Jujutsu Sorcerer — Uro.
She was a Jujutsu Sorcerer active a thousand years ago, just like Ryomen Sukuna, and was considered one of the best even during what was known as the golden age of the Jujutsu World.
Her Innate Technique was called [Construction Cursed Technique], which allowed her to permanently create real, tangible objects using only Cursed Energy. If she reinforced this ability with a Binding Vow, she could even create Cursed Tools with special effects.
Such abilities made her a famous and powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer a thousand years ago, and also brought her, albeit barely, into Ryomen Sukuna's notice.
Ryomen Sukuna saw her as a potential tool who might yield value in the future, while Uro, like a lovesick woman, fell in love with Ryomen Sukuna, chasing him from a thousand years ago all the way to the present world.
According to the original plot, Tsumiki Fushiguro would become afflicted by a curse after going to the Eighty-Eight Bridges and eventually be eroded by Uro, becoming her incarnated vessel.
However, thanks to Chinatsu's 'spoiler,' when Fushiguro Toji one day heard from Tsumiki that she planned to go explore the Eighty-Eight Bridges with her classmates at night, the King of Killers himself transformed into a top-tier stalker.
Inverted Spear of Heaven in his left hand.
soul split katana in his right hand.
When Tsumiki and her group encountered a Cursed Spirit carrying Uro's incarnated Cursed Object, the Cursed Spirit had barely begun to scare them and hadn't even had a chance to attack before Fushiguro Toji severed one of its arms.
Inverted Spear of Heaven, dispels Cursed Technique effects, for defense.
soul split katana, ignores defense and slashes, for offense.
Tsumiki and the others were stunned by the scene unfolding before them. After learning that Toji was Tsumiki's father, they all called him a superman.
However, Toji ultimately failed to keep Uro's incarnated Cursed Object, because a special Cursed Spirit suddenly appeared, rescuing it at the cost of severe injuries before fleeing into the distance... "Honestly, if I didn't know you were the Gojo Family's young lady, and that you used Limitless to fight me back then, I'd really suspect your Innate Technique was [Future Sight]," Fushiguro Toji said jokingly.
"If I really could foresee the future, that would be great. Then I wouldn't have to live in fear every day, and I'd finally get some decent sleep."
Chinatsu, sitting on the sofa, said this while slightly raising her head, a bitter smile involuntarily appearing on her face as she spoke.
Others saw her as a protagonist who could easily clear any challenge, but in reality, Chinatsu was under immense pressure.
She claimed to know the plot's direction, but she had transmigrated before finishing the manga, and she didn't have any system or other world-transcending artifacts. Her only cheat was a pair of Rikugan, identical to Gojo Satoru's.
Gojo Satoru usually slept for a short time, but Chinatsu's sleep was even shorter, because she often entered a system's dungeon when she fell asleep.
Either she was slaughtering Sukuna and Kenjaku, or she was being suppressed by Sukuna and Kenjaku and pushed into a desperate situation.
The former was fine, but the latter truly made Chinatsu wake up in a cold sweat every time, with drops of perspiration on her cheeks.
Fushiguro Toji, across from her, also noticed the subtle changes in Chinatsu's expression, but he didn't say anything; as a rough man, he was genuinely not good at comforting others.
Chinatsu tried hard to adjust her mindset. There were only three things she could do and was doing, from beginning to end.
One: Save people to the best of her ability.
Two: Be proactive, constantly accumulating strength to prepare for the chaotic battles of the future.
Three: Adjust her mindset, neither becoming arrogant nor panicking, maintaining a calm demeanor and unwavering confidence in victory.
Chinatsu, looking up at the ceiling of the room, took a deep breath, her seemingly casually placed hands slowly clenching into fists.
Come on, Kenjaku!
Come on, Sukuna!
This declaration of war in Chinatsu's heart seemed to cross hundreds or thousands of kilometers and enter Kenjaku's mind. Kenjaku's nose twitched, and he almost couldn't resist sneezing.
However, he didn't have the extra thought to tease this sudden sneeze. All his energy was currently focused on a man tied up in front of him.
Kenjaku had lived for over a thousand years by constantly switching bodies, and during this time, while experimenting with different bodies, he also traveled across the entire country conducting various investigations.
Itadori Yuji was a perfect artificial vessel, not only allowing Sukuna to instantly regain his power after incarnation but also capable of suppressing his consciousness.
This kind of special individual was specifically created by Kenjaku and no second one could be found. However, if the standards were lowered, Kenjaku, who had traveled the country, remembered a few who were 'good enough,' and the man in front of him was one of them.
This man was once a company employee. Why 'once'? Because before he was captured by Kenjaku, he was no longer a company employee but an unemployed wanderer.
A few years ago, he developed a gambling addiction. He just wanted to try it out on a whim, won some money early on, and then couldn't stop, pouring all his wealth into gambling.
The result was that his wife and children had left him, and all his friends had abandoned him. Seeing this, Mahito, born from humanity's negative emotions, observed him with great interest, mocking how bottomless human desires truly were.
Kenjaku merely chuckled softly. Whether this person was a company employee or a gambler, in his eyes, they were all the same: spare vessels for Sukuna, nothing more.
"Mahito, bring the fingers."
"Alright!"
Mahito excitedly brought out all the fingers he had collected and stored, a total of 16 of them.
"The remaining 4 should be at Tokyo Jujutsu High, right? By the way, how much of an impact does a 16-finger level Sukuna have on our combat power here?" Mahito asked, teasing innocently.
This time, Kenjaku truly couldn't help but laugh out loud. A Disaster Cursed Spirit with an average level of only about 5 fingers was actually questioning a 16-finger level Sukuna.
"A big impact?"
It's a world of difference!
One of Kenjaku's hands took Sukuna's fingers from Mahito's hand, while the other forcibly pried open the man's mouth, stuffing one finger after another into his mouth.
People without the aptitude to be a vessel would instantly die from poisoning or explode upon eating Sukuna's fingers. A man with half-baked aptitude like the one before him would also suffer immense pain.
The man's eyes rolled back in agony, foam spewed from his mouth, and screams erupted from him. However, Kenjaku had already set up a barrier to prevent sound from escaping, so these screams did not reach the outside world.
After a period of screaming and convulsing, neither long nor short, the man finally fell silent.
He lost consciousness and his head slumped. As time passed, minute by minute, black, eerie patterns gradually appeared on the man's face and then his entire body...
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