December 30, 2018, 11:50 PM.
Once Gojo Satoru had put on the kasaya, Miyuki lowered her head and held the staff with both hands, offering it forward.
Gojo Satoru took the staff and lightly stroked it. The head of the staff emitted a heavy bell-like chime.
Before this, Gojo Satoru would have needed to rely on the Six Eyes to observe and speculate about its meaning. But now, having acquired the Tsukumogami Manipulation Technique, he instantly understood the staff's intent.
He smiled and said,
"Yes, I understand. Maintaining a humble heart at all times is the most important thing."
11:53 PM.
Utahime took two steps back and looked at Gojo Satoru. A rare smile of satisfaction appeared on her face.
"You bastard, you're finally wearing formal attire. Although a gojo kasaya isn't exactly ceremonial clothing, if possible, wearing a kujo robe would be even better."
Gojo Satoru planted the staff lightly on the ground.
For some inexplicable reason, Utahime's somewhat restless heart calmed down.
He said casually,
"Guess what my family name is? Hehe."
"I'm certain that if my ancestors had dared to use the name Kujo back then, that old hag Tengen would have personally exterminated the family."
"Six Eyes plus a kujo robe—what exactly would that look like? What would people think we were trying to do?"
11:57 PM.
Gojo Satoru finally removed the blindfold covering his eyes, allowing his hair to fall naturally.
Looking into those eyes overflowing with divinity, Utahime softly said,
"The Six Eyes have allowed the Gojo Clan to prosper for a thousand years."
"Now it's finally time to repay that debt."
Gojo Satoru chuckled.
"Yeah."
"I really like that way of putting it."
11:58 PM.
Miyuki finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
Even at this final moment, both Utahime and Gojo Satoru were discussing meaningless topics.
Neither side was deliberately avoiding the upcoming battle.
They simply didn't care.
Both of them had completely ignored the decisive battle in their conversation.
But Miyuki couldn't do that.
Her state of mind had not reached that level.
So she finally asked:
"Teacher Gojo... you'll be okay, right?"
11:59 PM.
Gojo Satoru turned around and looked at Miyuki.
He thought about her story.
From the police station where he first found her...
To her determination to learn jujutsu...
To her training...
To her missions...
And finally, the moment when Uraume exposed her as a spy in the conference room.
Suddenly, he found it amusing.
Miyuki had been played in the palm of Mahito's hand.
But hadn't he been played as well?
In a certain sense, Miyuki was the one who understood him best.
Now that she was so worried about him, as her teacher—and as someone who shared the same fate—what should he say?
He thought seriously for a moment.
Then he finally reached a conclusion.
12:00 AM.
"Who do you think I am?" he asked.
The next moment, endless white radiance filled Gojo Satoru's vision.
To Utahime and Miyuki, Gojo Satoru seemed to dissolve into countless fragments of light and disappear instantly.
It was likely some kind of teleportation function.
Gojo Satoru had finally stepped onto the final stage.
12:01 AM.
Gojo Satoru opened his eyes.
Before him was an extremely familiar sight.
This was—
Domain Expansion: Dharma Realm Reincarnation Nirvana Realm.
...
"Gentlemen and ladies!"
Mahito suddenly spread his arms and declared passionately,
"The final moment has finally arrived!"
"Every Jujutsu Sorcerer should understand the significance of this final moment!"
"Yes—the so-called wish of [Infinite Possibilities] will now be realized here!"
"The current time is December 31, 2018, 12:00 AM."
At this moment, Mahito wore a bamboo hat, haori, kimono, and geta.
Even standing upon a white-sand desert, he didn't care in the slightest.
His swordsman attire should have appeared solemn and dignified, but the moment he opened his mouth, all of that atmosphere collapsed.
It felt less like a battlefield and more like a comedy stage.
Mahito suddenly lowered his head and bowed like the host of an awards ceremony.
After bowing, he extended one hand toward the people behind him.
Still bent over, he announced:
"Representing the Tokyo First Barrier—the strongest Sorcerer in history, the Lord of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna!"
"Representing the Tokyo Second Barrier—the super-evil Special Grade Curse User who once launched the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons and nearly caused the extermination of Japan's non-sorcerers, the once-in-a-thousand-years holder of Cursed Spirit Manipulation—Geto Suguru!"
"Representing the Sendai Barrier—the savior of ordinary people who prevented the deaths of Japan's non-sorcerers, the genius youth who rose from Grade 4 to Special Grade in merely three months—Okkotsu Yuta!"
"And finally—"
Mahito straightened up.
His tone, already excited, grew even more fanatical.
Like an irrational idol fanatic, he raised both arms high and shouted:
"The second possessor of the Six Eyes and Limitless combination in history!"
"The man whose birth disrupted the balance of the entire Jujutsu World and triggered a Cursed Spirit surge!"
"The unrivaled man!"
"The strongest of the modern era!"
Mahito inhaled deeply and suddenly roared:
"GO! JO! SA! TO! RU!!!"
The three people being introduced all stood frozen in silence.
Which was only natural.
They had all prepared themselves for the fiercest battle imaginable.
Each had adjusted their condition to its absolute peak and fully expected an attack the instant they arrived.
