He closed his eyes, concentrated, and voluntarily released the suppression on the Cursed Energy within his body.
The next second, a surge of Cursed Energy, far more violent and evil than before, erupted instantly!
Black Cursed Energy swept across the rooftop like a tsunami; gravel was sent flying everywhere, and a suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.
Itadori's pupils were instantly covered in pitch black, and a wild, cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth. His entire aura changed completely; he was no longer that ignorant boy, but the King of Curses who ruled the world, Ryomen Sukuna!
"Heh heh... Finally out."
Sukuna's voice was low and hoarse, carrying the excitement and violence of a long-awaited reunion. He moved Itadori's body, feeling this young and powerful vessel, a flash of satisfaction crossing his eyes:
"Not a bad vessel."
His gaze immediately locked onto Gojo Satoru in front of him, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.
The next moment, Sukuna controlled Itadori's body and leapt high into the air. Cursed Energy condensed around him, and with his right leg carrying the force to tear through the air, he kicked fiercely toward Gojo Satoru!
That kick contained terrifying power, enough to easily shatter reinforced concrete. If an ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerer were to take that hit, they would likely be kicked into dust in an instant.
"Oh my, you really are irritable."
Gojo Satoru chuckled, his figure remaining relaxed. His Limitless Cursed Technique instantly deployed, and an invisible barrier firmly blocked Sukuna's attack.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the Cursed Energy collided with the Limitless, kicking up clouds of dust.
Sukuna's kick was firmly blocked, not injuring Gojo Satoru in the slightest.
He frowned, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, but immediately became even more violent. He condensed a black blade of Cursed Energy in his left hand and slashed toward Gojo Satoru's neck, while simultaneously sweeping with his left leg, the angle of attack being extremely tricky.
Yet Gojo Satoru acted as if he were just playing around, shifting his feet lightly, accurately dodging Sukuna's attacks every time, and even occasionally raising his hand to pat Sukuna on the shoulder.
"Heh, Jujutsu Sorcerers are always so troublesome in every era!"
Sukuna roared, his Cursed Energy surging again. He formed Finger Seals with both hands, intending to activate his Cursed Technique, "Malevolent Shrine," but as soon as the rudimentary form of the technique began to condense, it was interrupted by Gojo Satoru raising his hand.
"Ten seconds are almost up~" Gojo Satoru reminded with a smile, his figure moving like a ghost behind Sukuna, raising his hand to tap him lightly on the back.
Just as Sukuna wanted to turn and counterattack, a force of resistance suddenly came from within the body.
It was Itadori Yuji forcibly taking back control of his body. His expression changed:
"Damn it, again? I can't possess him. Who exactly is this brat?"
Itadori's willpower far exceeded his expectations; his inner vitality erupted again, forcibly suppressing Sukuna's consciousness.
"Ugh!"
Itadori let out a painful grunt, his pupils returning to clarity. The evil Cursed Energy around him dissipated instantly, and he fell from mid-air, staggering back a few steps before standing steady, his face full of exhaustion and lingering fear:
"Hoo... hoo... Good thing I made it in time."
Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and walked in front of him, his smile still bright:
"Perfect! Exactly ten seconds! How is it? Isn't Sukuna's power terrifying?"
Itadori gasped for air, nodding, then shaking his head:
"Too... too terrifying. That urge to destroy everything—I almost couldn't control it."
Fushiguro Megumi watched this scene, the guard on his face finally relaxing slightly, but his heart was filled with shock.
To be able to switch consciousness with Sukuna and reclaim control within ten seconds—this boy's potential was simply unfathomable.
Rin leaned against the railing, his Crimson Sharingan slowly returning to calm. He had seen the Cursed Energy that Sukuna unleashed just now very clearly.
Although it was only a brief ten seconds, and he had not fully controlled Itadori's body, that power was still terrifying.
However, Gojo Satoru's Limitless was indeed as unsolvable as the legends said.
