Sukuna There is only one lump left.
It's really a lump in the literal sense, with only half of the face left.
But the remaining half of the eye was still open, staring at Satoru Gojo.
"Gojo..."
The voice was squeezed out of half of the throat, hoarse and vague, but the hatred did not diminish at all.
Satoru Gojo squatted in front of him, propped up his knees with his elbows, tilted his head and looked at him, smiling as if he was looking at something rare.
"Well, here we are."
Sukuna stared at him with half his eyes and said nothing.
Satoru Gojo looked at it for a while, then suddenly stopped laughing and sounded a little more serious.
"To be honest, you are quite fierce."
Sukuna's half eye moved.
"Forty fingers, Ten Shadows fusion, Chimera Beast, and the timing when you rushed over to touch the belt just now, it was a beautiful fight."
"Anyone else would have been touched by you."
He tilted his head, with a rare seriousness in his tone.
"King of Curses, who was killed in the Heian era, deserves his reputation."
Sukuna was silent for two seconds.
Then the corner of the mouth on the half-burnt face twitched.
"Now that you say this, do you disgust me?"
"No, I'm telling you the truth."
Satoru Gojo spread his hands.
"You fought really well. There were several times when I was trying to hide."
He paused and tilted his head again.
"But I am the strongest."
Sukuna stared at him with half of his eyes, and for a long time, he squeezed out a vague laugh from his throat.
"Heh."
"Okay."
His voice gradually became softer, like wind leaking out of a broken window.
"The strongest..."
"Next time, try a different approach."
Satoru Gojo smiled.
"Let's talk about it next time."
Sukuna's half eye slowly closed.
His lump of body began to break from the edge, like ashes burning from the outside in, scattered in the air layer by layer, and finally nothing was left.
The floor was as clean as if it had been swept.
Satoru Gojo stood up, patted the dust on his hands, and turned to look to the side.
Megumi Fushiguro was lying in the rubble, unconscious, his chest rising and falling slightly, the blood on his face had dried, but his breath was very weak.
Satoru Gojo walked over, squatted down, and put his hand on Megumi Fushiguro's chest. Horse Talisman's lines lit up on his belt, and green light seeped into his palm.
Megumi Fushiguro The bleeding hole on his face has closed, the bruises have receded, his breathing has gradually become steady and deeper, and there is blood on his face.
Satoru Gojo patted his face.
"Okay, stop pretending to be asleep."
Megumi Fushiguro didn't wake up, but frowned and turned over.
Satoru Gojo smiled, stood up, and disappeared on the spot.
"Just accept it slowly..."
Roof.
Wangchuan stood by the guardrail, with his hands in his sleeves, looking at the ruins of Shinjuku. The air next to him twisted, and Satoru Gojo appeared beside him.
"How is it?"
Satoru Gojo patted the dust on his body and turned his head to look at him.
"Am I doing okay?"
Wangchuan turned his head and looked him up and down.
"There is no combat beauty at all, just numerical crushing."
Satoru Gojo did not refute, and even nodded.
"Yeah, I think so too."
He took off his belt, and twelve Talisman jingled in a string, and handed it to Wangchuan.
"Give it back to you."
Wangchuan took it, stuffed it into his sleeve, and took a look at Satoru Gojo.
"But, as long as you win."
"That's true."
Satoru Gojo put his hand back in his pocket, turned around, raised his hand to Yuji Itadori on the other side of the roof, and shook it.
"Hey, Itadori, did you see the teacher's heroic appearance just now?"
Itadori's mobile phone was still held up and he was still stiff. When he heard Satoru Gojo calling him, his whole body trembled.
Then his knees softened and he knelt down directly.
"Gojo teacher!"
He rushed over, braked suddenly three meters in front of Satoru Gojo, bent his knees, knelt down directly, and raised his hands together above his head.
"Long live Teacher Gojo! The strongest! Number one in the world!"
Kugisaki followed him and knelt down. He had put away his mobile phone, clasped his hands together, and sounded pious as if he was worshiping Shinto Shrine.
"Teacher Gojo, I will never speak ill of you behind your back again."
"What did you say bad things about me behind my back?"
"... It's nothing, just good words."
Megumi Fushiguro stood nearby, looking at his two teammates kneeling on the ground, his face so dark that it could be used as charcoal.
"Can you two get up?"
"No, I am now a disciple of Teacher Gojo."
Megumi Fushiguro twitched the corners of his mouth twice, turned his head and pretended not to recognize them.
Wangchuan looked at this scene and shook his head.
"Gone."
He turned around and walked towards the space-time rift at the edge of the roof.
"It's over."
Jormungandr raised his head from Shoko Ieiri's head and twisted his silver-white body.
Slide it down from Shoko's hair, swim along the air to Wangchuan's shoulders, and twist it into a ball.
"Master, that Sukuna's last dash to the ground was quite interesting, but it's a pity that it's a little off."
"Hmm."
Shoko Ieiri took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked the ashes, and looked at Jormungandr's back.
"Going back to Wangchuan like this? How heartless."
Jormungandr sticks out tongue.
"Uncivilized women, do you know what quality is? You can't smoke in public places."
Nobara Kugisaki was a little surprised, "A snake still understands this?"
Jormungandr continued, "I put it on your head before, it was a tactical break."
Wangchuan turned around and smiled.
"Hey, Shoko, can you stop smoking?"
"Delta!"
Shoko Ieiri solves it directly.
But she put out the cigarette in her hand and followed him.
Yuki Tsukumo walked over from the side, put his hands in his pockets, looked at Wangchuan and smiled.
"What a funny boy."
"Senior, your idea is very dangerous. He has a girlfriend."
Shoko Ieiri complained feebly.
Itadori got up from the ground and pulled Kugisaki's arm.
"Let's go, Kugisaki, stop taking pictures, Wangchuan is leaving!"
"Wait a minute. I'll take two more pictures. This angle is particularly good!"
"Fushiguro! Let's go!"
Megumi Fushiguro lay on the ground and snorted, taking one last look at himself below.
He learned from Wangchuan that the world was miserable for him.
"Fortunately..."
Keep up the pace.
Satoru Gojo was walking at the end. When he reached the crack, he stopped for a moment, turned around, and took a look at himself in this world.
Number Two Satoru Gojo is holding Megumi Fushiguro who is not awake yet,
Satoru Gojo raised his hand and shook it at him.
Number Two Satoru Gojo looked at himself in that parallel world, was silent for a moment, curved the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, and shook it.
Then Satoru Gojo turned around, walked into the crack, and disappeared into the purple-black gap.
The cracks closed, and calm returned to the roof.
The crack closed.
It was quiet on the rooftop.
Number Two Satoru Gojo stood there, supporting the unconscious Megumi Fushiguro, and looked down at his student's face.
His breathing is steady, his face is normal, and Cursed Energy is slowly returning.
He turned his head and glanced at the ruins in the distance that had been flattened by Hollow Technique, and then at the center line in the sky that was about to close in the atmosphere.
"What a great experience."
His voice was very soft, with a smile that he didn't even notice.
Then he bumped Megumi Fushiguro upwards and walked downstairs.
"Let's go, Megumi."
"Go back and cook porridge for you."