Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes rotated at full speed as he fought the Four Calamities in the subway station. His movements were so fast that the special-grade Cursed Spirits couldn't even track his figure properly.
Each time a flash of white light appeared, one of them would be sent flying, crashing into the tunnel wall and forming a massive crater.
Among the four, a faint light film covered each of their bodies—a miniaturized domain expansion. These extremely limited domains could neutralize enemy techniques within their range. However, using them came at a price: the user could no longer activate spells and had to rely solely on physical enhancement through cursed energy.
This meant they could finally touch Gojo Satoru—but none of them had the physical skills necessary to exploit that advantage. Their bodies were too weak. Even when landing hits, they couldn't inflict any real damage.
Luckily for them, Gojo was still holding back. Out of concern for the unconscious civilians in the station, he refrained from using powerful techniques. He hadn't activated Cursed Technique Reversal: Cursed Blue or Cursed Technique Lapse: Cursed Red. If he had, the battle would already be over.
A sinister smile spread across Mahito's face. His masterpiece was about to arrive. On the subway tracks, a low rumble signaled that the train was approaching. But this time, it wasn't carrying passengers.
Sparks flew as the subway screeched to a halt. Groans of pain echoed from within. Through the windows, grotesque, modified humans could be seen packed inside.
Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes narrowed. If these monsters reached the civilians...
As the doors hissed open, the monsters poured out, lunging at the unconscious people.
Gojo moved instantly.
His arms flashed as he elbowed, pushed, and sliced. Every Cursed Spirit that got near him was either destroyed or injured. But it wasn't enough. There were just too many. Too many civilians. Too many monsters.
Finally, Gojo made his decision. He formed a hand seal with his right hand. Cursed energy erupted from his body as he whispered:
"Domain Expansion..."
The Four Calamities froze in shock.
Was he really going to do it? Was he going to sacrifice the lives of the civilians?
"Infinite Void."
The space twisted violently. Colors bled and blended into each other, forming a surreal tapestry. A brilliant starry sky appeared, overwhelming the senses. For everyone caught within it, the flood of information was paralyzing. Their thoughts stopped.
The world fell silent.
Then the domain vanished.
Unexpectedly, Gojo had canceled his own domain. Instead, he used high-frequency teleportation and targeted killing. Monsters fell at speeds too fast for the eye to follow. In just a few seconds, the entire station was cleared. Only Gojo and the civilians remained.
Time passed.
Masato was the first of the Calamities to recover. He staggered back. Louhu, Hanami, and Takugen joined him, watching the scene in disbelief.
Gojo, breathing heavily, activated the reversal technique to heal his muscles.
But Louhu suddenly smiled. He had gambled—and won.
Black ribbons burst from the shadows, wrapping around Gojo's body faster than he could react—even with Six Eyes.
Prison Realm!
A special-grade cursed object.
Gojo had been trapped.
The Prison Realm was a sealing technique that, once activated, could not be opened from the inside. Its internal spells suppressed all cursed energy. Only external intervention could release its target.
There were multiple ways to open it, but the most brutal method involved using the Amagaki Hoko.
At that moment, Fushiguro Shigeki was on his way to Tokyo, blade in hand.
Gojo showed no fear as the seal closed. His calm eyes held a glimmer of indifference. As the box snapped shut around him, his expression didn't change.
"Success!" Louhu exclaimed.
Yes, they had sealed Gojo Satoru. A huge blow to the Jujutsu side.
"It's not over yet," Hanami said quietly, showing a message from Nozomi. "Special-grade sorcerers Okkotsu Yūta, Suta Daisuke, Kujuku Yuki, and Geto Kagome have arrived. Fushiguro Shiori is still an hour away."
"Then it's up to us now," Louhu said, gazing at the dissipating cursed light in the sky. "This is about to become a full-scale battle."
He quickly issued commands.
"Split up. Deal with the other Jujutsu teams in Shibuya. I'll intercept Fushiguro Shinobu."
They couldn't rely on the chaotic Cursed Spirits anymore. If anything, they might become liabilities. Even the Curse Users were unreliable now.
Louhu wasn't even sure if he could trust Nozomi anymore.
As he reached to pick up the sealed Prison Realm, a pair of glowing blue eyes suddenly opened on its surface.
The Eyes of Heaven.
Louhu jumped back in panic, fearing Gojo might break free.
The box slammed into the ground, creating a deep fissure. No matter how hard Louhu and the others tried, they couldn't lift it.
"This..."
"Leave him," Mahito said. "Someone will try to rescue him. We'll handle them."
"I'll stay too," Hanami added.
Louhu handed a small pouch to Hanami.
"Have the Sukuna vessel eat these fingers if the chance arises."
With that, Louhu and the others left. Mahito and Hanami remained, silently watching the station.
Mahito wandered the area, occasionally converting civilians into grotesque cyborgs.
Eventually, he perked up.
"Movement above."
Hanami glanced upward. With her cursed energy senses, she detected two figures rapidly approaching.
"I'll go greet them," Mahito said cheerfully before Hanami could respond.
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Elsewhere, atop one of Tokyo's highest towers, Geto Suguru, leader of the Panxing Sect, stood motionless.
He exhaled slowly.
Behind him, the shadows split open, widening into a massive black hole. Cursed Spirits roared as they emerged, leaping down to clash with the feral spirits already rampaging through the city.
The battle below became a frenzy. Geto's cold gaze made him look every bit the villainous mastermind.
Nearby, Kujuku Yuki stood surrounded by special-grade Cursed Spirits. She had just crushed one with ease.
"So this is why all of you stayed dormant for ten years," she said, brushing dust off her sleeve. "Waiting for this day? How pathetic. Come on, then."
One particularly large spirit lunged at her.
Yuki kicked. The shockwave traveled for hundreds of meters. The special-grade spirit was sent flying into a cluster of buildings.
Meanwhile, Okkotsu Yūta moved like a storm, cutting down Cursed Spirits one by one with his sword. His path was a trail of silence—no enemies left alive.
Oddly, the attacks slowed. Eventually, only one figure remained before him.
Thirteen Sukuna Fingers... or maybe Fourteen?
The Curse World was evolving.
As Okkotsu engaged the monstrous foe, Suta Daisuke circled the Shibuya barrier. He stroked his mustache, deep in thought.
Suddenly, shadows stirred beneath his feet.
Top-tier cursed energy.
"I'm not a fighter," he murmured. "But I'm not helpless either. Time to stretch a little."
He stomped the ground. A shockwave exploded outward. The ground collapsed. Cursed Spirits hiding below scrambled to escape being crushed.
"Old man or not," Daisuke said, smiling faintly, "I still pack a punch."
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