"..."

Yuta Okkotsu didn't speak, but sat back down in the chair.

Step, step.

Amidst everyone's gaze, crisp footsteps echoed down the stairs. Satoru Gojo and Sukuna —along with Utahime Iori and Gakuganji behind them—descended the steps with solemn expressions. The warm yellow light did nothing to enhance the atmosphere; on the contrary, it made their expressions appear even colder.

Sukuna had just figured out what was going on through his memories—under the Cursed Technique of the Kenjaku, he had come to this world before him, and through strange means, he had not died, but had lived for nearly six hundred years Zenin Xuan.

as well as.

Sukuna's two left eyes looked at the serious Satoru Gojo.

Should we fight alongside this guy...?

In his own memories within this world, he had already fought against Zenin Xuan alongside the guy in front of him. He, with 15 fingers, and Satoru Gojo, who had just been unsealed, were undoubtedly defeated by that guy.

"Do you think you can demonstrate your strength by killing two nearly crippled guys?"

After Kenjaku made this claim, Satoru Gojo and Sukuna clicked their tongues in agreement, but neither denied Kenjaku's statement. Zenin Xuan, who held the lives of everyone present in his hands, grinned.

Kenjaku and Xuan completed their duel on December 24th, Christmas Eve, which was also the anniversary of Suguru Geto's death.

This is because Satoru Gojo, who was forced to join forces with Sukuna, proposed the condition that "Gek's body be buried on December 24th".

Sukuna's gaze swept over the students at the Jujutsu High. Apart from the few people gathered at the bottom of the stairs, there were also a few "reserve personnel."

Takaba, Hiromi Higuruma, Kusakabe, Mei Mei, Youyou... It seems that all the people I've seen before are here—meaning, this is the remnant of the Jujutsu High's forces.

The harsh atmosphere affected everyone around, and at this moment, Megumi Fushiguro, who Incarnated Vessel Sukuna's physical body, also raised questions about Sukuna in her mind.

Hey, Sukuna.

What's wrong, kid?

In the upcoming battle, I will assist you in reciting the incantation, and you only need to focus on fighting. Although my Cursed Technique are not very good, it is still possible to chant incantations through this method.

Alright, kid.

As a price... you must personally kill that demon named Zenin Xuan, the one who killed my sister.

In this world, it wasn't a resurrection, but rather the reclusive Xuan who, after receiving news of the Culling Game, emerged from some unknown deep mountain forest—and then, like a walking natural disaster, recklessly destroyed buildings in his path. Wan, before he could even be "discharged," was destroyed by the purple lightning surrounding the black clouds.

Ah, I will. I will cut off his head with my own hands.

Sukuna readily agreed to Megumi Fushiguro's request— the Ten Shadows Technique within her body made Sukuna feel incredibly exhilarated. The secret method of using Zenin Xuan to imbue Shikigami Cursed Technique, which she had previously Incarnation of Megumi Fushiguro, gave Sukuna a confidence that surpassed that of the Sukuna of this world.

Compared to Sukuna, Satoru Gojo's seriousness at this moment resonated with everyone, and the few who originally wanted to cheer him on now had second thoughts.

In times like these, Itadori still needs to step in.

"Gojo-sensei, your Cursed Technique is in the way!"

A look of surprise crossed Gojo's face, then a smile crept across his face. He ripped off his white coat and, laughing, shouted out the phrase—

"Haha! Bring it on!"

Itadori laughed heartily and patted Gojo on the shoulder.

"You have to win, Gojo-sensei!"

"Don't die at the hands of someone like that, the Strongest."

"If things get really bad, just call me, Satoru Gojo."

Following closely behind, the tense crowd stepped forward, first Yuta Okkotsu, then Tsukumo, then Hajime Kashimo... Slowly, everyone present slapped the Gojo who had dispelled the Cursed Technique.

Seeing the bustling crowd behind Satoru Gojo, Sukuna pouted and reluctantly followed.

Snap!

We must win.

Beneath Sukuna's eyes, Megumi Fushiguro opened her mouth and uttered words—and then Sukuna struck her again with her palm.

"Come at me together, kid."

Seeing that even Sukuna was cheering him on, Satoru Gojo laughed and responded to Sukuna and everyone else's encouragement.

"Good!"

With Satoru Gojo 'Satoru Gojo spirited response, Sukuna followed in his footsteps. The tense atmosphere had eased considerably, and everyone was beginning to look forward to the victorious return of the two before them. But behind the empty Sukuna, Kenjaku suddenly slapped him on the back.

"Looks like you're still as unpopular as ever, Sukuna."

"Ah, I never intended to explain myself, and naturally I don't want anyone to encourage me."

Seeing the happy Jujutsu High, Sukuna simply smiled at Kenjaku —and as Sukuna stepped past Satoru Gojo, Itadori's hand patted him from behind.

Snap, snap--

Immediately afterwards, more and more hands patted his back, Sukuna's originally drooping lips unconsciously curled up.