"Ah~! Ah~! AH!"
Fumihiko Takaba's cries rose and fell dramatically, and an unusual flush appeared on his painted face.
He gripped the velvet edge of the sofa tightly with both hands, his toes digging violently into the air.
"Miss Akutami! Be a little gentler!"
Upon hearing this...
The creature with a duck's head, compound insect eyes, and chicken feet—the 'Gege Akutami' Cursed Spirit—smiled sheepishly.
Smiling, 'she' put down the blood-stained steel wool and replaced it gently with a brand-new, rough toilet brush.
While enjoying the bizarre service, Takaba was also talking with White Zetsu beside him.
"You're such a surprisingly good person... why did you have to do such a terrifying thing with that guy back then?"
Takaba asked with genuine doubt, "Don't you care at all about the Sorcerers at Jujutsu High?"
"I can tell that Nobara Kugisaki and Maki Zenin actually care about you a lot."
White Zetsu flicked the ash from his lit cigarette into the hot water bucket. "Master Zetsu is a spirit with deep, complex feelings, so naturally I don't want them to go to their deaths."
"But they all have their own stubborn principles, not to mention the Mirai kid's terrible temper."
Seeing White Zetsu's relaxed expression as he enjoyed the foot massage, Takaba twitched his lips. "I didn't realize you were actually worried about them."
White Zetsu raised an eyebrow playfully. "The brilliant Mountain Spirit always has his own brilliant plan!"
"The activation of Cursed Techniques in this world only strictly requires Cursed Energy."
"And the Mirai kid's Rinnegan eyes can directly control the absolute cycle of life and death."
"Even if their physical bodies are completely destroyed in battle, the soul essence of Nobara and the others is safely preserved by Master Zetsu's main body (The Divine Tree)."
Takaba's cartoon eyes widened, and a literal, floating question mark appeared directly above his head. "What do you mean?"
White Zetsu crossed his legs comfortably and gave a wicked, knowing smile. "The world you are trapped in right now is called the Kamui Space."
"This is exclusively Master Zetsu's territory."
"After a person dies inside here, whether it's their Cursed Energy or their soul..."
"Without Master Zetsu's explicit permission, they can only wander aimlessly in this void."
White Zetsu smiled arrogantly. "As for physical bodies, I have as many White Zetsu clones as I want."
"Once everything is finally over, Master Zetsu will only need to beg a little... ptooey!"
"With a single, mighty command from Master Zetsu, the brat will obediently revive my little brothers and sisters!"
Takaba's eyes widened in absolute shock. "You can play it like that?!"
"Doesn't that mean all the highly skilled Sorcerers who already died inside the Culling Game barrier still have a chance to be resurrected?!"
White Zetsu unleashed a signature anime move called the 'Dragon King's Crooked Mouth' smirk.
"That's right! This is just a tiny, small problem that Master Zetsu can solve with a single word."
"Besides, Master Zetsu is also actively planning to take the kid to another world to dominate it."
"There's no reason for the boss to do everything himself."
"We need to bring along some loyal henchmen to help take over the new territory!"
The "boss" that White Zetsu was referring to was, of course, himself.
The Cursed Energy and souls that were heavily restricted by the Culling Game barrier were all flawlessly absorbed into the Kamui Space by Mirai.
This included Kento Nanami, Takuma Ino, Masamichi Yaga, and all the others who were previously absorbed by the Death Barrier.
Compared to a standard resurrection within a Domain, Mirai's Rinne Tensei (Samsara of Heavenly Life) technique was more like the absolute authority of a true God!
The Reincarnation Technique, which could be activated with just Cursed Energy, was a top-tier, divine skill!
The exact soul imprint was permanently recorded by the Divine Tree, and new White Zetsu clones could be created infinitely as vessels.
This was precisely why White Zetsu was not overly worried about Nobara, Maki, and the others dying.
White Zetsu had even vividly imagined a scene where a huge, majestic pirate ship was sailing on the vast, multiverse ocean.
And he, the glorious Captain Zetsu, was directing his loyal crew of Jujutsu Sorcerers to violently fight for new territory.
Seeing White Zetsu's sly, plotting grin, Takaba breathed a massive sigh of relief for the Jujutsu High side.
Perhaps... they really can fight side by side in another world.
"White—"
BANG!!!
Just as Takaba was about to speak, he was suddenly and violently splattered with thick, hot blood!
"Miss Akutami?!"
Miss Akutami, who was just busy cheerfully massaging Takaba's feet with a toilet brush, suddenly had her duck head violently explode into a bloody mist!
...
Happy times always fade away so quickly.
