The Jujutsu World.
An abandoned park.
A sudden downpour trapped Chu Yang here just after he finished a commission. Looking up at the dark, oppressive clouds, his expression was gloomy.
Five special-grade cursed spirits!
He had slain five special-grade curses this month alone!
An absolutely staggering record!
Aside from Gojo Satoru, no one had performed more brilliantly than Chu Yang.
He had become the most talked-about jujutsu sorcerer in all of Tokyo.
With power this terrifying, he should have been promoted to special grade long ago.
And yet…
There had been no word at all from Jujutsu High. To this day, Chu Yang was still only a Grade 1 sorcerer.
The steady patter of rain gradually soothed his mood without him noticing. "I thought that once I became a special-grade sorcerer, I'd be able to access the Sukuna fingers sealed by Jujutsu High. Looks like I'll have to find another way."
"As expected, things never go as smoothly as planned."
When the rain finally eased a little, Chu Yang let out a long breath and strolled into the rain.
"I've been looking for you for ages. Why are you standing here alone getting soaked? You look pretty lonely—don't tell me you got dumped?"
Just as Chu Yang was frowning in frustration, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared, wearing his usual infuriating grin.
Every raindrop that fell toward Gojo was repelled by an invisible barrier, so despite standing in the heavy rain, not a single part of him was wet.
"If you know I'm in a bad mood, then say what you have to say and get it over with," Chu Yang said impatiently, waving him off like a fly.
"The old geezers want to invite you to become a teacher at Jujutsu High," Gojo said with a wide grin.
"So that's the reason…" Chu Yang stopped walking, a hint of mockery curling at his lips. "A halfway sorcerer who didn't graduate from Jujutsu High and doesn't come from a clan—so I'm not qualified to be special grade? They want to brand me with the Jujutsu High seal?"
The smile vanished from Gojo's face. He clasped his hands behind his head and stretched lazily. "That's about it. Honestly, after all these years, their way of thinking and doing things hasn't changed at all. It's still disgusting."
Chu Yang wasn't the only one who hated the current state of the jujutsu world. Gojo despised it even more—but he had chosen a different way to deal with it.
Gojo wanted to nurture more outstanding young people, let them grow up, and replace the rotten higher-ups.
It was a method that consumed enormous time and energy.
Given enough time, it might truly bring about a brand-new jujutsu world.
Chu Yang had no such patience. He preferred to simply kill those people outright—and the man in front of him would definitely stop him.
"Senior, you should know that the time spent teaching students is enough for me to complete several commissions. A teacher's salary can't make up for that."
"Stop caring so much about money. With your current savings, you could already buy an entire building in Tokyo, right?"
"I've only completed a small goal."
"How many 'small goals' do you even want?" Gojo started counting on his fingers.
Chu Yang pressed down Gojo's hand and shook his head. "I really have no interest in being a teacher—"
Gojo grabbed his hand in return, his expression solemn. "There are generous subsidies!"
Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression turning reverent. "My childhood dream was to become a respected educator of the people!"
Gojo: "..."
"I never knew you had such a lofty dream. Looks like I still don't understand you well enough, Xiao Yangyang."
"Can you not call me that? It just makes me hate you even more, Senior."
Gojo coughed twice and laughed. "Alright, let's talk business. You're already a teacher at Jujutsu High now. I'll have someone prepare your teaching credentials later. But before that, you need to go on a business trip."
Chu Yang frowned. "Is there a subsidy?"
Gojo nodded. "Of course!"
Chu Yang's brows immediately relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "Business trips are great. You can arrange more of those in the future."
Gojo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The so-called subsidy was actually coming out of his own pocket—there was no way those old men at Jujutsu High would give Chu Yang such good benefits.
But he had no choice.
Gojo knew that if Chu Yang didn't join Jujutsu High, his chances of being promoted to special grade were practically zero. Over time, he might choose a path that ran completely counter to the establishment.
That sort of thing had happened many times in the history of the jujutsu world.
Having already lost close friends, Gojo truly didn't want to see another genius walk onto the opposite side.
"Where's the assignment?" Chu Yang asked.
"Miyagi Prefecture, Sugisawa Third High School."
…
Night.
Chu Yang took a taxi to Sugisawa Third High School in Miyagi Prefecture, over three hundred kilometers from Tokyo.
