Jujutsu Kaisen — Sakura Club
"Ah~! Ah~! Ah~!"
Takaba cried out as his body trembled. A strange flush colored his face.
His hands gripped the edge of the sofa tightly, while his toes curled helplessly in the air.
"Miss Akutami, a little gentler, please!"
Hearing this, the Akutami Curse Spirit—with a duck's head, compound insect eyes, and chicken claws—smiled awkwardly.
With a pleasant smile, she set down the bloodstained steel scrubber in her hand and replaced it with a toilet brush.
While enjoying the service, Takaba continued chatting with White Zetsu nearby.
"You're obviously not a bad spirit, so why are you helping that guy do something so terrifying?"
Takaba sounded puzzled.
"Don't you care at all about the sorcerers from Jujutsu High?"
"I can tell that Kugisaki, Maki, and the others care about you quite a bit."
White Zetsu flicked ash from his cigarette.
"Zetsu-sama is a spirit with feelings, of course I don't want them throwing their lives away."
"But they all have convictions of their own, and as for Mirai Boy's temper... well, that goes without saying."
Watching White Zetsu enjoy his massage, Takaba twitched at the corner of his mouth.
"I don't see any sign that you're worried."
White Zetsu raised an eyebrow.
"A mountain spirit always has a plan!"
"In this world, techniques only require cursed energy to activate."
"And those eyes of Mirai Boy's can control life, death, and reincarnation."
"Even if their bodies are destroyed, the soul signatures of Kuro and the others have all been preserved by Zetsu-sama's main body."
Takaba's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?"
White Zetsu crossed his legs and gave a wicked grin.
"The world you're in right now is called the Kamui Dimension."
"This is Zetsu-sama's territory."
"After people die, whether it's their cursed energy or their souls..."
"Without Zetsu-sama's permission, they can only wander through this void."
He smiled proudly.
"As for bodies? Zetsu-sama can get as many as he wants."
"When everything is over, Zetsu-sama only needs to ask—cough, no!"
"With a single order from Zetsu-sama, Mirai Boy will obediently revive my little brothers."
Takaba stared in disbelief.
"You can do that?!"
"Doesn't that mean all the Jujutsu High sorcerers who died inside the barrier still have a chance to come back to life?"
White Zetsu responded with a crooked, self-satisfied grin.
"Exactly. It's just a tiny problem that can be solved with a single sentence from Lord Zetsu."
"Besides, Zetsu-sama plans to take Mirai Boy and conquer another world."
"You can't have the boss doing everything personally."
"You need some underlings to help seize territory!"
Of course, the "boss" White Zetsu referred to was himself.
The cursed energy and souls trapped within the barrier had all been absorbed into Kamui by Mirai.
That included Nanami, Ino, Yaga, and the others who had been absorbed by Tengen's Empty Barrier within the Tombs of the Star Corridor.
Compared to the resurrection of spirits within Kenjaku's domain, Mirai's Rinnegan was closer to a true divine authority.
The Samsara of Heavenly Life Technique could be activated solely through cursed energy, making it a supreme divine ability.
Soul imprints were recorded by the Divine Tree, while White Zetsu's clones could be produced endlessly.
That was why White Zetsu had never worried about Kugisaki, Maki, and the others.
He could already picture it:
A gigantic pirate ship sailing across a vast, boundless sea.
And himself, as captain, commanding an army of followers while expanding his territory.
Seeing White Zetsu's shameless grin, Takaba finally let out a relieved sigh on behalf of Jujutsu High.
Perhaps they could fight side by side again in another world.
"White—"
BOOM!!!
Before Takaba could finish speaking, thick blood suddenly splattered all over him.
"Miss Akutami?!"
The head of the Akutami Curse Spirit, who had just been massaging his feet, exploded into a cloud of blood.
"The good times always come to an end."
White Zetsu stood up and stretched lazily.
