The speed of regression seemed unpredictable.
The more he interfered, the faster it regressed; the less he interfered, the slower it became.
This
was an intuition.
"Hoo."
Itadori took a deep breath and murmured, "We'll explore this later."
He didn't dwell on it too much.
What he needed to verify now was—
was this a dream, a parallel world, or… had he really returned?
Itadori had watched countless movies, read countless novels, and watched almost every genre during his most boring period. At this moment, countless guesses flashed through his mind.
Time travel wasn't impossible.
After all, this was a world where spells existed.
Any kind of spell was possible.
"It's too real."
He looked around. "There's no aura of any domain here, not even a trace of spell power fluctuation."
In other words,
he might really have returned.
If all of this is true…
then those deep-seated regrets, those deceased friends and companions, even Grandpa…
they are still here, still able to…
His thoughts drifted, and
he unconsciously followed the nurse, Sugisawa.
Unaware, Sugisawa continued walking, soon stopping outside a hospital room. She lightly knocked, saying,
"Mr. Itadori Yamasuke, it's your phone. Hisahito wants you to bring something back."
"So annoying!"
came the old man's grumpy roar from inside the room, filled with impatience. "Tell him to ignore me and go to his club activities!"
He held the pager, which was connected to a phone.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
came the voice of the young Itadori.
"You heard that, Itadori? Which club are you in? Go to your activities first." Nurse Sugisawa said.
"Alright, I'll go tomorrow evening." The young Itadori's voice was somewhat low.
Perhaps he also understood that Grandpa didn't have long to live.
"Go on, all of you, don't bother me!"
Old man Itadori Yamasuke yelled.
Nurse Sugisawa shuddered.
Just then
, a heavy feeling came from her shoulder; someone patted her. She
turned around and
saw a stranger wearing a hood.
"I'll do it."
Itadori walked past Sugisawa into the ward, his eyes gleaming with a different light.
This light...
hadn't appeared in nearly seventy years.
"Hey!"
Nurse Sugisawa tried to stop him.
Old man Itadori Yamasuke, still yelling, "Are you deaf? I already told you..."
He seemed unusually energetic today, a sudden burst of life before death, unlike his listlessness of the past few days.
But...
when the hooded Itadori approached, his voice suddenly softened.
Suddenly, he became much calmer.
"Hey, what's going on!?"
Nurse Sugisawa's eyes widened in disbelief.
Itadori Yamasuke was an elderly man with white hair, bedridden.
He's incredibly short-tempered and stubborn!
Even though his grandson visits him every day, bringing him whatever he needs, and even buying him flowers out of love for his only relative…
he still yells at his grandson.
Therefore, apart from his grandson, no one else wants to visit him.
But…
today is a bit unusual.
This man… who is he…?
"It's alright, you can go out now… Miss Sugisawa."
Itadori turned his head slightly, a reliable smile on his lips.
This profile, revealing a sliver of his face, slightly stunned Sugisawa, who then reacted, nodded, and left the ward.
Itadori Yamasuke raised an eyebrow and said, "Who are you…?"
Although he couldn't see the full face, just by the voice, he felt a sense of familiarity.
Very similar to Itadori.
But more composed, experienced, and with an almost imperceptible confidence.
How to put it…
He thought of his son, 'Itadori Jin', could he be an illegitimate child?
"Really, at your age, your temper is still so fiery."
Itadori approached, sitting on the accompanying chair, his hands resting on his knees, hanging naturally.
He didn't look up. "It's so good to see you one last time."
"It's all my fault back then..." "
I didn't listen to your last words properly, and I didn't spend my last day with you properly."
His eyes were filled with memories.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about? Answer my question."
Itadori Yamasuke's pale brows were furrowed. "And, as a grown man, don't blame yourself for everything."
"Hmm." Itadori responded, "As fierce as a tiger, as supportive as a staff, right?"
"I am also Itadori."
Sure enough.
The moment he said that,
the countdown accelerated by several seconds.
"What?" Itadori Yamasuke didn't react.
Itadori smiled,
"Let's just say you're the illegitimate son of 'Itadori Jin'."