Instead, they were greeted by Mahito's voice sounding like the host of a variety show.
Even veterans like them were utterly dumbfounded.
...
Except for Gojo Satoru.
As a natural show-off, Gojo Satoru immediately waved at Mahito and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!"
"To receive such praise from the only Lord of Curses in a thousand years..."
"A Cursed Spirit capable of granting immortality and resurrection..."
"The being who single-handedly forced the entire Jujutsu World into submission..."
"The candidate god ascending to the divine throne..."
"Your Excellency Mahito—this truly is my honor!"
Mahito immediately frowned.
"Oh my, oh my."
"Even though you're praising me, why does it sound so sarcastic?"
Despite wearing a kasaya, Gojo Satoru twisted his hips exaggeratedly.
"Ho ho, how could that be?"
"My respect for you overflows from my Six Eyes like the sun in the sky!"
"You really are mocking me?" Mahito said unhappily.
"How could I? I'm only returning your own words back to you!" Gojo Satoru grinned.
The two suddenly rushed toward each other and, with perfect understanding, raised their hands.
Slap!
Their four palms collided together.
Ryomen Sukuna, Okkotsu Yuta, and Geto Suguru stared blankly.
Gojo Satoru lowered his voice and whispered:
"Is this being livestreamed?"
Mahito also whispered:
"You guessed correctly."
"And not only in Japan."
"You've heard about Tengen establishing the American Great Barrier, right?"
"It's being livestreamed over there too."
Gojo Satoru's face changed dramatically.
"What?!"
"I thought you were simply entertaining yourself, so I joined in acting stupid!"
"It turns out you're not just embarrassing yourself in Japan—you're embarrassing yourself all the way in the US?!"
Gojo Satoru pointed accusingly.
"You bastard, this is a major diplomatic incident!"
Mahito cheerfully replied:
"I don't give a damn about diplomacy!"
Gojo Satoru froze.
Suddenly, Mahito's voice became louder.
His previously relaxed tone transformed into solemn dignity.
"This is the final battlefield of the Dream Walk Migration."
"Anyone who stands here is undoubtedly one of the four strongest people in the world."
"Normally, we are willing to abide by the moral standards of ordinary society."
"But if anyone attempts to use morality and laws to restrain us..."
"They had better pray that their country can withstand the wrath of a Special Grade Sorcerer."
"This is also why I am broadcasting this live."
The man who had been laughing and joking moments earlier straightened his back.
His Cursed Energy ignited silently.
His voice became as majestic as thunder.
"Jujutsu Sorcerers are born from ordinary people."
"And ordinary people can also become true Jujutsu Sorcerers through the Dream Walk."
"From this moment onward, supernatural phenomena will become increasingly common throughout the world."
"Whether you are an ordinary worker..."
"A corporate executive..."
"A government politician..."
"An ancient noble..."
"Or a newly risen capitalist..."
"No matter what position you hold in ordinary society..."
"You must—"
—acknowledge one thing.
"Supernatural abilities will accompany you for the rest of your lives from now on!"
Mahito raised a hand and lifted his bamboo hat, revealing half of his face. His heterochromatic eyes glowed faintly, as though a divine gaze were watching over all creation.
Even without meeting that gaze directly, the four people present, including Gojo Satoru, felt immense pressure welling up in their hearts.
"I'll be blunt."
"From this moment onward, whether you like it or not, Jujutsu Sorcerers will become the people around you!"
"Until now, only Japan has been in this situation. After today, America will be the same."
"As time passes, Great Barriers will be established in other countries as well."
"Eventually, those Great Barriers will connect into a true Planetary Great Barrier."
"The existence of Jujutsu Sorcerers will become public knowledge."
"The existence of Cursed Spirits will explode across the world."
"And every nation will obtain this power that was once only whispered about in legends."
"If you don't want to fall behind, then your only choice is to embrace such a future."
"And now, those who still believe they can resist the pinnacle of supernatural power with steel weapons..."
"...will receive their answer in today's battle."
Mahito smiled.
It wasn't his usual carefree smile.
It was the smile of a beast that had spotted its prey—
cold, merciless, and cruel.
He declared:
"I want to announce to the world—
"The storm has already begun to blow."
"It will sweep across the entire planet."
"It is unavoidable."
"And it is unstoppable!"
Gojo Satoru immediately understood.
Mahito wasn't livestreaming on a whim this time.
He was serious.
Moreover, the object of that seriousness wasn't the four people standing on this final battlefield.
It was everyone watching the broadcast.
The Jujutsu Sorcerers throughout Japan.
The power holders in America.
And everyone who would learn of this truth.
He was declaring that this world would truly enter an era where the supernatural and reality merged.
He was warning that the entire world would transform because of the massive increase in Jujutsu Sorcerers.
He was also calmly observing how Jujutsu Sorcerers and ordinary people would perceive one another in this drastically changing future.
With this declaration, the balance of the Jujutsu World had been irreversibly destroyed.
Gojo Satoru could already imagine the chaos that would erupt after the world learned the truth.
Gojo Satoru realized that Mahito was genuinely preparing to rule this planet as a god.
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