Forcing a Meeting with Tengen (Using Force to Meet Tengen)

"Among the thousands of ever-changing doors, only one leads to the Tombs of the Star Corridor where Tengen resides."

Yuki Tsukumo walked at the front. "Therefore, only by finding the right door can one see Tengen."

"This is a big problem..."

"Hiss..." Shiratori Gotsu stroked his chin.

He then remembered that in the original story, Choso found the correct door by sensing the other Death Painting Wombs stored in the Cursed Warehouse of the Tombs of the Star Corridor.

However, now that the timeline has been moved forward so much, it's hard to say whether the Choso has actually resulted in any Incarnation.

"So, if Lady Tengen doesn't want to see us, we'll never find her, right?" Okkotsu frowned slightly.

"Oh, right! You've reminded me!"

"Just let her come to us!" Shiratori Gotsu her hands. "Let's go, let's get everyone together and gather on the playground."

"Oh? You have an idea?" Tsukumo raised an eyebrow.

"Hehe... Of course, and it'll definitely be explosive, after all, I'm the action-oriented type~" Shiratori Gotsu chuckled mischievously.

A crowd gathered on the Jujutsu High's sports field.

"Alright, tell me your plans." Tsukumo looked at Shiratori Gotsu.

Shiratori Gotsu snapped his fingers:

"The current situation is that we need to see Tengen, but Tengen doesn't want to see us, so we can't see her."

"So, we can only do things that interest her, try to increase her favorability, and get her to come out and see us on her own initiative."

Seeing the still puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Shiratori Gotsu decided not to keep them in suspense any longer.

"As we all know, the shrines, temples, pavilions and towers in Jujutsu High are basically just illusions."

"They change their positions every day using Tengen's Barrier Technique."

"In other words, they are essentially barrier nodes specially set up by Tengen."

He walked straight to a pavilion at the edge of the playground and placed his palm on a pillar. "[Corpse Attraction Shock Blast • Third Bomb]!"

He turned around, grinning slyly, and said:

"Do you think that if we dismantle the nodes of the barrier she painstakingly set up, Tengen's favorability towards us will skyrocket?"

Boom!

To the astonishment of everyone at the Jujutsu High, the pavilion suddenly rose into the air and transformed into a stick-shaped structure amidst the flames.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, nothing happened.

"You're really quite composed, Tengen." Shiratori Gotsu rubbed his neck and looked at everyone:

"Then, everyone, let's go all out and tear it down, every single one of them!"

"That's not a good idea..." Okkotsu rubbed his nose.

"I always felt that causing destruction was something only villains would do," Itadori said, his face full of hesitation.

Mei Mei posed the most crucial question, "The key question is, who will be responsible for these losses?"

"As for the losses, just put them on your dear Gojo jailer's account; I'm sure he won't have any objections."

Shiratori Gotsu smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Achoo!" Gojo in the Prison Realm sneezed loudly, their skin breaking out in goosebumps.

'Why do I suddenly have this ominous feeling...'

Upon hearing that the Satoru Gojo would be recorded, everyone's hesitation vanished instantly, and they all beamed with joy.

The next moment, they scattered in unison and began to frantically bite at the building they felt most familiar with.

In an instant, wood and stone flew everywhere, and bricks and tiles groaned in despair.

Everyone was in high spirits and united as one, and the demolition proceeded smoothly and efficiently.

Finally, after Shiratori Gotsu blew a small temple into the air for the third time, Tengen, who had been watching through the barrier, could no longer hold back.

A door appeared beneath the feet of everyone scattered throughout the Jujutsu High, and then opened simultaneously.

They all plummeted down, eventually landing in the main hall of the Tombs of the Star Corridor —a pure white space.

"Oh, you're in." Tsukumo casually tossed aside the piece of broken wood he was still clutching in his hand.

"Ha, isn't this super effective?"

Shiratori Gotsu up and stared directly at the figure standing in the distance, arms crossed, wearing a wide white robe, and resembling a thumb.

"... Nice to meet you."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Tengen began to announce the names of the dishes:

"Terrorist criminals, [Thunder God] who can't Domain Expansion, the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High, the son of Zenin, the blood of Michizane, the self-reliant Cursed Corpse... and finally, the vessel of Sukuna."

"Don't you need to greet me?" Tsukumo raised an eyebrow. "Tengen."

Itadori: 'This guy...'

Fushiguro: 'This...'

Kugisaki: '... so ugly.'

Junpei: 'Huh...?'

Okkotsu: "This person..."

Hajime Kashimo: 'Is this a person?'

Shiratori Gotsu smiled slightly, "Tengen, it's been a long time. It's been over four hundred years since I last came here."

Do you remember that year's Martial Exhibition Before the Emperor?

"To be precise, it was 427 years ago," Tengen said expressionlessly.

"Why is the Tombs of the Star Corridor closed?" Tsukumo asked bluntly.

"I'm worried you might be in sync with Kenjaku, after all, I can't understand human nature." Tengen glanced meaningfully at Shiratori Gotsu.

"Who would associate with that annoying guy?" Hajime Kashimo curled her lip.

"Upon closer reflection, can the 'lu' symbolizing compassion and the 'suo' symbolizing redemption really be considered irony?" Tsukumo couldn't help but tease.

"... Why does Tengen look like this?"

Itadori seized the opportunity and asked the question that everyone wanted to know.

"Though I Immortality, I am not eternal." Hearing Itadori's question, Tengen suddenly revealed a strange, seemingly benevolent smile:

"You'll grow to look like this even if you live for five hundred years."

"... Is that so?" Itadori seemed thoughtful.

"Twelve years ago, after my failed assimilation with the Star Plasma Vessel, my aging accelerated, and my sense of self gradually faded away."

Tengen resumed his expressionless demeanor. "Heaven and earth have become my self."

"So there isn't actually another Star Plasma Vessel?" Tsukumo looked enlightened. "No wonder the volume didn't increase."

"Excuse me, we've come to ask about Kenjaku's purpose and the solution to 'Prison Realm'," Okkotsu steered the conversation to the main topic.

"Please tell us everything you know."

"Okay, but I must make one condition," Tengen said. "Shiratori Gotsu, Shiki, Hajime Kashimo, Yuki Tsukumo, Yuta Okkotsu Masamichi Yaga."

Two of you five must stay here and serve as my guards.

"No." Shiratori Gotsu refused without even thinking.

Not to mention that he didn't really care about the life or death of Tengen, this thousand-year-old recluse.

His initial purpose in letting Kenjaku go was to enjoy the [Culling Game] battle, so of course he couldn't possibly stay.

"I don't want it either, don't even think about it." Hajime Kashimo also refused outright.

"A guard? But aren't you Immortality?" Okkotsu asked, his face full of doubt.

"Is it because they're afraid of being sealed away?" Maki wondered.

"At least tell me why you need guards and how long it will take."

Tsukumo stood with one hand on her hip, showing no intention of giving Tengen face.

"... Alright." Tengen sighed, and then, the originally pure white space began to change from beneath her feet.