The taxi fare would be included in the subsidy and reimbursed by Gojo.
With him was a new student from Jujutsu High.
After getting out of the car, Chu Yang glanced at the expressionless student beside him, then at the familiar-looking middle school ahead.
So the plot was officially beginning?
"Didn't Gojo-senpai tell you where the item is?" Chu Yang asked.
"A louvered weather box near the school."
"Is he an idiot? Putting it in a place like that?"
"I think so too."
While complaining, the two found the weather box where Sukuna's finger had been stored. A thick cursed aura still lingered around it.
Chu Yang already knew there was nothing inside.
Fushiguro Megumi opened the weather box. Inside was pitch black—he couldn't see anything. He reached in and felt around, but no matter how long he searched, he found nothing.
His face changed. He stuck his head inside, wriggling around like a grub for a while, then pulled back out and looked at Chu Yang with a miserable expression. "Sensei, it's gone!"
Chu Yang calmly took out his phone and called Gojo. Without even mentioning that Sukuna's finger was missing, he launched straight into a furious tirade.
After finishing the call, it felt like all his stress had been released. Chu Yang stretched comfortably.
Fushiguro was dumbfounded.
He wasn't exactly polite to Gojo either, but he'd never gone that far.
"Hahaha, don't mind it. This is just how we get along. I'm usually the one getting sarcastically jabbed by him—rare chance to vent," Chu Yang said cheerfully.
Fushiguro swallowed hard.
"Let's go. No point standing around here. The cursed object was probably picked up by a student. Let's check inside the school."
"If a student picked it up, they probably took it home. Going to the school won't help, right?" Fushiguro said.
"That thing looks scary. What normal person would take it home? It's probably still in a classroom—like some kind of occult research club."
Fushiguro's head throbbed. The teacher in front of him gave off the same unreliable vibe as Gojo.
Half an hour later.
The two stood in front of a classroom.
[Paranormal Phenomena Research Club]
A dense cursed aura seeped out from inside.
"No way…"
"Even with the seal intact, it can't hide this stench. It's really about to fail." Chu Yang and Fushiguro rummaged through the room and found Sukuna's finger. The wooden box that had sealed it was gone, leaving only the finger wrapped in burial cloth.
By tomorrow night, Itadori Yuji's two foolhardy upperclassmen would undo the seal, attracting countless curses.
Chu Yang taking the finger early meant Itadori Yuji's future was now uncertain.
"Something this dangerous was just openly displayed in a classroom. If we'd arrived any later, something terrible would've happened here," Fushiguro said, shaken.
He watched Chu Yang silently put away the finger, hesitating. Gojo had told him to personally bring Sukuna's finger back.
But the man in front of him was also a Jujutsu High teacher, entrusted by Gojo.
He should be reliable… right?
Fushiguro exhaled deeply.
"Fushiguro, I've got something else to take care of, so I won't be heading back to Jujutsu High with you. Take a taxi back yourself, and remember to have Gojo-senpai reimburse you," Chu Yang said with a smile, bidding him farewell.
Watching Chu Yang's retreating figure, Fushiguro felt something was off. He pulled out his phone and called Gojo.
"That strange teacher took Sukuna's finger and left. Is that really okay?"
"Don't worry."
"I'm not trying to be suspicious, but that teacher just feels… weird."
"What I mean is, I'm already on my way. So no matter what happens, there's nothing to worry about."
"Huh?"
Before the call ended, Fushiguro felt an immense surge of cursed energy approaching.
"He didn't rush over just because he got yelled at, did he?" Fushiguro muttered, his expression odd.
A streak of light cut across the pitch-black sky.
Just as Chu Yang tore off the burial cloth from Sukuna's finger, Gojo Satoru descended from above.
"Hahaha, you really are reliable. When I heard the item was missing, I thought something bad had happened," Gojo said with a grin, scratching his head as his gaze fixed on the bare finger.
He froze.
Chu Yang let out a dry laugh.
"The seal's damaged this badly?"
"The logistics department clearly told me it was well preserved."
"Anyone who didn't know better would think you destroyed the seal yourself…"
After trading a few jokes, Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that the atmosphere had become awkward.
He smacked his lips and looked at Chu Yang.
"No way… Xiao Yangyang?"
Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, Chu Yang moved like lightning and stuffed Sukuna's finger straight into his own mouth—then even let out a satisfied burp.
