[Simulation complete. Please confirm the special simulation results.] [Calculating and settling rewards from this simulation.] [Conditions fulfilled: 10] [Ordinary people killed: 1 (Wasuke Itadori)] [Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerers killed: 1 (Jin Itadori)] [Special Grade Sorcerers killed: 1 (Kenjaku)] [Grade 2 Cursed Spirits killed: 4 (unnamed)] [Grade 1 Cursed Spirits killed: 2 (unnamed)] [Special Grade Cursed Objects destroyed: 1 (Sukuna's Finger)] [Obtained: greatly increased cursed energy manipulation and cursed energy efficiency. Current cursed energy manipulation precision: Standard Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. Cursed energy efficiency: Special Grade Sorcerer.] [Obtained: Itadori Xia Xia's Treasure Bag] [Obtained: Jin Itadori's Treasure Bag] [Obtained: Sukuna's Finger Destruction Special Edition Increased Surprise Jackpot Chance Mega Bundle]
Like a sloth that had just woken up, Xia Xia lay sprawled face down on the floor of the Pure White Space, his expression dazed.
It felt as though someone had knocked over a jar of seasonings inside his head.
He felt awful.
He had only gone through two simulations, but this one felt infinitely worse than the last.
The rewards were excellent, but he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart-disgusted by feral jujutsu sorcerers. Itadori Xia Xia was unquestionably a lunatic, and what he had done sickened even Xia Xia, who had experienced it all firsthand.
Feral jujutsu sorcerers really were savages. No morals, no conscience, no heart. They were extreme, dangerous, and utterly unreasonable. Human standards simply did not apply to them. They truly had no limits, no bottom line.
Their heads contained neither brains nor Kenjaku, but something a million times filthier than shit: ignorance and stubbornness born of being propped up by power, a habitual distortion fueled by their own self-congratulatory sentimentality.
To save his younger brother and the world, he had unhesitatingly played the same family-elimination game as that Uchiha weasel. Youth was priceless; Mom and Dad melted in your mouth. Dreams about being some champion of justice really did ruin lives.
But that was beside the point for now.
What truly made Xia Xia feel awful was the happiness and warmth he had enjoyed with the Itadori family for so long.
He had been an orphan since childhood, both parents dead. Like a rat huddled in a filthy sewer, he had only dared peek through manhole covers at other people's happiness. Accustomed to ugliness and bloodshed, he felt little about cruelty or violence, yet sunlight and healing made him scream and inexplicably drop dead.
You won, brother. This time, you won completely. You broke through my psychological defenses. You utterly broke me.
That feeling...
It was like a stray dog drenched in a downpour spotting something brown by the road. Thinking it was shit, the dog happily gobbled it up, hoping to fill its belly-only to discover it was someone's leftover chocolate. All it could do was die with a mouth full of sweetness.
Itadori Xia Xia, damn you.
If he had been a Demon Pill incarnate from birth, never loved, living in a parody of a happy family where Dad wished his son dead and the son laughed, raised as a tool, tortured and abused, then Xia Xia would have applauded his own skill when he slaughtered everyone at home and refined his friends and relatives into pills.
But whenever he thought of Kenjaku, of Mom Kaori's smile, of those warm everyday moments, of her final embrace filled with nothing but tenderness and reluctance to part, it felt as though ten thousand hammer drills were operating inside his head at once.
He would rather have been a hollow man like Amabuki Xia Xia. He would rather have been a supreme grandmaster of refinement, using friends and relatives to improve his aptitude.
The one thing he did not want was to destroy that unbearably extravagant warmth with his own hands.
"I'm begging you. Stop putting me through these heartwarming scenes. I..."
"Open the treasure bags."
He still felt sick, but refusing rewards already in his hands would mean he had suffered for nothing. No reason to turn down free stuff. He had never said he didn't want it. Just open them.
[Using Itadori Xia Xia's Treasure Bag.] [Obtained: "Core reward"] [Obtained: Innate Cursed Technique: Akashic Records] [Massively increased information-gathering ability.] [Massively increased total cursed energy.] [Greatly enhanced aptitude for using small weapons.] [Greatly enhanced aptitude for tracking skills.] [Moderately increased destructive power against cursed tools.] [Slightly increased movement speed.]
His other self had been a bastard this round, but at least he had dropped plenty of gold. Love you, buddy.
This innate cursed technique was far more powerful than forging blades. Gather enough information and he could trigger an instant-kill attack. Neither Kenjaku nor Sukuna could escape it. Pure mechanics abuse.
What was this, another version of the Executioner's Sword? Learn enough about someone and he could execute them. Getting close to the target even charged it automatically. A perpetually recharging, guaranteed-kill ultimate. No counterplay.
[Using Jin Itadori's Treasure Bag.] [Obtained: "Other reward"] [Obtained: Fishing (proficient)]
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No core reward. His dad's treasure bag had randomly given him fishing. Useless to him, but it did seem reasonable.
Jin Itadori's innate cursed technique was antigravity, which could theoretically be powerful if developed properly. But not drawing it was fair enough. Even Xia Xia felt he had wronged this dad he had acquired out of nowhere.
