Humans give rise to cursed spirits.
Cursed spirits slaughter humans.
Humans raise animals and consume them to survive—it is instinct.
Cursed spirits killing humans is no different.
Is this a distinction between "good" and "evil"?
Or merely a difference in perspective?
If cursed spirits represent evil, and Jujutsu High represents justice…
Then Zenin Mirai…
…stands as a third, independent faction—one that places itself at the absolute center, willing to pay any price to achieve its goals.
At the very moment Mahito completed his evolution, Mirai made a move without hesitation.
And before Kenjaku could fully assimilate Mahito's technique, Mirai returned to being a spectator.
Floating high in the air, silently watching the performance below.
"Give Gojo-sensei back to me!!"
The sorcerer wearing monk robes, with a stitched scar across his forehead—
just as Mechamaru had described, just as Mei Mei's earlier intel had reported—
The cursed tool sealing Satoru Gojo was in this man's possession.
Yuji roared and charged toward Kenjaku.
Kenjaku's expression remained calm as he lightly waved his sleeve.
A tear split open in space, and a shadow shot toward Yuji's feet.
An endless abyss—colorless, bottomless.
Yuji twisted suddenly, stumbling as if he had stepped into nothingness and fell to the ground.
From Yuji's perspective, he had plunged into a bottomless void.
Yet his body only registered a simple fall onto solid ground.
But in Mirai and Kenjaku's eyes—
there was no abyss at all. Yuji had merely tripped.
"Those outside the technique can't see the endless darkness beneath their feet."
"But those caught in it cannot escape the sensation of losing gravity."
Kenjaku smiled gently as he walked toward Yuji.
"The strongest aspect of Cursed Spirit Manipulation isn't the user—
it's the cursed spirits themselves, which have no theoretical limit."
"Each one can produce a different technique effect."
"No longer bound to a single innate technique… or a single domain."
He raised his hand slightly.
"Versatile attack patterns… and your opponent can never grasp your full capabilities."
It sounded like he was explaining his technique—
yet also subtly reminding the observer in the sky.
After all, among countless cursed spirits, there might be one or two with bizarre abilities capable of pulling him out of danger at any moment.
Just as he said—
Though Yuji was merely lying on the ground,
he felt as though he were endlessly falling, unable to stand.
Against a special-grade curse like Mahito, Yuji could still fight back with Black Flash.
But against Kenjaku…
he didn't even have the chance to retaliate.
Yuji barely raised his arms to shield his head, resisting the flood of cursed spirits blasting from Kenjaku's sleeve.
Boom!!
Blood spilled from his mouth as Yuji was sent flying dozens of meters.
He staggered to his feet.
Though badly injured, he had escaped the technique's range.
Pain surged through his body—
flesh, bones, organs all screaming in agony.
But Yuji ignored it.
He had failed to kill Mahito himself.
He couldn't forget the massacre Sukuna had committed using his body.
Taking Gojo back—
That was the only thought left in his mind.
"Give… him… back!!"
With a bloodied roar, Yuji lunged forward again.
He circled around the strange technique zone on the ground, charging from Kenjaku's flank.
"How foolish."
Kenjaku didn't even look at him.
Ten meters. Seven. Five—
Boom!!
A rain of cursed spirits crashed down from the sky.
Thousands of centipede-like curses wrapped around Yuji like constricting serpents.
Struggling forward under suffocating pressure—
he collapsed again.
That same abyss appeared beneath him.
With gravity stripped away, Yuji could only cling to the ground, glaring upward.
"Consumed by anger, acting without thought."
Kenjaku approached him calmly.
"After all these years… have you grown at all?"
Though he had countless chances to kill Yuji,
his attacks avoided vital points.
Was it because of Sukuna within him…?
Or something else?
Mirai watched from above, silent.
Mahito's soul had been fully absorbed.
The upgraded Idle Transfiguration was about to activate.
Only a few minutes remained.
That was the information Mirai's Rinnegan conveyed.
Maximum Technique—
the strongest move a technique can produce outside of a Domain.
Like Jogo's Maximum: Meteor.
Because Jogo lacked confidence in a Domain clash against Mirai,
he chose his Maximum as his final move.
Similarly, Suguru Geto's Uzumaki had been the pinnacle of Cursed Spirit Manipulation.
But Geto had never realized—
His Maximum wasn't just a high-density cursed energy attack.
Its true core ability was:
Technique Extraction.
By using it on a grade-one or higher cursed spirit,
one could extract and use that spirit's technique—
Though only once.
A hidden trump card even Geto himself had never discovered.
Kenjaku had uncovered this "divine skill" within just a month of obtaining Geto's body.
Blood still stained his face from the battle with Mahito.
Through the blood dripping down his forehead, Yuji noticed—
Behind Kenjaku, a vertical spatial rift.
Within the pitch-black abyss,
a massive blood-red flower glowed faintly.
Mirai was waiting.
Kenjaku was also waiting.
Waiting for Idle Transfiguration to activate.
"Sukuna… are you watching?"
Kenjaku spread his arms, smiling.
"The golden age of jujutsu is about to begin."
"Soon, you'll meet your old friends from a thousand years ago."
A statement filled with hidden meaning.
As he spoke, his gaze subtly flicked upward.
"Piercing Blood!"
"Crimson Lotus!"
"Cursed Tool Technique: Severing Strike!"
Attacks came from both sides and above—
Yet Kenjaku merely waved his sleeve.
All three attacks veered off course and struck elsewhere.
Debris exploded outward.
Behind him, a blade rang out—
"New Shadow Style: Draw!"
Kasumi Miwa—
A mere grade-three sorcerer with no innate technique.
To survive missions, she had trained relentlessly—
her swordsmanship, her Simple Domain.
Facing a special grade far beyond her—
She chose to stake her life on one strike.
Crack!
Her katana shattered between Kenjaku's fingers.
She froze in place.
Behind him, the blood-red flower fully bloomed.
Mahito's Idle Transfiguration—
Extracted successfully.
Kenjaku looked down coldly at the long-haired girl.
Unlike with Yuji, he showed no patience.
Cursed energy gathered—
enough to pierce even a special-grade body.
It shot straight toward Miwa's heart.
A sharp clap echoed.
A massive crater appeared beneath their feet—
And Miwa suddenly reappeared behind him.
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