"Ha, don't lie! Don't underestimate a dying old man." Itadori Yamasuke knew something, but he only had one bastard grandson.
"You won't die..." Itadori placed his hand on his body.
In a realm visible only to sorcerers, a special fluctuation flickered out.
[Reversal Technique]
Simply put, it's about converting one's own sorcery power into positive energy through manipulation, thereby achieving a healing effect!
Injuries like severed limbs can be healed.
The Reversal Technique is not easy. Healing oneself is manageable, many people know it, but using it to heal others...
is very difficult.
Even Gojo Satoru hasn't learned it.
As for Itadori, he learned it a long, long time ago.
He possessed abundant magical power, having healed many, and his skill and understanding were unparalleled.
"Buzz!!"
It was useless.
Itadori continued trying.
Unfortunately, birth, aging, sickness, and death were natural laws.
Injuries could be healed, but natural death could not.
Itadori Yamasuke felt a gentle power, comfortable, but nothing more.
"Heh, you're quite the social butterfly..."
"Still no use." Itadori muttered to himself. His parents died young, and he had only seen them once, at birth.
After that, almost nothing, only his grandfather.
So...
he would find a way.
'Technique: Transformation of Non-Action, which can influence and transform the body by altering the soul.'
Itadori released his hand, an idea forming in his mind, 'Perhaps capturing a real person could extend Grandpa's life...'
But Itadori Yamasuke suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Are you thinking about how to cure this old man? No need..."
"Don't bother!"
"This is just torturing me!"
"Even if I were cured, what good would it do? At my age, I know fewer and fewer people..."
"A man should be able to face death calmly and gracefully."
Itadori paused upon hearing this.
"Then do you have any wishes?"
"No!"
"I understand." Itadori was silent for a moment, then smiled.
Dusk was falling.
He had stayed with the old man all night, chatting about this and that.
"Do you believe in time travel?"
"What? That's definitely fake!"
Surprisingly,
the two old men got along very well.
If it were the younger Itadori, it would have been very discordant, because it's hard to smile when facing a dying person.
Everyone was deeply saddened.
They offered nothing but comfort.
Meanwhile, no one questioned his identity as a caregiver, perhaps assuming they knew each other.
Early morning.
Itadori Yamasuke, "Alright, let's go. Although I don't know who you are, there's no need."
"I'll come see you again this evening." Itadori.
"No need!"
"Alright, I don't want to cry a second time either. Want some breakfast?"
"Stop nagging, I've already lost my appetite... You young people should spend your precious time on meaningful things, not on an old man like me!!"
Itajiro nodded, then paused at the door.
"I'm strong, that's what you said."
"Strong means saving others..." "
I fulfilled my promise, or rather, my curse." "
I helped so many people."
"Within my power, I saved everyone I could, like now..."
These were the words his grandfather told him before he died, and Itajiro remembered them to this day.
Now he repeated them.
"However, to your disappointment, I didn't die surrounded by a crowd, I didn't experience a cool death." "
I also know about my parents' situation."
"Besides, the strongest man in the world saw you off, so you died a cool death too."
"Finally, I'm satisfied to be able to come back and see you one more time, Grandpa."
Before leaving, Itajiro pulled back his hood, revealing his true face, and revealed... a genuine smile he hadn't seen in a long time.
The old man was stunned for a moment.
He put his cane back on and went into the corridor.
Just then,
he heard the old man's voice.
"Hey, if you've really helped a lot of people, then you should take a break sometimes and help yourself."
"Also, in my eyes you'll always be a brat."
...
"This kid, he was just showing off in front of me... but he's really grown a lot..."
There are many incredible things in the world.
He had encountered quite a few.
For example, his daughter-in-law…
But
so what?
He was going to die anyway, he could accept everything. This time, rather than saying it was an unexpected surprise, he
had no regrets.
…
After leaving the hospital and saying a formal goodbye, Itadori had become much more accepting of things.
He knew that loneliness was unbearable, even the toughest man would have moments of loneliness.
The old man was the same, tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
He didn't want to waste anyone's time.
He didn't want anyone's time to be wasted on him, a dying 'idle man'.
But, he still wanted someone to be with him,
to die surrounded by people in his final moments.
So he stayed with him for one night.