[Using Kenjaku's Treasure Bag.] [Obtained: "Other reward"] [Obtained: all memories concerning Itadori Xia Xia, and a pure mother's love without a trace of malice. (Can be copied and pasted into the main world's Kenjaku. May produce unusual consequences.)] [Obtained: Special Grade Cursed Object: Kaori Itadori's Body (A corpse specially modified by a certain Special Grade Sorcerer, rendered forever immune to aging and decay. Can house the main world's Kenjaku's true body and confine him within it, making him an ordinary person unable to use cursed energy.)] ["Xia Xia, happy birthday."]
Xia Xia felt the emotions he had only just escaped being buried once more beneath an indescribable weight.
Love weighed him down.
He did not know what these memories and this maternal love meant to Kenjaku, but he could not even figure out what he should do. He was as slow and helpless as an ordinary child.
But now, this despair was finally no longer despair.
A frightening expression appeared on Xia Xia's face.
"Kenjaku. Mommy Kenjaku. My dear Mommy Kenjaku. You're a man who can become my mother."
Itadori Xia Xia, watch closely.
I'll carry on your will and rewrite this tragedy into what I want it to be. I swear!
[Using Sukuna's Finger Destruction Special Edition Increased Surprise Jackpot Chance Mega Bundle.]
"What the hell is this?"
He had wanted to ask earlier. What was with that ridiculously overblown name? Had Sukuna been shoved into a Japanese gacha game and put on clearance? What sane person gave an item a ludicrous name long enough to rival a light novel title?
[Obtained: Ryomen Sukuna's Fear] [Effect 1: damage you inflict on Ryomen Sukuna permanently +1. Attacks against Ryomen Sukuna have a chance to trigger a critical hit, directly reducing his health by a percentage.] [Effect 2: Sukuna cannot use binding vows in your presence, cannot use you as the price of a binding vow, and can never incarnate and be reborn using you as his vessel.] ["From this day onward, Sukuna once again remembered the terror of being a Grade 4 Sorcerer."] ["You can't outrun me. Believe me?"]
That was psychological warfare at its finest.
Lord Sukuna was living the good life now, bound inside his twin brother's body by that vicious kid Itadori Xia Xia. That night, he had run his way into a bright new world.
Someday, the main world's Sukuna would end up the same way.
[Name: Xia Xia] [Traits: Softcore Character, Shatter] [Innate Cursed Techniques: Demon-Repelling Edge, Akashic Records] [Total cursed energy: Special Grade Sorcerer level ↑] [Cursed energy manipulation: strong Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer level ↑] [Cursed energy efficiency: Special Grade Sorcerer level ↑] [Physique: relatively strong Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer level] [Hand-to-hand combat: strong Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer level] [Combat intelligence: Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer] [Advanced techniques: Simple Domain (Hollow Wicker Basket), Domain Expansion, Reverse Cursed Technique.] [Talent slot excluded from assessment.] [Cursed tool slot excluded from assessment.] [Overall combat strength: Special Grade Sorcerer]
An incredibly luxurious panel. At this point, our man Xia could maneuver around a special-grade battlefield without being shut out of the fighting altogether. By his own estimate, he was probably around the level of the Sendai Four Heavenly Kings.
Whether he could beat Sukuna at this level was another matter, but anyone trying to get past him would have to suffer for it. With the blade forged from that bum Kashimo and his two absurd cursed techniques, killing a few special grade cursed spirits would be more than manageable.
Powerscaling rating: "Comedy" tier Pro MAX, twelfth stage perfected, on the verge of reaching the threshold for legendary freak last words.
It was time to advance the main plot and make his presence felt.
He would leave Choso's special simulation unused for now. It was bound to involve Blood Manipulation and the cursed womb: death paintings anyway. Save it for the holidays. It offered little strategic value.
"Even if I die and get nailed inside my coffin, I'll still shout with my rotting vocal cords: the blood tier is still a tier!"
A traditional joke in powerscaling circles: the blood tier's struggle.
Blood Manipulation was washed. For the time being, Xia Xia did not think his big brother's Supernova would improve him much either. Call him obstinate and stubborn, but he would not touch this thing until his progress hit a wall-he was afraid of polluting his skill pool.
The only use for it was reversing it into a health potion to save on blood.
Completely washed.
Streamer, streamer, I want to join the powerscaling community. Are there any other techniques as strong as Blood Manipulation?
There are, brother. There are.
There were nine more techniques that strong, also known as the Nine Gates of Jujutsu Bums. These included, but were not limited to, Palworld, which killed its user upon use; Limitless without the Six Eyes; the comedy act that was barrier technique; Megumi Fushiguro's animal friends; Empress Kasumi Miwa's New Shadow Style: Batto Sword Drawing; Rin Amanai's blood sugar manipulation; and Remi's bizarre scorpion-tail braid...
Bum characters, bum techniques. There was something for everyone.
The Culling Game was a grand stage. You could go without living, but not without a bit. If your cursed technique was not strong enough, you had to be enough of a freak to make that powerhouse partnership work, pressure the protagonists, and give the audience a knowing smile.
That said, bum Kashimo could actually fight pretty well. Aside from not quite living up to his reputation, his combat intelligence generally let him kill opponents on their first encounter. The technique was a bum; the man was not.
Laugh at the meme, not the man. Bum Kashimo was a real man.
Kids, Hajime Kashimo isn't flying to Tokyo.
Kids, log in and claim your Master Hollow Wicker Basket.
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