Jie Jian had barely finished shouting when Kasumi Miwa nervously raised a hand to cover his mouth.
"Hey! Big Brother Jie, isn't that a little too hurtful? At least be a bit more tactful!"
Hajime Kashimo's face instantly darkened, and his fists clenched reflexively.
"Calm down, calm down!"
Kinji Hakari hurriedly grabbed Hajime Kashimo's arm.
"Didn't he say he could see the future? That isn't necessarily the final outcome!"
"What if? I mean, what if you really do beat Sukuna?"
"That's right, that's right!" Kasumi Miwa nodded repeatedly. "Mr. Kashimo, don't overthink it. Big Brother Jie had too much to drink, so please don't take it to heart!"
Hajime Kashimo snorted and shook off Kinji Hakari's hand.
He took two steps back and leaned against the wall with a gloomy expression. Clearly, he cared deeply about the ending Jie Jian had described, where he was chopped into mango chunks.
There was another person present who was equally depressed: the world's strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Satoru Gojo, who had been there from the beginning.
At first, he had acted like an outsider, watching Hajime Kashimo get angry from the sidelines.
But as he watched the commotion, he realized something was off!
According to the agreement, he was supposed to be the first to fight Sukuna to the death in Shinjuku that day.
Under normal circumstances, if he won that duel, the others should not have had any chance to take the stage at all.
But if Hajime Kashimo was killed by Sukuna in the future, didn't that mean Gojo had lost his decisive battle against Sukuna?!
Satoru Gojo scratched his head irritably, his expression turning somewhat strange.
Gojo was indifferent about many things, but he cared quite a bit about the title of "the strongest."
Especially when it came to fighting jujutsu