Hiroshima Colony.
"If Sukuna wins, that would naturally be best. But if Sukuna loses, we can create another King of Curses and still have a chance.
But if these two are allowed to continue existing, the age of Curse Users and Cursed Spirits will never come."
"I'm asking you, why did you kill Mahito!"
"Because he was the most important part of the plan, and he would never have compromised with me. It was all for a new era, wasn't it, Jogo?"
Standing atop a towering yet deserted building, Jogo recalled his conversation with Kenjaku. His expression was grave, with a trace of mockery in his eye.
He wasn't mocking Kenjaku, only himself.
Even someone like Kenjaku was advancing unwaveringly along the path of his convictions, while he was hiding here and there like a stray dog.
It was as though he had returned to the bewilderment of his birth.
"Hanami, Mahito, Dagon..."
If they were still alive, they would probably be angry with him as he was now.
Why should he waver? Wouldn't doing so betray their sacrifices?
Was he going to keep hesitating over his former ideals simply because the resistance had grown stronger?
"I've prepared other helpers for you. If you still cannot succeed, I may step in to assist, but I hope things won't become that difficult."
Kenjaku's words still echoed in his ears.
On the horizon, a terrifying, towering figure was charging rapidly toward him. He was chasing Kenjaku, a Buddhist Dharma Wheel above his head, his skin deathly pale, like a monster.
The strongest Shikigami, Mahoraga!
"What the hell is that?"
Jogo's pupil shook as he stared at the terrifying giant in astonishment. The giant brushed past him and was now chasing Kenjaku, racing toward the city center.
Mahoraga's appearance here meant that Megumi