In the early Meiji period, there was a woman with a special constitution who could conceive a child of Cursed Spirit. Because she would become pregnant without her knowledge, her relatives subjected her to inhumane persecution. She ran into a temple run by Jujutsu Sorcerer, carrying the body of her child.
However, her luck had been exhausted ever since she decided to enter the temple.
Kenjaku, along with numerous cultural heritages of Jujutsu, is remembered as one of the most evil sorcerers in history, a stain on the three major families. He harbored an extreme curiosity about children born from Cursed Spirit and humans. Nine pregnancies and nine abortions—how these occurred, and what happened to the woman afterward—are all related records that have been destroyed.
The Cursed Womb: Death Paintings, numbers one through three are classified as Special Grade Cursed Object. Is the source of their Cursed Energy the mother's hatred... or her love for the child?
Jujutsu High should avoid using warehouses.
Igarashi Amaha and Satoru Gojo walked side by side, surveying the nearly ransacked Kiku.
"You're really not being polite." Igarashi Amaha put his hands in his pockets and smiled as he looked at the display stand that was missing three dishes.
Satoru Gojo rolled his eyes at him and sighed, "Anyway, they're all useless junk to you, so you won't feel bad about throwing them away, right?"
"More or less."
Satoru Gojo shook his head, sighed softly, and leaned against the wall beside him. Looking at the dimly lit and messy Kiku room in front of him, he spoke softly, " Amaha, do you really want to revive Sukuna?"
How do you know?
"Megumi told me about the scene when Itadori swallowed the finger. It was already 7 minutes after you left. At your speed, you could get there in 7 seconds. Although we were playing cards at the time, it would have been hard for you not to sense the power emanating from Sukuna's Finger, but you still let Itadori swallow it."
Smack
Igarashi Amaha lit a cigarette and leaned against the stone pillar next to Satoru Gojo, gesturing for him to continue.
"Regarding the Eishu Juvenile Detention Center incident, you also appeared after Sukuna swallowed the finger. Although I would have made Itadori swallow that finger too, that would take time. There were two reasons why I didn't make Itadori swallow the finger in the Jujutsu High: one was because of Yaga- sensei's interference, and the other was because I thought Itadori needed to 'adapt'."
"If he were to eat more than five fingers at once, I predict that Sukuna would take control of his body for a period of time, perhaps 30 minutes, or perhaps an hour. But no matter how long it takes, during this time, Sukuna will definitely choose a new vessel to receive Incarnation. Itadori is a form of oppression for him, and he will absolutely not allow it."
"Once Sukuna finds a new vessel, it means he will be fully resurrected. Leaving aside his strength, the destruction he'll cause during his lifetime will be incalculable, Amaha." Satoru Gojo turned, his gaze fixed on Igarashi Amaha. In the dim light, the meaning in his eyes was unreadable. "Many people will die because of him."
"Heh." Igarashi Amaha chuckled mockingly after hearing Satoru Gojo's long-winded speech, then turned to meet Satoru Gojo's gaze, his cold eyes devoid of any emotion. "Do you think I care?"
"We've known each other for over ten years. You know me better than anyone. I'm not cruel, but I would never treat Houzi as human beings. How many of them die is to me like how the male protagonist in an adult film never cares how many mirrors he shoots. Even if it's thousands or tens of thousands, it's no big deal for the sake of fun. It's always been like this."
After listening to Igarashi Amaha's words, Satoru Gojo sighed speechlessly, "Do you really think Sukuna can make you happy? I feel like he's not even as good as me. Also, don't use such nonsensical analogies anymore."
"If you were to fight Sukuna, do you think you would win?" Igarashi Amaha asked with a sly smile.
"Is that so..." Satoru Gojo stroked his chin, saying earnestly, "If the opponent is Sukuna who has regained all his power... it might be a bit tricky, but... I'll win."
"And you, do you think you'll win?" Satoru Gojo asked Igarashi Amaha.
After hearing Satoru Gojo's answer, Igarashi Amaha gave an unnatural smile. As for Satoru Gojo's question, he simply waved his hand casually and said nonchalantly, "Just don't let me beat you into tears. There's no such thing as winning or losing. After all, what adult would seriously fight a child?"
"Being too proud isn't a good habit, Amaha- chan."
Igarashi Amaha smiled helplessly, "Is this what you call pride? Oh dear, do I have to say something like 'it's troublesome'? That's ridiculous."
" Amaha, the way you talk is becoming increasingly unpleasant." Satoru Gojo's face fell, and he turned to walk away.
Igarashi Amaha shook his head, watching Satoru Gojo's retreating figure. Leaning against the rock pillar, he lit another cigarette, a knowing look in his heart: Satoru, are we still going to go our separate ways...?
But before he could think any further, a familiar voice came from afar.
" Amaha, keep playing if you want. When the battle starts, Jie and I will evacuate the civilians, but this will only be once. Next time, I'll tell Yaga- sensei to beat you up."
Igarashi Amaha was taken aback and turned to look.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Satoru Gojo as he walked away from Igarashi Amaha, one hand in his pocket and the other waving lightly.
"What? Hehe." Igarashi Amaha shook his head and chuckled, but this smile seemed much more genuine.
Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical College.
Meeting room.
"Next, regarding casualties: zero."
"Huh?" Everyone except Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo looked at Ijichi in disbelief. "How is this possible? Where are the guards? Could that Cursed Spirit be some kind of good-natured person, only injuring but not killing?"
Ijichi pushed up his glasses and said incredulously, "No, the guards and other officials weren't injured at all. According to the information provided, they all said that Principal Yaga summoned them, and it was during the time they left that the Cursed Spirit entered the forbidden chamber."
As soon as the voice fell, everyone in the room turned to look at Masamichi Yaga.
"Huh? How come I didn't know about this? I was with Lord Tengen at the time. What did they want?" Masamichi Yaga was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto exchanged a glance, communicating with a look that was difficult for others to understand.
Satoru Gojo: " Amaha's illusion technique is so convenient, I'm envious."
Suguru Geto: "I thought you were going to say something like, ' Amaha wouldn't let the Cursed Spirit harm the students of the Jujutsu High, ' as expected."
Satoru Gojo: "What's there to say? He just dislikes ordinary people, not Jujutsu Sorcerer. How could he possibly allow Cursed Spirit to harm people?"
Suguru Geto: "Hey, you're wrong about that. Ordinary people are people too! Remember, Jujutsu Sorcerer's duty is to protect non- Jujutsu..."
Satoru Gojo: "Aren't you tired of this? You've been saying these two sentences for almost 10 years, are you out of things to say?"
Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo exchanged glances, and finally, it seemed that the conversation had broken down. The two turned their heads away and snorted coldly in unison.