White Zetsu got up from the sofa and stretched his pale limbs lazily, saying disdainfully, "The little stitched-up brat who's looking for trouble is finally here. He's really holding a grudge."
The hostess club's dim, neon lighting rapidly faded, and the pink building aged and decayed rapidly.
The bizarre, fantasy world perfectly constructed by Takaba's Comedian was being violently eroded and covered by a higher, more powerful Domain realm.
A dilapidated, blood-red Heian-era mansion surrounded them.
A dozen or so figures dressed neatly in ancient Chinese robes, all bearing faces completely identical to Yuji Itadori, slowly walked into the room.
"I'm not that petty about a mere grudge of having my heart ripped out by you, White Zetsu," Kenjaku's voice echoed from one of the Itadori clones.
"After listening to your song and dance in Shibuya, I felt a mix of emotions, including sadness, regret, and a deep sense of loss."
"So I naturally had to return the favor."
Kenjaku analyzed the strange nature of White Zetsu.
Logically speaking, how could such a bizarre, seemingly weak creature be made with such careless, hasty methods by Zenin Mirai?
But after the massive leap in the level of his own life as the Merger, Kenjaku's senses shone brightly, and he perceived the true, magnificent power hidden within the clone...
He sensed an even greater, existential threat from White Zetsu than from Mirai himself!
This primal warning from the very source of his soul was what allowed Kenjaku to prioritize eliminating this anomaly immediately.
No more nonsense.
Kenjaku mobilized his massive Cursed Energy, his dark eyes blinking slowly. He then set up his attack, utilizing the stolen Cursed Techniques of his dead army.
"Cursed Technique Expansion: Uroboros Bullet!"
BOOM!!!
The spatial void surged and spread violently, shattering layer by layer exactly like a broken mirror!
White Zetsu stomped a deep, cratered pit in the ground and his figure flashed rapidly to the side like a ghost to dodge!
"Using a pink gorilla's face... and even imitating my secretary's techniques."
White Zetsu's expression turned slightly cold and dangerous. "You're really fucking disgusting, you stitched-up pervert."
Kenjaku's clones completely surrounded him, preparing to unleash a barrage of attacks.
In order to permanently eliminate the mysterious threat posed by White Zetsu, Kenjaku intended to use absolutely everything at his disposal.
...
On the other side of the battlefield.
The Jujutsu High students watched from afar as the resurrected Sorcerers floated ominously across the blood-red earth, their reflections shimmering in the crimson light.
That incredibly familiar, suffocating surge of curse energy... it was the resurrected Sukuna and Gojo Satoru!
But that dead, indifferent expression on their faces, and those completely dark, soulless pupils were so horrifyingly unfamiliar.
Kenjaku's main body suddenly appeared before the Jujutsu High group, his stitches pulsing with dark energy.
Nobara Kugisaki, Maki Zenin, Yuta Okkotsu, and the others instantly gripped their weapons tightly, preparing for a desperate battle.
"Don't be so tense. I'm not here to fight you."
Kenjaku smiled gently, spreading his hands in a gesture of peace.
"Now that we're all completely trapped in this Kamui space... isn't Zenin Mirai the biggest, absolute threat to both of us?"
Nobara gripped her hammer tightly, and the steel nails trapped between her fingers emitted blue, crackling flames of Cursed Energy.
Looking at the face that belonged to her friend Yuji Itadori, Nobara said coldly, "Old monster... what exactly do you want to say?"
"I want to propose a temporary alliance."
The words fell.
The face that belonged to Yuji Itadori instantly transformed into that of Suguru Geto, who was wearing his signature Buddhist kasaya.
"What I mean is, we can call a formal truce for now."
"The biggest, most immediate threat to human survival right now is absolutely not me."
"It is Zenin Mirai."
"Perhaps we can actively cooperate to deal with my old friend."
Upon hearing this proposition...
Yuta Okkotsu and the others remained completely unmoved, their weapons pointed directly at Kenjaku's throat.
The tragic fates of Mahito, Jogo, and the other top-tier Cursed Spirits served as a perfect cautionary tale for them.
Partnering with an ancient monster who specialized strictly in scheming and trickery was far too risky; they were incredibly likely to get tricked and killed.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
From the small, cracked mouth manifesting directly beneath Hana Kurusu's eye came the deep, serious voice of Angel.
"Are you absolutely sure that monster... Zenin Mirai... is also an incarnated Sorcerer who survived from ancient times?"
If this specific fact could be absolutely confirmed, Angel's Jacob's Ladder spell would undoubtedly play the most crucial, game-changing role in the battle.
Kenjaku smiled warmly, his eyes calculating.
"Yes. I am absolutely sure."
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