Everything turned into an illusion before Rasa's eyes.
He failed. Rasa stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling violently like a sieve. Pain and hatred intertwined within him.
Sukuna's scarlet pupils fixed on Rasa. There was a chilling interest in his voice.
"You are a little more interesting than those ants." Sukuna spoke, his voice deep and hoarse.
Ants…
The ninjas of Sunagakure were called ants by the monster before him.
Rasa clenched his fists. His heart felt as if it had been brutally pierced. Rasa knew he was already at a disadvantage.
Hanzo was already difficult to deal with, and now this monster had appeared. Under the combined attack of the monster and Hanzo, he would surely die.
No!
He couldn't die yet!
No matter what failures he encountered, as long as he was alive, there were infinite possibilities.
He couldn't die!
Being alive meant hope existed!
An unprecedented will to survive filled Rasa's body with strength. He has to escape at all costs. Where there is life, there is hope. The humiliation and hatred of today, one day, he would return to that brat Haruki.
Without any hesitation, Rasa's body instantly transformed into countless grains of gold dust, plunging into the sand beneath his feet, disappearing from Haruki's sight in an instant.
Sukuna glanced at Haruki. Seeing that he had no intention of pursuing, he slightly lowered his raised hand.
"Don't call me out to deal with such scum." Sukuna said casually.
His body was sucked into a purple vortex, disappearing before Haruki's eyes.
Haruki: "…"
Choso came before Haruki. He looked at the aftermath around them, frowned, and said to Haruki, "I shouldn't have let you, my younger brother, see such a bloody scene, I, your older brother, have failed in protecting you."
Under Haruki's speechless gaze, Choso nervously patted his head. A purple vortex instantly swallowed Choso.
"Go back."
Haruki shifted his gaze, landing on Mahito who was walking towards him.
"I'll listen. I promise to listen."
Mahito showed Haruki a sweet smile, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Haruki would believe anyone who said that, except for Mahito.
"You go back too."
The purple vortex swallowed Mahito.
Mahito's dissatisfied complaints entered Haruki's ears. "I only got to play for a little while. Next time, remember to call me first."
Haruki felt the temperature around him suddenly rise. Jogo stopped angrily in front of him. Haruki's gaze landed on Jogo's head. The volcano on Jogo's head was spewing sparks.
Haruki instinctively formed hand signs. A water ball descended on Jogo's head. He helped Jogo cool down.
Then, Haruki found that the volcano on Jogo's head seemed to erupt even more violently.
"What are you doing?" Jogo's voice carried an uncontrollable rage.
"Helping you calm down."
Haruki's lips twitched, thinking that Jogo was indeed the most short-tempered character in Jujutsu Kaisen.
"Don't mess around!"
"Bastard!"
"Don't think I won't burn you to death!"
Jogo let out a deafening roar at Haruki.
Haruki: "…"
Then you go back too!
A purple vortex instantly swallowed Jogo.
"I'll be back again…"
Jogo's fierce declaration echoed across the battlefield.
Haruki looked at the most obedient Land God, who obediently walked to his side and voluntarily entered the vortex.
"Yuta…"
"Yuta!"
Rika's voice rang out.
Her massive body squeezed next to Haruki, whining to him, "Yuta…"
Haruki reached out and stroked Rika's lowered head.
"Rika likes Yuta." Rika let out a joyful shriek.
"Mm, I like you too." Haruki said with a smile.
Rika excitedly punched a large crater into the ground.
Haruki walked towards the large number of fallen Ame ninjas.
Did you think it was all over? No, it had only just begun.
Moonlight bathed the battlefield in a cold, silver glow. The wind whimpered.
Each breath of the Ame ninjas lying in pools of blood felt like swallowing scorching lava. They lied quietly on the cold sand and bloody mud. Their fatal wounds were horrifying. Long blades piercing chests and abdomens, gaping gashes tearing necks, chests crushed by immense force…
Their blood, too, soaked the sand beneath them, mixing with the blood of the Suna ninjas.
Haruki walked towards them step by step, his face pale, his steps faltering, his will supporting his exhausted body. Of course, he was acting.
He gasped with difficulty, approaching the Ame ninjas with heavy, deliberate steps.
"Won?"
"We…won…"
A faint, hoarse voice squeezed out with difficulty from Muteki's blood-stained lips. His gaze was unfocused, as he laboriously scanned the battlefield before him.
No living Sunagakure ninjas. Only corpses, mountains of corpses, silently declaring the end of the battle.
Succeeded?
Amegakure…was it defended?
"Muteki…"
Haruki knelt beside Muteki, his gaze sweeping over Muteki's body.
Muteki's unfocused pupils suddenly burst into a bright light as he stared at Haruki. "That's great, you're still alive…"
As his words fell, his breath ceased without warning.
Haruki's pupils widened slightly. He quickly placed his hand on Muteki's heart.
No beating.
Muteki's body grew cold and stiff.
Like…
Like someone who had been dead for a long time…
Haruki immediately rushed to the next Ame ninja. It was Yuma.
The light in Yuma's eyes dissipated the moment he saw Haruki.
Haruki placed his hand on Yuma's chest. Just like Muteki, Yuma's body was also impossibly cold and stiff.
A terrifying conjecture emerged in Haruki's mind.
Their consciousness was supported by their obsession. Although their bodies had reached their limit, their consciousness had never completely dissipated. They were making sure that Amegakure had truly won.
Haruki was still alive…
When Haruki appeared before them safe and sound, their obsession dissipated.
Haruki's hands grew stiff, his gaze passed over Yuma, looking at more Ame ninjas.
Takinawa lied on his side in the sand, several broken long blades embedded in his back. His face was buried in the blood-mixed sand, but his eyes were fixedly staring in Haruki's direction.
Haruki stood among the corpses of the Ame ninjas. He couldn't find a single Ame ninja who still had a little life left. They were all dead.
The moment they saw Haruki alive, their hearts stopped beating.
Tears streamed from his eyes, Haruki stood rooted to the spot.
[Ding!]
[System detected Hanzo's affection value +5000.]
[Your Love Curse Growth Value has increased to 94.5%.]
"Haruki…"
"Sensei!"
"This isn't real, is it?"