Mahito's domain collapse left the battlefield drowning in silence for only a heartbeat.
Then Sukuna moved.
His body, battered and leaking blood from the fight with Mahito's shikigami, sprang forward with renewed fury. Crimson tattoos flared brighter as his aura spiked.
He was the first to act. Attacking right after a domain collapse was an opportunity that someone like Sukuna would never let pass by.
Mahito's body still bore the latticework scars of Sukuna's 'Spiderweb', faint cursed light glowing in the cracks across his torso. The wheel behind him was gone, disappeared alongside his technique.
Sukuna lunged. Four arms spread like blades, cursed energy trailing behind them, every intention sharpened into a single killing charge.
But Mahito did not flinch.
Two of his arms split apart and reformed in the same breath, fusing into a spear of jagged flesh. With a sudden twist, he thrust forward, piercing straight through Sukuna's chest.
The King of Curses froze. Blood sprayed across molten stone. His eyes widened in genuine surprise, crimson pupils locking onto the wound that had been forced into him.
"You-" Sukuna growled, voice strangled, rage dripping with disbelief. He had expected Mahito's Cursed Technique to be burned out. He had expected this to be easy.
Mahito laughed. Not manic this time, but sharp, cruel, precise. "Did you really think my form is bound by technique alone? Fool. My body, my soul, they are one. Even without shaping flesh with Idle Transfiguration, I can shift myself with cursed energy alone. This is no technique anymore. This is me."
His form rippled, arms bending unnaturally before solidifying again, movements as fluid as water yet heavy as steel. His very existence defied boundaries now.
Sukuna's teeth gnashed as he grabbed the spear lodged in his chest, yanking it free. His blood steamed against molten air. "So you've engraved your filth into your soul that deeply…"
"Filth? Oh please..." Mahito whispered. His grin widened. "If it is so filthy, then why don't you try cutting through it?"
And then he moved.
The two collided in a storm of strikes. Sukuna's injuries patching themselves up with reversed cursed energy rather quickly.
Sukuna lashed out with all four arms, fists laced with cursed energy, carving at Mahito's body like lethal blades. Each movement was violent, primal, yet precise.
Mahito countered with six arms, claws, and blades shifting mid-strike, his attacks weaving between Sukuna's blows.
Their fists collided like thunderclaps, kicks cracked fractured streets further, their sheer weight shattering molten rock into debris.
"Cleave!" Sukuna roared, his palm pressing against Mahito's shoulder.
Mahito's body convulsed, one arm severed cleanly at the joint. He snarled, retreating just as another arm speared through Sukuna's lower left side in retaliation, tearing flesh.
"Predictable," Mahito whispered. His grin never faltered, his eyes wild with delight. "I can feel the pattern of that cursed technique now. Every time you prepare it, your soul flinches the same way. And I will never be caught by it again."
Sukuna responded by snapping his head forward, skull colliding with Mahito's jaw in a brutal headbutt. Mahito staggered, but only for a breath before his six arms locked around Sukuna's two left arms, tearing one free with a wet rip.
Blood showered the ground.
Sukuna's scream shook the battlefield. The King of Curses reeled back, now down an arm, his crimson eyes burning hotter than flame.
The sorcerers watching from Jujutsu High recoiled as one.
Inumaki muttered something broken, his cursed speech trembling. Panda slammed a paw against the floor. "He ripped his arm clean off… Itadori..."
Yuta's face was pale, his knuckles white as he clenched the table before him. "This… is Mahito in his truest form."
Back on the battlefield, Sukuna lashed out again, fury overtaking strategy. He slashed with his remaining three arms, cursing as Mahito ducked and weaved, one slash biting deep enough to sever another of Mahito's arms. But the curse only laughed as he retaliated by grabbing Sukuna's remaining right arm and snapping it backwards at the joint, tearing tendons apart with sickening precision.
Two of Sukuna's four arms now hung limp. Reversed Cursed Energy was hardly keeping up with the pace of the battle. Sukuna had to pace himself and prioritize the injuries he healed.
Blood poured freely.
It was then that Gojo moved.