Of course, this was also Itadori's selfish desire.
His clenched hands slowly loosened, and the cloudiness in his eyes cleared, becoming much brighter.
"If Grandpa's death was inevitable."
"Then… no one else will do."
After this release,
it was as if a knot in his heart had been untied, and something had improved.
His recovery ability suddenly accelerated, recovering half a percent, reaching ten percent of his overall strength.
"It's still very, very early. If we make any big moves, we'll alert them."
"Staying here will also shorten our time considerably." "
Let's go check out the school first."
"That high school I only stayed at for two months."
Itadori recalled that this time was quite important; it was the beginning of his first experience of swallowing a finger.
He really missed it, especially "Sukuna."
...
Time flew by, and it was 4:30 PM.
Miyagi Prefecture.
Sugisawa Third High School.
The Paranormal Phenomenon Research Club—it was more of a club than a research club.
"Really? Sasaki-senpai, Iguchi-senpai... Alright, let's begin."
"Fox spirit, fox spirit! Please tell us what creature can defeat the student council president!"
"Ice! Sea! Angel!"
"Isn't that just a small fry? Hahaha!"
Three people.
Two boys and one girl.
They were playing a game similar to Ouija board, creating a great atmosphere in the pitch-black room.
After getting the answer, they suddenly laughed.
An ice sea angel, a planktonic mollusk—how could it defeat the student council president?
This game is really...
Just then,
the student council president burst in, slamming a notice down!
"We've already notified everyone, research clubs without actual activities, please vacate the activity room! Get out of here!"
"No actual activities?" the young man Itadori chimed in, "You can't underestimate our club's upperclassmen."
At the same time,
the upperclassmen pulled out a file on strange incidents and began analyzing their findings, pointing out certain ghosts and such.
However, the student council president didn't listen at all.
"What vengeful spirit? That was caused by ticks! What paranormal phenomenon? It doesn't exist!"
"Besides, a club can only be established with three members."
"Itadori Yuujin doesn't count, you signed up for the track and field club, not the paranormal club!"
"So you only have two people right now."
The student council president said matter-of-factly.
Sasaki and Iguchi looked at Itadori with grim expressions, and Itadori quickly explained!
"Hey, no! I clearly wrote the paranormal club!"
At this moment, Takagi, the track and field club advisor, a man with an extremely dark tan, suddenly appeared.
"I changed it for you, Itadori!"
"We need you to dominate the nation!"
"Your long-distance running ability is also outstanding; you might even participate in the Hakone Ekiden in the future!"
"You're good at other events too!"
"So I definitely have to win you over!"
He was also a physical education teacher. He
had discovered Itadori's athletic talent early on, and that's why he wouldn't let it go!
"You're so persistent! Haven't I rejected you so many times already!?"
"No!"
"No!?"
"But I'm not heartless. If you can beat me, I'll give up on you! Let's have a fair track and field competition!"
"Interesting, let's do it!"
Then, they started the competition, attracting a large crowd!
The competition was the shot put—!
Then, Takagi shamelessly chose the shot put, an event Itadori wasn't good at.
World record 23.12 meters!
National record 18.18 meters!
Takagi threw 14 meters!
Young Itadori… threw an astonishing 30 meters to everyone's astonishment!
World record!
"Alright! I won!"
Young Itadori was full of energy!
For a moment, the scene froze, and
all the students in black school uniforms who came to watch were gaping.
However,
many people had no concept of data, did not know about world records, and did not know how exaggerated it was; they only knew that it was twice as far as the teacher threw.
"Tiger of the West, that title is wrong, it should be gorilla."
A passerby, Sasaki-senpai, Iguchi-senpai, and young Itadori walked along chatting.
Not far away,
Fushiguro Megumi, who had come to investigate the special-grade cursed artifact, also saw this scene.
"Without cursed power, his strength is already this strong, is he the same type as Zenin-senpai..."
he said.
Suddenly, young Itadori remembered something, "It's 4:30, I have to go back first, see the teacher, I have something to do!"
He said goodbye and disappeared.
As young Itadori left, his aura attracted Fushiguro Megumi again.
Unfortunately, he ran too fast and she couldn't call him back.
