Faced with Jogo's impatient questioning and everyone's stares, even Kenjaku's usually unshakable composure began to waver.
Ever since Chinatsu had sent him flying several years ago, he had endured the humiliation and quietly built up his strength. He had even exorcised cursed spirits as though competing with jujutsu sorcerers for business, all to snatch as many of Sukuna's Fingers as possible before Jujutsu High could get them.
He had a feeling that retrieving the Sukuna's Fingers already in Jujutsu High's hands... in that woman's hands would be extremely difficult, if not impossible.
Now, although everything seemed ready, Kenjaku still could not settle his nerves. He hesitated over whether to act immediately.
When the hot-tempered volcanic cursed spirit Jogo saw his hesitation, the Mount Fuji atop his head erupted with a bang!, spewing billowing flames.
He strode up to Kenjaku with a grim, intimidating expression and opened his palm. Flames that seemed to come straight from purgatory gathered into a fireball hovering above his hand.
"Hesitating! Dithering! Do you think I won't burn you alive?!" Jogo threatened, his face twisted into a snarl.
Jogo, a cursed spirit born from humanity's fear of volcanoes, was the strongest of the Four Great Disaster Cursed Spirits. Kenjaku had assessed his strength as equivalent to seven or eight of Sukuna's Fingers.
Against Jogo, any jujutsu sorcerer without special grade combat strength was practically helpless. The flames that shot from his hands were powerful enough to reduce a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer to ashes.
Hanami, the forest cursed spirit, slowly approached from behind him, placed a hand on Jogo's shoulder, and urged him not to be so impulsive.
Dagon, the ocean cursed spirit, and Mahito, the human cursed spirit, also came over. Jogo was merely letting his fiery temper get the better of him; he had