Kenjaku's brain writhed violently inside Suguru Geto's skull.
The instant Wangchuan appeared.
His brain overloaded in that instant.
A thousand years of knowledge, experience, and scheming all became useless before Wangchuan.
"This has to be a lie..."
His mouth spoke from inside Suguru Geto's skull, its voice faint and trembling, carrying a fear unfamiliar even to him.
"This pressure... this suffocating power."
Kenjaku's thoughts raced.
He had lived for a thousand years and seen countless powerful people.
He had witnessed Satoru Gojo's birth himself and knew something of Sukuna in his prime.
But Wangchuan was different.
Wangchuan fell outside his frame of reference.
"Just the aura he released in that instant... it wasn't even in the same dimension as theirs."
Kenjaku's mouth closed.
His brain stopped writhing.
Because he could think of no way out.
Run? His cursed energy was suppressed so completely that he couldn't circulate it at all, and the Mirror of the Imaginary lay in his sleeve like a lump of dead iron.
Fight? With what? He couldn't even comprehend the way Wangchuan existed.
Negotiate? His tongue was tying itself in knots.
For the first time in his thousand years of life, Kenjaku felt the weight of the word "hopeless."
Wangchuan stood at the end of the street.
With one step, he arrived beside the two of them.
"Mei Mei."
Mei Mei stirred.
Holding Ui Ui's hand, she walked over from behind Wangchuan.
Ui Ui huddled behind her, both hands clutching the hem of her trench coat, his face buried behind her arm with only his eyes showing.
Those eyes lingered on Wangchuan for an instant, then withdrew again.
Mei Mei stood beside Wangchuan and turned to look at him.
Her gaze lingered on his face for two seconds.
Then her brows furrowed.
Something was wrong.
*Something