"He runs too fast!?"
"I heard he can run 50 meters in three seconds!"
A few students walking by, carrying soccer balls, said this.
The world record is 5.47 seconds...
Suddenly,
a deep voice slowly passed by.
"Would I have been that weak back then, 50 meters in three seconds..."
A hooded man walked to the sand, picked up the shot put he had just thrown, and stood in the designated spot.
Teacher Takagi heard the latter part, "Ha, what nonsense are you talking about? Weak? Itadori is..."
"Whoosh!!"
The man threw the shot put high into the air.
He flicked it with his finger.
It hit the black center of the shot put with perfect precision!
"Thump—!"
A deep, powerful sound came!
A gust of wind followed!
Dust flew up from the sand!
Only a few people saw a dark ball shadow quickly streak across the sky, fly out of the school, and smash into a big tree!
It smashed a hole in the tree!
And the distance between the two...
was already outside the school, at least a hundred meters!
"Cough cough, what's going on! Who installed a powerful fan!?"
"No, it looks like someone threw a shot put!?"
"Throw something? A shot put? Are you kidding me!?"
"No, I saw it too!"
"It flew right out of the school!?"
"This, this is even more insane than the Tiger of the West!"
"How could a human have such power? This shot put is definitely fake!"
"..."
Shocked exclamations rose and fell!
The worldviews of several track and field club members were being reshaped, while Mr. Takagi froze on the spot.
He seriously doubted his own eyesight!
"This, this, freak!"
"With this kind of performance, he wouldn't even be worthy of carrying the shoes of the Olympic Games or the world record..."
He couldn't understand the level of Itadori.
But, this...
is even more outrageous!!
"Student, student! Join our track and field club!" Mr. Takagi's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked a little crazy!
Fushiguro Megumi also turned around quickly, his eyelids twitching slightly.
Thrown out of the school?
"Is he a sorcerer...?"
"If it's to assist in projecting magical power, that's not surprising. But I didn't sense any magical power fluctuations..."
Pure physical talent?
He took a deep breath.
He even forgot about the top-grade magical artifact and the Tiger Rod, and started searching for this person, but to no avail.
...
The culprit has already left.
It was the Tiger Rod. He
was the one who just did it.
He just thought
that even without magical power, he should have had this much strength, but he didn't expect it to only reach thirty meters.
"Did you go see Grandpa one last time?"
He looked at the 'himself' who had run away, then looked away.
"If I remember correctly, it was tonight, when the talisman was removed."
In the original ending, he remembered that both his seniors were injured—especially Iguchi, who was hospitalized in a coma.
This time, the ending had to be changed.
No one wanted to get hurt.
No one wanted to incur extra medical expenses and delay their studies, and no one wanted to be left with a lifelong shadow, right?
"Consider it a kind gesture from someone passing by."
...
The sky completely darkened, and all the lights went out in the activity room of the Paranormal Research Club.
Sasaki and Iguchi huddled together, carefully taking out the thing wrapped in talisman paper—
judging from its shape, it looked like a finger.
The atmosphere was palpable.
In front of them, there was only a lone burning candle, the flickering flame casting their shadows on the wall, sometimes large, sometimes small.
"I can't tear it off, hey!"
Iguchi pulled hard on the talisman with her fingertips. "Was it really necessary to bring it all the way to school? I'll just turn on the lights..."
"No! The atmosphere is the most important thing!"
Sasaki's tone was stubborn as she gripped the piece tightly with both hands and tried to peel it off, her eyes extremely serious.
"Enjoying this terrifying atmosphere is the essence of the paranormal club."
After a pause, she forced a smile and added softly, "It's okay, it's okay, nothing will really happen anyway."
If Itadori had nothing to do after five o'clock every day, they would definitely drag him along—
in the end, the two of them were still a bit timid. Even if they said they weren't afraid, they were still scared inside. But hidden in this fear was an indescribable thrill.
"P-Pull it off! Eh... How come this is a human finger?!"
As soon as she finished speaking,
the candle flame suddenly went out with a "poof".
Immediately afterward, a slight tremor followed, accompanied by a muffled thud—
"Thump—!"
"What's going on?!"
