A desolate battlefield, steeped in bleakness.
At the center of the land stood an ancient tree that seemed to connect heaven and earth.
White Zetsu lounged lazily along a slanted branch, exhaling smoke.
Nobara, Maki, and Fushiguro—
their bodies were tightly bound by pale, ribbon-like bands, leaving only their heads exposed so they could breathe.
He needed to restrain them without killing them…
A Domain Expansion was just right.
For others, it was an ultimate move that consumed enormous cursed energy.
In White Zetsu's hands, it was something he could use as casually as a normal attack.
"Hey, mama's boy, what the hell are you playing at?!"
After struggling for a while, Nobara and the others could only give up resisting.
With their hands bound—and Fushiguro having just used his domain not long ago—
there was no way for them to break free.
"Relax, little miss," White Zetsu said calmly, taking a drag from his cigar.
"Just stay here for a bit. I'll let you out later."
Then he turned to Maki.
"Leave Jujutsu High, niece. If you keep going down this path…"
"I'm honestly worried you'll end up dying at that kid Future's hands someday."
For Future to treat Maki and her sister well, the condition was simple—
they must not interfere with his plans.
That much, White Zetsu understood clearly.
They couldn't leave. They couldn't escape.
So all they could do was remain here and listen.
Seeing the sincerity on White Zetsu's face, Maki paused, then asked in a low voice:
"If you want me to leave Jujutsu High, at least give me a reason."
"Why is Mirai targeting that bastard Gojo? What are you really after?"
After a long silence—
White Zetsu shook his head, unsatisfied.
"You'll know soon enough."
Earlier, when facing Jogo, Mirai had specifically instructed White Zetsu to keep an eye on the three of them.
Now, he had opened his domain and abandoned outside surveillance—
because the three he needed to watch were about to converge.
And Mirai made no effort to avoid White Zetsu's perception—
he was currently high above, coldly overlooking his target.
23:07
The Kyoto group, arriving late, received full intel from Yaga.
They collectively entered the barrier.
23:17
In a pile of ruins, Panda dug out Kusakabe, who had been pretending to be dead.
Feigning injury, Kusakabe tried to limp toward the rear medical area—
only to be steadily dragged toward the battlefield by the sharp-eyed Panda.
23:23
On a silent, ruined street, inside a relatively intact public phone booth—
Choso curled up, tears streaming endlessly down his face.
During the earlier battle on the subway platform, after knocking Yuji unconscious—
he had been about to deliver the killing blow.
But a tremor deep within his blood awakened memories that should not exist.
At a family dinner meant only for them—
Yuji was there.
As the eldest of the Death Painting Wombs, Choso possessed not only the greatest strength—
but through Blood Manipulation, he could sense his brothers' conditions no matter the distance.
When Yuji neared death—
the signal he felt filled him with genuine fear.
"Yuji Itadori… who… are you?"
Choso murmured, rising to his feet and heading toward the source of that blood connection.
Malaysia — Kuala Lumpur
Local Time: 22:33
Inside a five-star hotel suite—
Having just finished bathing, Mei Mei stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in a bathrobe, dialing a number.
Ui Ui lay on the large bed, face flushed, staring without blinking at his sister's alluring silhouette.
From Japan to Kuala Lumpur—nearly 4,000 kilometers.
That was the limit of Ui Ui's technique, after exhausting nearly all his cursed energy.
Back in Shibuya's underground level five—
that figure who stepped out from the darkness—
Fake Geto had nearly killed the two of them.
Meanwhile, on the streets of Shibuya—
Mahito fled in panic, releasing what few transfigured humans he had left to stall Yuji.
The damage to his soul was severe—
but he hadn't come away empty-handed.
Black Flash had let him glimpse the core of cursed energy.
And White Zetsu's soul—
had shown him strength from an entirely different dimension.
Mahito had now entered a strange state.
The essence of his soul—
was evolving.
That fleeting glimpse had shown him the path forward.
Though still far from White Zetsu's level—
he had surpassed who he was just moments ago.
Mahito grinned at Yuji, raising his cursed-energy-infused hands to his stitched face.
"Idle Transfiguration — Instant Spirit Body of Distorted Killing!"
Exposed veins and muscle wrapped around his body.
Sharp barbs extended over a meter from his elbows.
His stitched face was covered by a writhing mask of flesh, eyeless and grotesque.
A long tail of flesh swayed behind him, whipping up gusts of wind.
"Come on—celebrate my rebirth, Yuji!"
His manic laughter echoed through the streets.
Not just his body—
his soul and cursed energy had both ascended.
Yuji stood firm, his expression solemn.
No fear. No hesitation.
Only killing intent burned in his eyes.
The cursed energy surging around his fists was his answer.
Right now—
he had only one thought:
Kill Mahito.
In the next instant—
two fists crackling with black and red lightning collided!
"Boom!"
Seeing Yuji coughing blood and being sent flying—
Mahito was ecstatic.
"Keep going—let's—"
Thud.
His words cut off.
The smile froze on his face.
Everything below his waist—
was gone.
Mahito collapsed into a pool of blood.
"What… happened?"
In a single second, he was forced back to his original form—
his evolved state completely undone.
Even Yuji, rising from the rubble, was stunned.
"That's enough. Wrap it up."
A cold voice from above snapped Mahito awake.
Looking up—
a spotless white robe.
A figure that stood above all.
Zen'in Mirai.
The one who could control everything—
the absolute.
Just as despair filled Mahito—
Fake Geto slowly stepped out from the shadows.
Mahito looked up with hope.
"Geto!!"
But when he saw the smile on his face—
and his upward gaze—
his heart sank completely.
"In such a hurry, my friend?"
"I was hoping to watch this delightful, ever-twisting play a bit longer."
Geto chuckled softly, as if completely unconcerned with Mahito's condition.
"Idle Transfiguration!"
Effortlessly dodging Mahito's desperate attack—
Geto looked down coldly at the "ripe fruit."
As the truth became undeniable—
Mahito lay in the blood, letting out a cold laugh.
"So it's true… you never saw us as comrades."
"Figures. Humans really are that disgusting."
Geto didn't respond.
After tossing a cursed spirit at the charging Yuji—
he silently compressed Mahito into a small sphere in his palm.
Then—
swallowed it in one gulp.
"Comrades…?"
"A mere curse dares to speak such nonsense."
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