Gojo Satoru: "..."
The late-arriving Fushiguro Megumi happened to witness the scene. His eyes flew wide open as he shouted, "Sensei! You can't eat that—it'll kill you!"
Terrifying cursed energy began to surge violently at Fushiguro's warning, forming a raging storm centered on Chu Yang that swept outward.
"Why would you do this?"
Gojo looked at Chu Yang with a complicated expression. He truly couldn't understand his actions.
Unfortunately, Chu Yang couldn't answer him.
The moment he swallowed Sukuna's finger, Chu Yang's consciousness sank into silence.
—
Inside a space filled with thick mist.
Sukuna's consciousness had just awakened—and he was exhilarated.
He had sensed the host's extraordinary talent.
If he could seize this body, he would be even stronger than he had been a thousand years ago.
Sukuna threw his head back in wild laughter, his arrogant voice echoing through the pitch-black space.
But—
As time passed, Sukuna gradually sensed that something was wrong.
He couldn't reshape this space at will.
By all logic, he should have been the master here.
Yet this mysterious space… didn't seem to belong to the host's consciousness at all.
The surrounding fog suddenly parted.
A majestic palace rose before Sukuna's eyes.
He froze, stunned.
The grandeur of the palace exceeded anything he had ever known.
Before he realized it, Sukuna slowly stepped onto the stairs leading up to the palace.
Someone stood before the palace gates.
Sukuna recognized him immediately—the owner of this body.
"You created this world?" Sukuna asked, a hint of awe in his voice.
"No. But honestly, I'm surprised you even managed to show up here," Chu Yang replied calmly.
Chu Yang stood at the top of the stairs, holding two blades, looking down at him.
"You're full of secrets. Kill you, and everything will belong to me."
Sukuna formed hand seals before his chest, cursed energy erupting violently as a massive shrine appeared behind him, standing in opposition to the palace behind Chu Yang.
"Domain Expansion—Malevolent Shrine."
Sukuna's domain spread rapidly, as though it were about to devour everything.
But when it reached Chu Yang's feet, it stopped dead—unable to advance even an inch.
Sukuna's expression changed drastically.
"This is our world. Your domain can't function here."
Voices echoed from all directions.
Sukuna looked around—and saw many figures dressed in vastly different styles, yet all bearing faces identical to Chu Yang's.
"These souls… their essence is identical. They're all the same person!"
As the King of Curses, Sukuna was extremely sensitive to souls. He instantly grasped Chu Yang's secret.
How could a single soul split into so many powerful souls?
That was utterly impossible.
"How did you do this?!"
"Is this your innate technique?!"
Sukuna raised his head in shock, but his eyes quickly filled with manic excitement.
This power—he had to have it.
"Hey, he still hasn't realized how serious the situation is," Magic Chu Yang remarked with amused curiosity. "Guess that's Sukuna for you—even now he looks like he wants to throw hands."
"I'll deal with him quickly," Jujutsu Chu Yang said, stepping forward—
Only to be stopped by Shinigami Chu Yang.
"I'll handle it."
Shinigami Chu Yang stepped down the stairs.
"More professionally aligned."
Pirate Chu Yang crossed his arms, watching with interest.
Sukuna stared warily at Shinigami Chu Yang. The man in black robes radiated an unfamiliar presence—one that faintly suppressed him.
As Shinigami Chu Yang drew closer, the restless unease nearly drove Sukuna insane.
Unable to remain calm, Sukuna lunged forward like a cornered beast.
Shinigami Chu Yang activated a Kidō.
A circular light array suddenly appeared beneath Sukuna's feet.
One second later, golden lightning erupted, engulfing Sukuna completely.
"AAAAAAH!"
Sukuna screamed in agony.
Kidō possessed a special effectiveness against entities like him.
Even if this were Sukuna at full power—let alone only one-twentieth of his true strength—facing a Shinigami Chu Yang would lead to only one outcome.
With his domain suppressed, Sukuna couldn't last long. He quickly fell into a near-death state.
With nineteen fingers still out there, he wouldn't truly die.
But the humiliation he suffered now was far worse than death itself.
The last look Sukuna cast at Chu Yang was filled with madness—
as if to say:
Next time we meet, I will kill you.
—
After eliminating the uninvited guest, the group returned to the Soul Palace, sharing memories and abilities gained during this time.