The two exclaimed simultaneously, their hair standing on end.
If they had looked up at that moment, they would have seen the ceiling swarming with maggot-like cursed spirits, rushing towards them in a frenzy.
Yes.
Enveloped in intense negative emotions, even as ordinary people, they could clearly see the form of the cursed spirits.
And those cursed spirits
were being firmly attracted by a peculiar aura…
that aura was undoubtedly a tremendous tonic for them!
...
Young Toradori and Fushiguro Megumi were rushing back from afar.
Young Toradori had already said goodbye to his deceased grandfather. He still remembered his grandfather's expression in his final moments, which was strange.
As if he had fulfilled some wish.
He passed away peacefully.
Without any pain.
And then he encountered this guy in front of him.
What cursed spirits, what cursed objects…
he didn't really care,
but
when it came to the danger his seniors were in, and because of this finger, young Toradori couldn't help but care.
"Are the talismans so easy to peel off?"
"No, those without magical power can't peel them off. But because of the passage of time, that layer of talisman paper is probably useless now."
"A curse, huh? I guess I still don't have a real sense of it."
"What floor are they on?"
"If we're studying society, they're on the 4th floor..."
Soon, the young man Itadori and Fushiguro Megumi ran outside the school.
At this moment, even the young man Itadori felt a strong sense of oppression.
"You stay here."
Fushiguro Megumi planned to go forward alone.
"The situation is not good, is it? Although I've only known them for two months, I can't just sit idly by." The young man Itadori was very righteous.
"You stay here." Fushiguro Megumi repeated, frowning.
For those without magical power, they're just easy prey.
Even someone of this size is no exception.
....
"What time is it now~"
"Where is the short hand pointing?"
"Is it pointing to eleven~"
In the dark corridor.
A withered, wooden-skinned cursed spirit with eyes on the back of its head, groping forward with both hands, wandered aimlessly.
It looked like a frog and a horse at the same time.
The [Time-Questioning Curse Spirit]
might have been formed from the resentment of students late for class, or perhaps from the resentment of teachers working overtime.
Its voice was shrill.
Sasaki, covering her mouth with both hands, crouched on the ground, terrified.
The vengeful spirit she had been searching for was right beside her, yet she had no courage to face it!
"What are these monsters…?"
Fear,
nothing but fear.
"Sasaki, save me…"
Iguchi's cry for help rang out!
A curse spirit resembling a helmet, like a [Tombstone Devourer], stuck on his head, manipulating his movements forward!
Sasaki's eyes widened at the sight!
At the same time, the cursed spirit reached out from behind the wall and covered her mouth!
Immediately afterward,
it seemed to trigger some kind of reaction.
Or rather, their movements attracted one cursed spirit after another, all rushing towards them!!
"Heh heh~"
They were all level three to four cursed spirits.
If converted to human weapons, a level four would require a wooden baseball, and a level three would require a pistol.
Of course, in reality, these were useless.
After all, cursed spirits are in the form of "spirits," and human firearms are completely ineffective against them; only cursed power can exorcise them.
"You were too slow coming up."
A cold voice suddenly rang out, and a figure slowly walked out from the other side of the corridor.
He wore a hood, obscuring his face.
It was Itadori—
he stretched out his hand, palm flat, and dense cursed power instantly surged in his palm, gleaming with a faint light.
The man gently blew, and
the cursed power in his palm scattered like snowflakes, only a tenth of which swept over all the cursed spirits present.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"
The cursed spirits let out shrill screams, their bodies rapidly dissolving the moment they were struck by the cursed power!
In less than a second,
more than a dozen cursed spirits completely vanished into the air, leaving not a trace.
The corridor returned to silence.
Sasaki and Iguchi, who had just been controlled by the cursed spirits, suddenly went limp and fell from mid-air.
Hooded Itadori raised his hand, gently hooked his finger, and caught the two steadily, placing them gently on the ground.
....
"The curse has been released..."
"The aura is still so terrifying."
"There are still troublesome cursed spirits."
Fushiguro Megumi quickly went upstairs, but as he walked, he found the floors unusually empty.
The commotion on the fourth floor also suddenly subsided.
