The figure was not moving fast.
Yet that only made Mahito's skin crawl all the more.
He tried to make out the other person's face, but the snowflakes kept obscuring his vision.
Only when the person drew close did Mahito suddenly freeze in place.
That face was Itadori's.
But the eyes were not.
Those eyes were far too calm, as calm as if they were passing judgment, like Guyue Qingxiao's when he had looked down at him in the tunnel.
At the same time, Itadori's face and Qingxiao's face overlapped and alternated in his vision.
One moment, it was the young Jujutsu Sorcerer; the next, it was the man who had driven him into a corner.
What nearly stopped his heart was the pitch-black light beginning to glow around the other person's right fist.
Black Flash.
"No..."
Mahito instinctively took a step back.
The snow was deep, and every step felt like sinking into mud. He wanted to turn and run, but something seemed to be dragging at his feet, making even breathing difficult.
The next second, he saw that overlapping figure move.
There was no exaggerated burst of speed, no roar.
The figure merely walked toward him at an unhurried pace, yet the Black Flash on that fist shone brighter and brighter, as though it would burn the entire snowfield into nothingness.
"Stay back!"
Mahito finally screamed.
He turned and ran desperately into the snow, the hem of his robe snapping in the wind and snow, but the footsteps behind him followed him all the while.
They were not fast, but they never faded.
The harder he ran, the more those footsteps sounded like drumbeats, pounding against his nerves one after another.
He knew he could not escape.
But he could not stop.
Jogo was dead.
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