"Forget it. I'll spare you for now."
Araki Itsuki lowered his right hand and shook his head at the ruins of Shibuya.
Kenjaku had no idea why Araki Itsuki had lost the desire to attack, but he was no battle maniac himself.
He swallowed the cry of Sukuna, save me rising in his throat and kept his expression calm.
"You're very powerful, probably among the strongest even within special grade. But I've already discovered your weakness."
The intelligence on Araki Itsuki and scenes from their past clashes flashed through Kenjaku's mind.
He reached his conclusion.
"Araki Itsuki, you don't know how to use Domain Expansion, do you?"
"No matter what kind of battle you face, I've never seen you use Domain Expansion.
That's the highest realization of a cursed technique. You have no reason not to use it.
So there's only one possible truth: Araki Itsuki, you can't use Domain Expansion."
Araki Itsuki looked at Kenjaku in confusion, as though looking at an idiotic elementary schooler.
"I really can't use Domain Expansion, because there's absolutely no need.
If a simple Arhat Fist can sweep aside every opponent and make you invincible under heaven,
who would waste time learning something as complex and obscure as the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?"
Kenjaku had no response. Araki Itsuki's method of resurrecting people was deeply bizarre.
Judging by Jogo's condition earlier, even his mind had probably been altered without a trace.
What was more terrifying, however, was that Jogo himself hadn't realized anything was wrong with his thinking.
Previously, he would never have considered killing Mahito under any circumstances. Mahito was the last hope of the cursed spirits.
Now, for an absurd excuse like letting Mahito rest in peace, he had crazily decided to burn him to death.
Kenjaku suddenly remembered something else.
His intelligence