"What's going on!?"
"There's also an unfamiliar fluctuation of cursed power, just as terrifying as the curse..."
Fushiguro Megumi thought, already on the fourth floor, with the two jade dogs following closely behind.
At that moment, the 'Young Itadori' outside seemed to have made a decision...
He kicked open the window and leaped in!
"Back then, I cried not because I was afraid, but because I was lonely."
"If Grandpa's death was natural, it was the right thing to do."
"Then..."
"The deaths here are wrong!" "
Uh, what's going on!?"
'Young Itadori' landed, staring wide-eyed at Fushiguro Megumi.
Then...
they saw Sasaki and Iguchi on the ground, and the suddenly appearing stranger.
"You are..."
"Eat it, or keep it, the choice is yours." Under his hood, Itadori tossed Sukuna's finger out.
Young Itadori caught it.
Before he could figure out what was happening, another large level-two cursed spirit barged in!
"Bang!!"
The walls shattered like paper!
Fushiguro Megumi sensed it beforehand and quickly shoved 'Young Itadori' aside, sending himself flying.
The [Tick Cursed Spirit]
was enormous, with a tick-like head, compound eyes, six limbs, and a tail.
This time...
The sneak attack caused Fu Hei to bleed from the forehead, rendering him unable to maintain his shadow magic.
And!
It wasn't just one!
Another twin tick also rushed in, charging towards the young man, Hu Zhang!
"Bang!!!"
He was also knocked away, crashing onto the rooftop.
"Hmm?"
In the corridor,
Hu Zhang raised an eyebrow.
In his memory, there was clearly only one level-two cursed spirit; what was going on?
Why was there a second one?
He thought of an idiom:
the butterfly effect.
The more he changed things, the bigger the butterfly effect would be, and his initial advantage of being here would be gone.
Therefore , he had to act at the truly crucial moment. This was Itajimaru's strategy. After all, he also wanted to stay here as long as possible. 'Is the current situation related to the butterfly effect?' 'Or...' ' Because of my arrival.' ' Did it
break the balance of the sorcery world, leading to an increase in the power of the sorcery spirits?' Itajimaru pondered. This problem shouldn't have happened. Because he was half-human, half-spell spirit. The stronger the sorcery spirits, the stronger the humans. The stronger the human, the stronger the cursed spirit. This is an unbreakable cycle, like Yin and Yang, mutually generating and restraining each other, endlessly. But… Itadori is both human and cursed spirit; no matter how strong he is, he shouldn't break the balance of the cursed world. How could coming here break it? Could it be because he's an outsider, causing an anomaly… ? Just as he was thinking this , the commotion outside attracted his attention. "Quick, go! Take them both away!" Fushiguro Megumi shouted, "You're a cursed sorcerer too, right?!" Immediately after, it was 'Young Itadori'. He didn't hesitate much and swallowed the [Cursed Finger] directly! "If you don't have cursed power, then eat it and gain cursed power." Itadori watched quietly. It was the same choice. The next second, Young Itadori tore open the giant tick cursed spirit's claw. The tick was completely enraged, tumbling and crawling towards Young Itadori, only to be torn apart by his claw! Its head was gone, leaving only its body to fall heavily. Fukuro Megumi paused, then shouted sharply, "Watch out!" At the same time, another level-two giant tick-like cursed spirit silently approached Itajō's side and bit down hard. Itajō's attention remained focused ahead. "Get out of the way." He stretched out a hand, grabbed the giant tick's head by one corner, and slammed it into the ground. "Boom!!" The ground cracked open for over ten meters. The giant tick rolled its eyes back. Itajō casually tossed it aside; its five-meter-long body was sent flying dozens of meters high, turning to ashes from top to bottom. Even with only one-tenth of its strength. Even with the strength of what it once was—just a finger's worth. Now, at 83 years old, Itajō's cursed power was still more than enough to deal with a mere level-two cursed spirit. "Uh…" Fukuro Megumi hunched over, maintaining his fighting stance, looking this way and that. He was speechless. What happened? They were all taken care of!? "A level two cursed spirit... While a level two sorcerer can also exorcise it, it shouldn't be this easy..." Yes, at the same level, a sorcerer is stronger than a cursed spirit. But how much easier is it? He wasn't sure. But in any case, this is at the level of a near-level one sorcerer, right? Or... truly reached level one? ..... The dark clouds dispersed. Moonlight shone down. Something seemed to awaken within the young man, Tiger Wand's body; a pair of eyes appeared beneath his eyes. Rings of cursed runes appeared on his face and body, strangely eerie. "Hehehehe, hehehehehe, hahahahahahaha!" "As expected, the light is best experienced firsthand!" 'Young Tiger Wand' seemed like a different person, laughing wildly and ferociously. He tore open his clothes, removing his restraints. "The cursed spirit's flesh is utterly useless!" He manipulated 'Young Tiger Wand', stepping onto a protective railing, spreading his arms, circling the glittering city before him. "Where are the humans?! Where are the women?!" "This era is truly wonderful! Women and children swarm like maggots!" Those cityscapes at night. So beautiful. So orderly. So harmonious. They will be the tools for him to unleash his immense desires!! "How wonderful!" "Start the slaughter..."