Through the crimson haze of blood spraying from Sukuna's wounds, Gojo blurred forward, Infinity humming alive around him. His fist, charged with Cursed Technique Reversal: Red, slammed directly into Mahito's cracked torso.
The hit landed clean, a shockwave erupting as the cursed energy detonated inside Mahito's gut. His exoskeleton fractured further, deep cracks running across his body. He staggered, his grin twitching for the first time.
Gojo's voice was ice. "Your head's just empty... Hitting your soul really is the way to go."
Sukuna staggered but steadied himself, blood dripping from ruined arms. His glare burned hotter than ever, hatred boiling in his gaze. Despite his injuries, his presence was undiminished.
The King of Curses and the Strongest sorcerer stood side by side once again.
And together, they attacked.
Sukuna struck from the left, his Dismantles cutting through the air, precise and targeted. Gojo from the right, his Blue pulling Mahito's body inward, crushing terrain and forcing the curse's movement.
Mahito laughed through it all, deflecting, reforming, his fluid body twisting with each strike. He fought on the defensive now, pressed between two overwhelming forces.
Even so, he gave them no respite, preventing either of them from unleashing any finishing moves. Not that they would've had that much time to do so.
Five seconds. That was all it took. Then it happened.
The golden wheel behind his back phased back into existence. It then trembled, turning once more with its grinding shriek. Its sound cut through the battlefield like fate itself.
Mahito's Cursed Technique, or rather 'Techniques', had returned.
His six arms spread wide, cursed energy flooding outward. Two of them stretched into the air, forming grotesque pulsing orbs of flesh. They fell to the ground with wet slaps, twitching and writhing before reshaping into humanoid figures.
The flesh twisted into muscle, bones cracking into place, black hair spilling downward as eyes opened.
Two stood before them, one male, one female. Both bore black hair, black eyes, and bodies sculpted with inhuman muscle.
Gojo's Six Eyes flared wide. His jaw clenched. "No… You've gotta be kidding me..."
The figures stepped forward.
Maki. Toji.
Mahito's grin split his cracked mask wider. "Thanks to that girl, I learned enough about Heavenly Restriction to make my own spin on it- Stronger than any shikigami, more complete than any puppet. How couldn't they be? They are pieces of my soul after all~"
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Gasps echoed through Jujutsu High's monitors.
Maki herself felt anger filling her body; she scowled as her fists clenched. To the side, Mai patted her shoulder, shaking her head slightly.
It had been part of their deal after all. She had allowed him to study her body. Now the result was being used against them.
While everyone was shocked, some could still keep their cool enough to speak out.
Mei Mei's calm finally broke, her eyes sharp with unease. "He recreated Maki… And some homeless man?"
"That's Toji Zenin... The first recorded case of a fully realized Heavenly Restriction in recent history..." Yuki was the one to shed light on the matter, being familiar with the 'Sorcerer Killer' and his past.
Kusakabe swore under his breath. "Well, that's two Heavenly Restrictions, as if one wasn't enough... But still... Gojo should be fine."
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Gojo's hands clenched at his sides. His Infinity hummed silently, untouchable as always. Without any cursed tools, the two clones were nothing to him. But his gaze flickered toward Sukuna. "They're coming after you."
The clones moved in unison. Their speed tore through the battlefield like shadows given life. One blurred left, the other right, moving as though they shared a single mind. Sukuna braced himself, his grin returning through blood.
The two clones crashed into him. Toji's strike hammered Sukuna from the front, Maki's sweeping kick cutting across his side.
Without being bothered by Sukuna's cursed energy, their blows landed. Flesh tore underneath their knuckles, blood splattered, and the King of Curses was forced back, snarling.
Even so, he smiled, fully pleased with the raw speed and strength of the clones. 'Let's see how long these toys last!'
While Sukuna faced the full force of Heavenly Restriction, Mahito turned back to Gojo.
The wheel ground louder. His grin stretched wider. He stepped forward, flames and lightning coiling around his frame, six arms twitching.
Gojo spread his hand, fingers curling into the infinity sign. His blue eyes glowed brighter than fire.
Mahito tilted his head, watching without fear.
'Time to adapt even further~' He thought, as Gojo's cursed energy surged to impossible heights once more.
"Domain Expansion- Infinite Void¬"