"I've been thinking about it so much I can't sleep either!"
At Yuji Itadori's words, Mahito cruelly licked his lips.
From the moment he first saw Yuji Itadori, he had wanted to kill this nemesis who thought of nothing but saving people-the complete opposite of himself.
And that bloodlust had grown day by day, reaching its peak at this very moment.
It made him tremble with excitement, even his voice shaking.
"Itadori, this is our final battle to curse each other!"
The instant the words left his mouth, Mahito attacked.
The flesh of his right hand rearranged itself, turning into a spike that gleamed coldly.
Like an assassin's blade delivering a killing blow, it stabbed viciously toward Yuji Itadori's head with blinding speed.
He wanted to expose his brain to the light.
"Why didn't you attack first?"
"Does your creed of justice still hold you back?"
"Ha ha!"
Yuji Itadori crossed his hands to catch Mahito's blade, sweeping his right leg toward Mahito's lower body at the same time.
Idle Transfiguration activated, and the blade instantly became a saw chain covered in spikes.
Deep wounds were carved into Yuji Itadori's arms in an instant.
Yet Yuji Itadori's expression never changed. His mangled hands still gripped Mahito's arm tightly, refusing to let him break free.
His sweeping right leg slammed heavily into Mahito's abdomen, twisting his face in pain.
Thud, thud, thud.
Dull impacts echoed from Mahito's abdomen, one after another.
He endured the pain and activated Idle Transfiguration, shrinking the spiked saw chain to a tiny size to escape the hold.
Quickly putting distance between them, Mahito stared at Yuji Itadori with an unsettled expression.
Or rather, at Ryomen Sukuna inside Itadori.
"Damn it!"
Yuji Itadori panted weakly, his arms already a bloody mess.
Pale scraps of flesh and exposed