Kenjaku stood steadily atop the fish-like cursed spirit's back.
His hands were tucked into his sleeves, his face wearing that signature gentle smile.
Kasumi Miwa turned her gaze toward the woman fighting him nearby.
Obviously, Kenjaku could not have been the old acquaintance Jie Jian had mentioned.
That meant the old acquaintance Jie Jian spoke of could only be the unknown sorcerer battling Kenjaku.
Kasumi Miwa glanced over the unknown sorcerer.
The other woman hovered in midair, her striking pink hair billowing high in the winds overhead.
"Brother Jie, is she your old lo—acquaintance?" Kasumi Miwa asked quietly.
"Something like that."
Jie Jian gave a rather strange answer.
Kasumi Miwa did not quite understand.
Either she was or she was not. How could she be something like that?
Jie Jian's voice continued.
"She is Takako Uro, a sorcerer from a thousand years ago."
"A thousand years ago..." Kasumi Miwa instinctively did the math, then cried out, "She's a real veteran!"
Kasumi Miwa had not expected to run into a sorcerer from Sukuna's era so casually.
At that moment, the battle in the sky had reached its climax.
Takako Uro fired an Ushura Bullet, blasting a cursed spirit away.
Then she flipped through the air and floated there, glaring at Kenjaku.
"Kenjaku!"
Takako Uro's voice was hoarse with fury.
"Am I the only ancient sorcerer in this entire Culling Game?!"
"Why do you keep hounding your old friends?!"
Riding atop his flying cursed spirit, Kenjaku smiled and shook his head.
"Takako Uro, that is not quite right."
"It is not that I want to kill you. The Culling Game's rules demand your death. There is nothing I can do about that."
To fulfill his goal of "merging all humans across the country," Kenjaku first had to end the Culling Game.
So