The Sukuna within him let out a cold snort at this moment, his tone filled with disdain:
"That brat actually managed to forcibly suppress me... And that guy Gojo Satoru, he just beat one of my fingers."
Gojo Satoru turned to look at Rin and waved:
"Mr. Rin, how about it? Isn't this little guy interesting?"
Rin did not respond, only giving Itadori a faint glance before turning and walking toward the rooftop exit.
He knew that this ten-second test not only allowed Gojo Satoru to confirm Itadori's potential but also brought the threat of Sukuna to the surface once again.
And with the addition of Itadori Yuji, the winds and clouds of the Jujutsu World would only become more unpredictable.
Itadori watched Rin's retreating figure, scratched his head, and asked Fushiguro Megumi:
"Is that senior with black hair and red eyes also a teacher at Jujutsu High? He looks so cold."
Fushiguro Megumi shook his head:
"He is Senior Rin, the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in the Jujutsu World currently, aside from Teacher Gojo."
"the strongest? Stronger than Teacher Gojo?"
Itadori's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.
Gojo Satoru laughed and raised his hand to ruffle his hair:
"Well, that's hard to say. But with him around, the days ahead definitely won't be boring."
"But for now, Student Itadori, you'd better get some sleep." As Gojo Satoru said this, he tapped Itadori lightly on the forehead.
Then, Itadori, who hadn't even reacted, passed out directly.
Under the moonlight, the four people on the rooftop each had their own thoughts.
Itadori Yuji's fate, from the start of this ten-second duel, became completely bound with Jujutsu, curses, and Sukuna.
And Rin's existence, like a variable, was quietly changing the established plot trajectory; a greater storm was quietly brewing.
A few days were enough for the waves stirred up at Jujutsu High by the addition of Itadori Yuji to temporarily subside.
Rin did not participate in the subsequent training for the new students, but instead left Jujutsu High alone and walked into an inconspicuous Sushi restaurant on the streets of Tokyo.
The shop was not big; warm yellow lights shone on the wooden tables and chairs, and the air was filled with the aroma of vinegared rice and fresh sashimi, completely different from the bloody violence of Jujutsu and curses.
Rin found a corner by the window and sat down. Outside the window was the endless stream of people, full of the aura of ordinary life. He raised his hand to summon the waiter, his tone flat:
"An order of fatty tuna sushi, and a pot of Matcha."
The waiter acknowledged and turned to leave. Rin sat quietly, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table. His Crimson Sharingan hid its sharpness, returning to ordinary ink-colored eyes, appearing no different from an ordinary young diner.
It was just that the faint sense of aloofness lingering around him made the surrounding customers subconsciously avoid this corner.
Not long after, a plate of brightly colored fatty tuna sushi was brought up. The fish texture was clear, the fat distribution was even, and it radiated an enticing luster.
The fragrance of Matcha followed, and the warm teacup was placed by his hand; the warmth dispelled some of the chill.
Rin picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of sushi, dipped it in a little wasabi and soy sauce, and slowly put it into his mouth.
The freshness and sweetness of the sashimi and the sour fragrance of the vinegared rice blended on the tip of his tongue; the texture was soft, sticky, and rich, carrying just the right amount of fatty aroma.
He chewed slowly, his eyes calm, as if he had temporarily unloaded the disputes of the Jujutsu World, simply enjoying this moment of peace.
Just at this moment, a figure walked silently to the opposite side of him, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
It was a man wearing a black trench coat, his figure tall and straight, and a hideous stitched scar on his forehead was particularly eye-catching.
He had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes hid unfathomable calculations, forming a sharp contrast with Rin's calmness.
Rin did not look up, still eating the sushi on his plate intently, as if the man opposite him were just air; he didn't even frown.
"Hello, Mr. Rin."
The man spoke first, his tone as familiar as an old friend reuniting; his voice was not loud, but it accurately reached Rin's ears.