Demon Slayer Chu Yang finally obtained the swordsmanship he had long desired.
He sat down on the spot and began comprehending supreme sword techniques.
Though the martial world's power level wasn't high, its martial arts were profound in concept, pointing directly toward the Dao—exactly what he had been lacking.
Yet the one most deeply affected wasn't Demon Slayer Chu Yang.
It was Shinigami Chu Yang, who had just defeated Sukuna.
The instant the essence of Tai Chi surfaced in his mind, a thunderclap seemed to explode deep within his soul.
"My Zanpakutō is reacting!" Shinigami Chu Yang said solemnly.
His Zanpakutō had been on the verge of manifesting for a long time, yet stubbornly refused to cross that final threshold—stuck at a critical bottleneck.
Now, the Yin–Yang principles of Tai Chi, combined with the Sun–Moon forces of the Breath of Origin, converged together.
All powers fused into a ceaseless flowing river, helping Shinigami Chu Yang smash through that barrier in one decisive surge.
Sun and Moon.Yin and Yang.
Four forces supported one another, slowly merging into two Zanpakutō.
Blinding light flooded the entire palace.
Above the palace, a faint blue glow suddenly appeared, resonating with the brilliance below.
Everyone looked up—
It was the long-vanished Hōgyoku.
"I thought this thing got swallowed by the palace…" Pirate Chu Yang stared in surprise at the Hōgyoku floating in midair. It was absorbing the light radiating from the Zanpakutō.
"It's absorbing the spiritual power emitted by the Zanpakutō?"Naruto-world Chu Yang turned to Shinigami Chu Yang, frowning. "It won't affect the Zanpakutō, will it?"
Shinigami Chu Yang shook his head, indicating it was fine.
"I remember this Hōgyoku was incomplete," Magic Chu Yang stroked his chin, curiosity written all over his face. "It seems like it's becoming whole."
"If only we had instruments," Marvel Chu Yang said regretfully. "We could analyze the energy being radiated by the Zanpakutō and the Hōgyoku."
Everyone discussed animatedly. Only Demon Slayer Chu Yang paid no attention to the outside world, wholly absorbed in comprehending swordsmanship.
Another ten minutes passed.
The Hōgyoku seemed to have "eaten its fill." Its size had doubled, the blue glow faded, and it hovered quietly in the air.
The light of the Zanpakutō also became "restrained," revealing their original forms.
What appeared before everyone was shocking.
They were neither katana nor Western swords, nor bizarrely shaped Zanpakutō.
They were—
Ancient swords.
Shinigami Chu Yang's two Zanpakutō: one was pitch-black, its blade engraved with golden patterns that gathered into a vast river. White bones filled the river, and within it, a palace could be faintly seen.
The other was pure white, its blade engraved with azure patterns of a sea of clouds. Above the clouds shone the sun, moon, and stars, illuminating all directions. Within the clouds, another palace could likewise be faintly discerned.
The two palaces were strikingly similar to the Soul Palace beneath their feet.
"The final form of a Zanpakutō is related to its wielder's nature," Pirate Chu Yang said. "So what do these two swords represent?"
"Souls," Shinigami Chu Yang answered succinctly.
Souls.
Everyone mulled over the word.
At their root, their souls were one and the same. They were independent individuals, yet also parts of a whole.
This magnificent Soul Palace bound them together.
"What are the Zanpakutō called?" Jujutsu Chu Yang suddenly asked.
"Fengdu… Tianque…" Shinigami Chu Yang held the two Zanpakutō, light shimmering in his eyes.
"The highest palace above the Nine Heavens and the deepest palace beneath the Nine Netherworlds?" Naruto-world Chu Yang complained. "Looks like we're destined to be tangled up with palaces for life."
Mist rolled in, and the Chu Yangs returned to their respective worlds.
…
Jujutsu world.
After swallowing Sukuna's finger, violent cursed energy swept outward from Chu Yang, then quickly returned to calm.
Chu Yang stood motionless, as if dead.
Gojo Satoru had already removed his black blindfold, prepared for the worst.
"Even though it's just one of the twenty fingers, his strength definitely isn't back to peak," Gojo said, lightly stretching, irritation in his voice. "The trouble is, he's taken over Yang's body."
