"What... what is this?" Nobara Kugisaki, staring at the terrifying monster beside her that exuded a Ui Ui aura.
"Even though I've seen it many times before, I'm still awestruck when I see it again," Megumi Fushiguro relief. " Amaha- sensei's Shikigami, 'Dragon'."
"A 'dragon'? Teacher Amaha has Shikigami too? He's really all-around amazing," Nobara Kugisaki exclaimed.
"Tch." Megumi Fushiguro scoffed. "Don't be surprised. I have no doubt now that he can transform into Kamen Rider. After all, he likes it so much, who knows if he'll actually do it?"
"Ha, men."
Below.
"Aaaaaah, waaaaah!"
The axe-like attack magnified in the Cursed Spirit's eyes, his eyes widened in terror, and he struggled desperately, but Igarashi Amaha was not about to let him off so easily.
Pfft!!
The Cursed Spirit's body snapped in two, and purple blood lingered in front of Igarashi Amaha's clothes, preventing him from approaching.
At the same time, he took advantage of the moment the blood mist gushed out to quickly create distance.
"Hmph, what a pathetic sacrifice." Sukuna landed on the ground, walked to the Cursed Spirit that had been cut in half at the waist, and only half of its body remained, and said mockingly.
"Aaaaaah, waaaaah." Large amounts of purple blood gushed from the Cursed Spirit's mouth. His body trembled violently as he stammered, trying to say something.
"Well, you should give it back to me now." Sukuna's Finger, splitting the Cursed Spirit in two again, then pulled a finger from the Cursed Spirit's chest and swallowed it whole.
20/3
Sukuna stretched contentedly, and then a thick, malevolent Cursed Energy was released from his body. He beckoned to Igarashi Amaha and grinned maliciously:
"Kid, continue."
Igarashi Amaha ignored Sukuna and instead took out her phone to check the time. "It's already this late. I have things to do. I'll finish you off in one move."
After saying that, without waiting for Sukuna's reaction, he took a deep breath, and a ball of black flame ignited in his hand, enveloping his upper body. Then he suddenly pushed off with his feet.
Bang!
The earth cracked, and countless fissures spread throughout the room. The space around Igarashi Amaha twisted, and his golden eyes flashed as he transformed into a shooting star, rushing straight towards Sukuna!
"It hurts a little, don't cry."
Boom!
Boom!
Rumble!!
Outside the Eishu Juvenile Detention Center, the scene before Ijichi's eyes flickered, and the dim, Innate Domain vanished. Seeing this, Ijichi breathed a sigh of relief, patting his chest and muttering to himself, "The disappearance of the Innate Domain means that the Cursed Womb has been resolved. Whew, thank goodness, nothing serious happened..."
Rumble!!
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the ground tremble. His pupils dilated slightly, and he cautiously backed away, nervously swallowing as he looked at the building in front of him. "W-no way, it shouldn't be."
Bang!
Rumble!!
His worst fears came true; Mr. Igarashi destroyed a building once again...
The Juvenile Detention Center collapsed with a deafening roar after a violent tremor, sending mud and rubble flying everywhere and raising clouds of dust.
Looking at the scene before him, he suddenly remembered what Miss Ieiri had once told him.
If possible, do not let Igarashi Amaha exorcise the Cursed Spirit in the room, otherwise an unexpected surprise will occur.
" Ieiri, is this the surprise you were talking about...?"
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells.
Inside a noisy, bustling underground casino in Tokyo.
"Hey, what's going on? Was it really necessary to use up a precious finger just to confirm Sukuna's strength?"
Kenjaku smiled after hearing this, looking at the chess pieces in his hand nonchalantly, and said, "Relying on guesswork without thorough confirmation is meaningless, but it still yields some results."
Sitting opposite him, Ryu Ishigori tossed over a five-thousand-coin chip, squinting as he stared intently at Kenjaku. "I hope this isn't just an excuse. How's the battle going?"
"Don't you think this question is boring?" Kenjaku replied irrelevantly, throwing down his chips to continue betting.
"Tch, how long did it hold out? It's still a Special Grade, it can't be defeated in one move, can it?"
"I really don't know if you overestimated the Special Grade or underestimated Igarashi Amaha and Sukuna. That guy was killed in their fight, he didn't even have a chance to make a move."
... The air suddenly fell silent.
"... By the way, are you really sure we can kill that guy Igarashi Amaha?"
Before they knew it, the two had thrown all their chips onto the poker table.
Tap, tap.
Kenjaku tapped the table with his fingers, threw the three playing cards in his hand onto the center of the table, and then turned and left without looking back.
He's still human, isn't he?
With that last sentence, Kenjaku's figure disappeared from the room.
Ryu Ishigori threw the three 5s in his hand onto the card table and got up to leave. But after taking only a few steps, he turned back. Driven by curiosity, he slowly lifted Kenjaku's cards. His pupils contracted, and he saw that the three playing cards clearly showed A, A... A.
"I see."
Kyoto Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical College.
Megumi Fushiguro: "It's so hot."
Nobara Kugisaki: "Yeah, the summer clothes aren't ready yet?"
Yuji Itadori: "Hey, you two, don't ignore me! You still haven't told me what Sukuna did to my body. Why does my whole body hurt so much? Did he go jump off a building for fun?"
Nobara Kugisaki: "Eh, then this building should be called the Igarashi Amaha Building, haha."
Megumi Fushiguro: "A hellish joke, hehe."
Yuji Itadori: "Teacher Amaha? What happened to Teacher Amaha?"
Nobara Kugisaki: "I guess I taught you how to box."
The three sat in the shade in front of the shrine, chatting idly.
A day has passed since the Eishu Juvenile Detention Center incident ended. Sukuna's heartfelt devotion to Yuji Itadori did not escalate due to Igarashi Amaha's intervention, and everything remained calm.
At that moment, three figures walked over.
"You three seem to have a lot of free time, Hui. Your face is still so sour." A slightly arrogant voice rang out in front of the three of them.
Looking up, I saw Maki Zenin, Panda, Toge Inumaki.
"Be kinder to your juniors, Maki."
"Huh? Am I not gentle enough?"
"Tuna, tuna."
"But I'm gentler when I'm with Yuta."
What did you just say, Panda?
Did I say that?
"Growing tendons gives birth to tendons."
Nobara Kugisaki and Yuji Itadori looked at the noisy Toge Inumaki and his two companions with puzzled expressions. "Who are those people?"
"The second-year seniors," Megumi Fushiguro said with deadpan eyes, pointing first at Maki, " Zenin- senpai is one of the top students when it comes to using Cursed Tool."
"Next, Inumaki- senpai." Megumi Fushiguro looked at Nobara Kugisaki, "The one I told you about before, the Cursed Speech User, who can only speak with rice ball filling because of the limitations of her Cursed Technique."
"The last fat guy is Senior Panda, and there's one more person, the only one worthy of respect, Senior Okkotsu."
Yuji Itadori blinked. "Why is Panda- senpai so casual?"
In the afternoon, the scorching sun beat down, the streets were deserted, and the cicadas' chirping, a unique sound of midsummer, played a soporific melody in the corners.
Wearing sunglasses and a black t-shirt, Igarashi Amaha stepped out of the latest Maybach, shielded his head from the sun with his hand, looked up at the pitifully small law firm sign in front of him, chuckled, and walked straight inside.
Pushing open the dilapidated door, a very ordinary studio came into view, and Igarashi Amaha immediately spotted his target.
Hello, lawyer.