"I won't let you get away with this, kid!!!"
Boom!
Boom!
Rumble!!
"Why not expand the domain? That little antenna doesn't seem to have Cursed Technique Burnout."
"No, we know very well that in a domain confrontation, Hanami cannot win."
"So you used up all your Cursed Energy to throw yourself a grand farewell party? How pathetic."
"Yeah, haha."
Crackle!
A purple light burst forth in the center of Ginza, turning everything in its path into nothingness.
The splendor has faded, the smoke has dissipated, leaving only the desolate ruins and the mournful bones.
The Second War Zone, where Satoru Gojo is located.
"This feeling... it's 'Zi'!" Standing in the blood-red amber, Satoru Gojo suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the direction of the First War Zone, his expression filled with disbelief. "There's no mistake, it's even much stronger than my 'Zi'... Is it you, Amaha..."
"I'm sorry, Hanami, Dagon... and Mahito..."
"We failed..."
"Don't blame yourself, Jogo. We'll meet again in the wilderness a hundred years from now, won't we?"
"When we are reborn, we will no longer be ourselves, but I still sincerely look forward to the day we reunite, when we will be true human beings."
"What? You want to become human?"
In a blank space, Igarashi Amaha appeared behind Jogo and the others with his hands behind his back.
He thought for a moment and continued, "Ah, I think I understand. You don't want to become human being itself, but rather to stand in the position of humanity, right?"
"It's a bit of a shame, it's useless."
The Jogo was taken aback. "What?"
"Human, sorcerer, Cursed Spirit —this shitty world won't be led by you just because you're human."
Igarashi Amaha waved his hand lightly at the air behind him, and a dragon throne appeared behind him. He casually sat down on it, rested his chin on one hand, and continued his narration.
"It's boring to think about it, but humans live in groups, curses live in groups, and then they resist each other. You're used to measuring your own value by banding together, so you'll only get weaker and smaller."
The Jogo gave a bitter laugh, hunching over as it looked at its companions.
"The world doesn't like this kind of person. If I'm Cursed Spirit, then this is the world of Cursed Spirit; if I'm human, then this is the world of humans."
Igarashi Amaha slowly stood up, raised his palm towards the group, and gave them his final piece of advice.
"Understand this principle: it's not because I'm the leader that I am Igarashi Amaha; it's because I am Igarashi Amaha that I am the leader."
"Oh, I see..."
After saying all this, Igarashi Amaha clenched his fist, and bang—! The world shattered, Jogo, Hanami, Dagon vanished forever into nothingness along with this space.
As the slideshow ended and the real world returned, Igarashi Amaha fixed his gaze on the remaining Aoki, and gave Aoki an order in an unquestionable tone:
"Take your brain out and crush it yourself, or I'll do it myself. Choose one."
Aoki was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Igarashi Amaha, what do you think you are? Who do you think you are! You don't really think you have the victory in your grasp, do you?"
"Heh." Igarashi Amaha smiled, her figure appearing behind Aoki like a phantom in an instant. She patted Aoki's shoulder with one hand, while looking up at the blood moon and said softly, "I'm nothing special, just an ordinary person who's a little stronger. But you... you'd better kneel down and talk to me. You're not qualified to look me in the eye."
Boom!
As the voice faded, a terrifying pressure descended! Aoki uncontrollably collapsed to his knees, his legs feeling numb, and no matter how he struggled, he was powerless.
"You sacrificed a lot of your fighting strength for Aoki's body. Now, you can't even put up a fight? You've really gone to great lengths, haven't you, Kenjaku?" Igarashi Amaha circled around Aoki as if taking a stroll, scrutinizing him.
"Heh, why aren't you calling me brother anymore?" Kenjaku coughed up a mouthful of blood and said through gritted teeth.
"Is this all we can do is engage in pointless verbal sparring? Now that things have come to this, shouldn't this body be returned to me?"
Igarashi Amaha smiled faintly and gently placed her hand on Kenjaku's forehead.
Whoosh!
Just then, a whooshing sound rang out, and an iron rod filled with endless lightning hovered in front of Igarashi Amaha. Looking at the iron rod in front of him, and then at the man with twin buns in the distance, Igarashi Amaha couldn't help but click his tongue.
"This is getting more and more chaotic. How did this guy even get out here?"
There was no time to mourn the death of the Jogo; the next to rush to the battlefield was the strongest sorcerer from four hundred years ago, the Thunder God Hajime Kashimo!
Sizzle! Crackle!
A man crackling with lightning descended from the sky, arrogantly addressing Igarashi Amaha and Kenjaku: "Hey, where's Sukuna?"
"Where did this idiot come from?" Igarashi Amaha muttered, ignoring him, and turned back to continue her needlework.
Upon hearing Igarashi Amaha's words, Hajime Kashimo's brows furrowed immediately. "Bastard, then I'll kill you first!"
Crackle!
Purple lightning surged, Hajime Kashimo a bolt of lightning, charging directly towards Igarashi Amaha and the other person.
Boom!
"What's going on!?" Hajime Kashimo looked at the fist frozen in mid-air, puzzled. " Six Eyes? No, whose Six Eyes is golden?"
Unconvinced, he continued his attack from all directions around Igarashi Amaha, trying every blind spot until Hajime Kashimo finally confirmed that this was " Limitless." However, he still couldn't understand how this Cursed Technique could be activated without Six Eyes. Moreover, he had scouted the surrounding area before coming, and Six Eyes of this era was clearly in another direction, so why was there another one here?
"Never mind, I want to get that guy out and find out what's going on."
The only way to figure out what's going on right now is to get Kenjaku out of there. With that thought in mind, Hajime Kashimo's purple lightning became even stronger. She took a deep breath, brandished the iron rod in her hand, and charged out!
Whoosh!
Boom!
A sudden gust of wind arose, and the resulting sandstorm engulfed all three of them.
"Behave yourself, little kitty."
Igarashi Amaha stopped Hajime Kashimo's iron rod with one finger and said indifferently.
Hajime Kashimo he watched Igarashi Amaha easily catch his attack. He was about to retort when he met Igarashi Amaha's cold golden eyes, and his back was instantly covered in cold sweat.
"Now, pick up your cat toy and roll away."
(I'll start updating twice a week tomorrow. I'll get used to it, my darlings. Love you all.)
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