In Gojo's view, a genius who had never displayed an innate technique, yet could rival special-grade sorcerers with cursed energy alone, was frighteningly compatible with Sukuna.
Fushiguro Megumi rarely saw Gojo look like this. No matter how bad things got, Gojo was always calm and carefree.
But this time, Fushiguro saw worry in his eyes.
"Is Sensei Yang's potential really that terrifying?""Could he become as strong as you in the future?"
Fushiguro couldn't help asking.
"Not possibly—definitely," Gojo replied."From the very first day I met Yang, I knew he was different. Sorcerers who constantly exceed my predictions are rare."
"And Yang is exactly that type. His talent is visibly powerful—on some level, it's no weaker than my Limitless."
"To this day, I still don't know his innate technique. Maybe he doesn't have one—but my intuition says that's impossible."
"Without accounting for innate techniques, I once tried predicting a fight between Yang and me."
"My conclusion was…"
"He has a 1% chance to defeat me."
Fushiguro's pupils shrank in shock.
In his heart—and in the minds of most sorcerers—the name Gojo Satoru meant only two words:
Invincible.
For the universally acknowledged invincible Gojo to say someone could defeat him?
Even if the probability was a pitiful 1%…
Having a chance and having none were entirely different things.
And Gojo had said this was without factoring in Yang's innate technique—the actual odds could only be higher.
Fushiguro's heart pounded wildly. He had to take deep breaths to steady himself. If this conversation got out, it would cause an uproar in the jujutsu world.
At that moment—
Chu Yang, who had been in a dazed state, slowly opened his eyes.
They were clear and bright.
Gojo froze for a moment, then the corners of his mouth lifted.
This didn't look like Sukuna possessing Chu Yang.
Had he fully digested it?Or merely suppressed it?
Gojo felt a faint thrill of anticipation.
Could someone really fully assimilate Sukuna's power?
To be safe, Gojo decided to test Chu Yang.
His method was simple.
His figure vanished—and in the next instant, he appeared before Chu Yang.
In his hand was a pitch-black sphere.
It was formed by compressing space again and again with cursed technique.
That tiny sphere alone was enough to destroy the school beside them.
Now—
Gojo pressed the sphere toward Chu Yang's face.
Sensing the terrifying fluctuations of power, Chu Yang's expression stirred, as if waking from a great dream.
His pupils turned white, blood-red tomoe appearing.
The instant the Rinnegan manifested—
The sphere in Gojo's hand vanished.
His expression went blank, his consciousness pulled into another space.
In a brief daze, Gojo realized he was standing in an unfamiliar place.
As far as the eye could see, there was only endless white mist.
"What… is this place?"
"I was just near the school a second ago—how did I end up here in the blink of an eye…?"
"At my age, I shouldn't be getting dementia already, right?"
Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, looking as though he were pondering the meaning of life, then suddenly recalled Chu Yang's strange pupils.
"Were those eyes Yang's technique? Is this his domain?"
"Feels a bit like my Six Eyes."
"As expected of little Yang!"
Gojo praised Chu Yang in a shameless tone, conveniently praising himself along the way.
At that moment, Chu Yang appeared out of thin air before him.
Their eyes met.
Chu Yang sighed. "I'm begging you—please stop calling me that in such a cringey tone."
Gojo, thoroughly enjoying himself, paid no attention to Chu Yang's plea. Like a curious child, he looked around, examining Chu Yang's illusionary space.
"This is inside your domain?"
"No."
"Then where is this?"
"A space created by illusion."
"So it's a technique?"
"You could say that."
"It feels pretty real. If this place is fake, then what's happening outside right now?"
"No matter how long we spend here, outside it's only an instant."
"Oooh—" Gojo looked at Chu Yang in amazement. "That's impressive. Blurring the concept of time—this is a seriously powerful technique."
Chu Yang snapped his fingers, and the surroundings instantly transformed into a classroom, laid out exactly like one at Jujutsu High.
"You probably have more important questions, right?"
He casually pulled out a chair and sat down.
Gojo stared at him for a while before asking, "So—how did it taste?"
Chu Yang frowned slightly. "Terrible. Like stuffing a chunk of rubber into my mouth."
Gojo laughed. "You look fine. What about Sukuna?"
Chu Yang stretched lazily. "Calling it death isn't quite accurate. More like… temporarily gone."
