Wangchuan's finger stopped.
The silver-white bolt of lightning hovered at his fingertip, neither dissipating nor expanding.
A face flashed through his mind: white hair, blue eyes, a black blindfold, and that ever-present smile that made people want to punch him.
Satoru Gojo's words.
"My best friend."
"My one and only best friend."
"If one day..."
"I want him back."
Wangchuan's brow twitched.
But soon, that layer of "indifference" washed over him again.
Like water, silent and soundless, it sealed that crack back up.
What did it matter to him whether Satoru Gojo wanted Suguru Geto back?
What did it matter to him whether Satoru Gojo was happy?
Why should he make Satoru Gojo happy?
Why should he try to feel something himself by making Satoru Gojo happy?
These thoughts cycled through Wangchuan's mind, like a machine reading a mass of data before reaching a conclusion: meaningless.
He did not withdraw his finger.
The silver-white bolt of lightning still hovered at his fingertip, and Kenjaku's brain was still slowly collapsing within the gray.
Then.
Another thought surfaced.
Sukuna's Fingers.
The mouth on Yuji Itadori's face flashed through Wangchuan's mind, that fanged mouth stretching all the way to his ears.
"Wait until I get out."
"I'm going to fight you."
"I'll use all my fingers."
All his fingers.
Twenty.
Sukuna at his peak.
If Sukuna gathered all twenty fingers, if Sukuna returned to his peak, and then he had Sukuna fight Satoru Gojo.
Satoru Gojo.
The strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era.
Sukuna.
The strongest in history.
Those two fighting each other.
That scene surfaced in Wangchuan's mind.
White lightning and red slashes collided in the sky, Limitless and a domain clashed, and two beings standing at the pinnacle of Jujutsu Society used every means at their disposal to kill each