With obvious disdain in his voice, he said:
"Some little bastard looking for trouble has arrived. Pretty damn vindictive, too."
The club's suggestive lighting vanished.
The building rapidly aged and decayed.
The fantasy world created by Takaba's technique was being invaded and overwritten by a higher-level domain.
A ruined, blood-red manor emerged.
More than a dozen figures wearing ancient noble robes and bearing faces identical to Yuji Itadori slowly walked inside.
"For something as minor as having my heart ripped out, I'm not that petty."
After hearing Kenjaku's remark, White Zetsu smiled mockingly.
"Not petty, huh? Then why interrupt Zetsu-sama's massage session?"
"If you're not here looking for trouble, did you come to wish me a Happy New Year?"
Kenjaku sneered.
Instantly, the dozen sorcerers surrounded them.
Logically speaking, Kenjaku should have concentrated all his strength on Zenin Mirai alone.
However, after evolving to a higher form of existence, Kenjaku had sensed something on White Zetsu—
A threat even greater than Mirai's.
It was a warning from the depths of his soul.
That was why he had diverted part of his forces to this location.
Without another word, Kenjaku grabbed the space before him with one hand.
A terrifying force erupted from both palms.
"Technique Extension: Ushumaro Bullet!"
BOOM!!!
Space rippled and spread outward.
Like shattered mirrors, layers of reality cracked and exploded.
White Zetsu stomped a crater into the ground and flashed aside like a phantom.
"Using Pink Ape's face while copying my secretary's technique..."
His expression turned cold.
"You're truly disgusting, you stitched-up freak."
Kenjaku narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Immense, sinister cursed energy surged around him.
To eliminate White Zetsu—the inexplicable threat before him—
Kenjaku had deployed the complete form of the Sun-Moon-Star Advance Corps, the elite force directly under Fujiwara Kita a thousand years ago.
On the Other Side of the Battlefield
From afar, the Jujutsu High group stared at the army of sorcerers Kenjaku had created from cursed energy.
Their pupils contracted sharply.
Those familiar cursed energy signatures belonged to Sukuna... and Gojo Satoru.
Yet their cold expressions and pitch-black eyes felt utterly unfamiliar.
"Hey~"
Using one of the undead bodies under his control, Kenjaku waved cheerfully toward them.
Kugisaki, Maki, Yuta, and the others immediately tightened their grips on their weapons.
"Relax."
"I'm not here to fight you."
A glimmer flashed through Kenjaku's eyes.
"My ultimate goal has already been achieved. I no longer have any reason to oppose you."
"Now that we're all trapped inside this space, Zenin Mirai is the greatest threat to all of us, isn't he?"
Holding her hammer tightly, blue cursed-energy flames flickered around the nail between Kugisaki's fingers.
Staring coldly at the face that belonged to Yuji, she said:
"Old monster, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Kenjaku shrugged.
"No need to be so hostile."
"Or would you feel better if I changed faces?"
As soon as he spoke, Yuji's appearance transformed.
In its place stood Suguru Geto, dressed in monk's robes.
"What I'm suggesting is a temporary truce."
"The greatest threat right now isn't me."
As he spoke, his gaze locked directly onto Hana Kurusu, the vessel sharing a body with Angel.
"To deal with my old friend, perhaps we can cooperate."
Hearing this, Yuta and the others remained unmoved.
Their weapons continued pointing at Kenjaku.
The fates of Jogo, Mahito, and several Special Grade curses served as ample warning.
Working with an ancient schemer like Kenjaku was a perfect way to get yourself killed.
"Are you certain?"
The small mouth beneath Hana Kurusu's eye opened.
Angel's solemn voice emerged.
"Are you certain that Zenin Mirai—that monster—is also a sorcerer who survived from ancient times?"
If that were true, Angel's technique would undoubtedly become the most crucial weapon available.
The corners of Kenjaku's mouth rose.
"Yes."
"I'm certain."
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