Gojo showed a just as I thought expression and praised him, "Facing Sukuna in the mental world instead of reality—that's his home turf. That's no small feat."
Chu Yang shook his head. "No matter where it was, his strength was worlds apart from his peak. I only beat a non-prime Sukuna. That's the truth."
Gojo pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Chu Yang, staring at him unblinkingly. "Be honest—with all twenty fingers, you'd still be confident you could beat him, right?"
If his Zanpakutō hadn't yet manifested, Chu Yang might have held back.
But now—
He nodded without hesitation. "It's not confidence. I would definitely win."
That overwhelming certainty instantly infected Gojo, excitement surging uncontrollably across his face.
It was just too similar.
That arrogant, all-seeing confidence made Gojo feel as though he were looking at his younger self.
Above heaven and below heaven—
I alone am supreme.
Man, I really want to fight him…
Gojo's lips curled upward. He took a deep breath and stared at Chu Yang.
Chu Yang said calmly, "Like you said earlier—this is my home ground."
Gojo raised an eyebrow. "And?"
Chu Yang shrugged, spreading his hands with a grin. "If you want to get beaten up, I don't mind—just don't settle accounts afterward."
Cursed energy surged rapidly around Gojo like a raging river. His eyes shone like crystal, mysterious and beautiful.
The moment he tried to activate his technique, all the cursed energy in his body vanished.
It felt as though cursed energy itself had been erased.
Only then did Gojo truly understand what Chu Yang meant by home ground.
As long as Chu Yang wished it, this world would change exactly as he desired.
Gojo's understanding of illusions deepened instantly.
The next second—
The scene changed.
Gojo was suspended on a cross.
Chu Yang stood before him, blade in hand.
The image was eerily familiar.
Especially Gojo's snow-white hair—it made Chu Yang feel a strange sense of déjà vu.
Chu Yang decided to give Gojo the Kakashi-style special package.
"I surrender…"
Perhaps sensing the hostile aura, Gojo quickly conceded. Forcing it under such absolute disadvantage would be idiotic.
But Chu Yang had no intention of stopping. The blade in his hand slowly pressed against Gojo's chest.
He revealed a smile that made Gojo's blood run cold.
…
Reality.
In less than the blink of an eye, the blankness in Gojo's eyes cleared.
Then fear took hold.
He had thought the illusionary space was fake—that nothing there would truly hurt.
But every stab Chu Yang inflicted felt exactly the same as being wounded in reality.
The extreme pain of the blade piercing vital points made Gojo feel as though it were all truly happening.
What chilled him to the bone even more was that, while enduring inhuman torment, he was completely unable to use any cursed technique.
That despair—
Was like drowning in a vast ocean.
No matter how desperately he struggled, there was nothing to grasp.
Thankfully, Chu Yang stopped short of going too far. Gojo was shaken, but he could still control himself.
If Chu Yang had pushed him too hard, Gojo's body might have erupted unconsciously in self-defense.
In that case, once free of the illusion, Gojo might genuinely have tried to kill Chu Yang.
Gojo steadied his emotions, then turned to the person behind him.
"How long was I spaced out?"
Fushiguro Megumi answered blankly, "You weren't spaced out. You just froze for a moment when your technique disappeared."
Gojo took a deep breath, slowly forming a chilling smile.
Fushiguro shuddered.
That smile only appeared when Gojo was extremely angry.
Chu Yang spoke first. "You asked to experience it yourself. We agreed—no settling scores afterward."
Gojo froze, his face flushing red. Rage clogged his throat, nearly suffocating him.
"Teacher Yang… are you okay?"
Fushiguro stared at Chu Yang in disbelief, interrupting Gojo's rising fury.
Chu Yang smiled and nodded.
"Sukuna's finger—"
"He's already absorbed it."
Gojo waved his hand, signaling Fushiguro to stop asking questions, completely ignoring the shock on his face.
"Come back to Jujutsu High with me. You swallowing Sukuna's finger won't stay secret—better to come clean."
"In the history of the jujutsu world, sorcerers who swallowed Sukuna's fingers in pursuit of power are countless."
"They all failed."
"But now… the best option is for you to absorb the remaining fingers and solve the greatest problem the jujutsu world has faced in a thousand years."
Gojo put his blindfold back on, apparently abandoning the idea of fighting Chu Yang here.
(End of Chapter)