Before he could finish speaking,
a figure appeared beside him, seemingly out of nowhere, and extended a hand.
Then…
he felt his neck being gripped.
An indescribable force erupted.
His body was forced to the ground.
"Whoosh!"
"Boom!!"
A terrifying, explosive sound rang out!
In Fushiguro Megumi's vision, the stranger flashed past.
One hand in his pocket,
he grabbed the flesh-covered 'Itadori' and pressed him against the ground behind him.
"Rip!"
A cracking sound rang out, and the ground cracked again!
Ten meters!
Twenty meters!
Thirty meters!
The cracks spread at an extremely fast speed, quickly covering the rooftop.
"Using someone else's body is a very impolite act."
Itadori bent one knee slightly, maintaining the downward pressing motion, firmly holding Sukuna in the pit.
His movements were swift and fluid.
"Sukuna."
Beneath him was naturally 'Young Itadori,' or rather, Sukuna.
At this moment.
Itadori, watching his transformed self from Sukuna's perspective,
felt a unique sensation—
a strange sense of novelty—for the first time.
This interruption, without a doubt, was an absolute humiliation for the King of Curses, Sukuna!
"Damn it!!"
Sukuna's eyes bloodshot.
He wanted to resist.
But the next second,
his consciousness was suppressed by the 'young Itadori.'
Itadori, holding his youthful self, lifted him up again. "Tsk, gone?"
Fushiguro Megumi was completely disoriented.
"A top-tier cursed object gained a physical body, but was subdued..."
"Who is this guy?"
So many powerful figures appeared today.
Normally, besides the teacher, he never saw a single one... Suddenly, a person appeared beside Fushiguro.
" What's going on?" The person wore a black eye patch, had a slender figure, wore a high school uniform, and had white hair. "Go-Gojo-sensei, what are you doing here!?" Fushiguro Megumi exclaimed in surprise. "Oh, I wasn't planning on coming. Oh dear, you're all injured." The man called Gojo-sensei bowed slightly as he looked at him. The next second, in stark contrast, he pulled out his phone to record this embarrassing moment. "Let's show this to the second-year students." "Come on, look over here." He moved the camera around, the phone flash going off frequently, looking completely relaxed, as if he didn't care about what was happening at all, ridiculously oblivious. "Oh, right, since it's a special-grade cursed artifact that went missing, I'm getting really annoyed with the pressure from above." "So I came to check it out, and maybe take a short trip while I'm at it." "So, did you find it?" Gojo Satoru put his phone away. At the same time, Itadori released the young Itadori, and Fushiguro Megumi quickly raised his hand: "Don't let go! He's now..." He could no longer tell whether the young Itadori in front of him was a cursed artifact or a human. Ignoring Fushiguro Megumi's words, Itadori shoved the "young Itadori" and whispered, "It's alright, your future teacher is calling you, go on." The young Itadori staggered forward two steps, helplessly raising his hand: "Um, sorry, I ate that thing." Itadori's gaze fell on Gojo Satoru. 'Gojo-sensei.' The last time he saw him was at the burial... It's incredibly illogical, incredibly... unacceptable.