On the other side of the battlefield, two figures whose surface skin had been burned beyond recognition slowly stood up, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Kusakabe Atsuya opened his signature dead fish eyes and looked at the humanoid creature struggling to stand up beside him, his pupils shrinking.
Mei Mei had lost all of her flowing white hair, and her skin had become a bloody mess, making it impossible to recognize her original appearance.
How terrifying.
No matter how beautiful a face is, once it’s burned beyond recognition, it’s hard to find it pleasing to the eye.
Kusakabe Atsuya sighed inwardly, while simultaneously looking at his own body with a bitter smile.
How much better could I be?
If anything, it’s probably worse than Mei Mei.
What came into view was a body covered in blood and gore, with lingering flames still dancing on the tattered clothing.
The skin on his body was burned and twisted together, looking like a test subject that had crawled out of a laboratory.
Just then, he finally broke free from the pain of the burns and thought of the final moment when Satoru arrived, feeling a chill in his heart.
If I haven’t lost my mind, I vaguely remember that in the final moment, Gojo seemed to have gone off to hunt down that Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Although everyone at Jujutsu High had always considered Satoru a powerful monster, he was powerful enough to be worthy of the name.
As long as he wanted to, he could even take on the entire Jujutsu World single-handedly, and he would likely come out victorious.
With Satoru on the case, that Special Grade Cursed Spirit was surely doomed.
Thinking of this, he lifted his eyelids, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and looked forward with difficulty.
The next moment, he was stunned by the scene that came into view, standing frozen in place.
The broken long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
“What…
is this situation…” What entered his view was a shattered land scorched by flames, with traces of large craters everywhere, clearly indicating that someone had engaged in a fierce battle here.
And in the very center of this battlefield, a man with white hair was currently slumped on the ground, crying out at a retreating figure in the distance that had already turned into a small black dot.
“Why!
Why won’t you agree to let me forgive you!
I just want to forgive you!
You really are a person worth forgiving!” Kusakabe Atsuya blinked, unable to believe that the person slumped in the center of the battlefield, crying out loudly, was the most powerful existence in the Jujutsu World.
Thump!
Kusakabe Atsuya who had already reached the brink of death, was so shocked by the scene before him that he rolled his eyes and went into shock on the spot.
Mei Mei, who was also at the end of her rope, just wanted to see if Satoru had killed that Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
After seeing the same scene as Kusakabe Atsuya, a bitter smile curled at the corners of her lips, and pain appeared on her unrecognizable face.
“It seems I’m too severely injured and am hallucinating.” As she spoke, the injuries inside Mei Mei flared up.
She rolled her eyes and collapsed next to Kusakabe Atsuya.
On the other side, Satoru, controlled by the effect of the Forgiveness Hat, didn’t even realize the two had woken up and collapsed again, his heart filled only with endless regret and breakdown.
I should have forgiven him sooner!
He’s angry now!
He won’t let me forgive him!
What should I do!
What is the point of me living anymore!
Satoru was streaming with tears, completely stripped of the demeanor of the strongest in the Jujutsu World, and could only collapse on the ground, shouting incessantly.
This scene lasted for a full minute, after which the battlefield, which had been filled with wailing, suddenly fell silent.
With a dazed expression, Satoru wiped the tears from his face, his mind replaying his recent actions.
He yanked the green hat off his head, his face full of horror.
“What am I doing?
Why was my body completely out of my control just now?” This feeling of being manipulated at will by another, for the first time, made Satoru, who had always prided himself on being the strongest, feel terror from the bottom of his heart.
But soon, he realized what was important.
He cast his gaze toward the two bloody, mangled humanoid figures not far away, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.
Thank goodness, Mei Mei and Kusakabe are still breathing.
As long as I get them back in time, there is still hope.
Although he did not know what method that Special Grade Cursed Spirit had used to make him lose control of his body and wail loudly, the immediate priority was not to dwell on these things, but to hurry and save their lives.
Satoru picked them up, wrapped their bodies in Cursed Energy, placed them on his left and right shoulders, and transformed into a pale blue light, shooting up into the sky.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, like a beast waiting to devour its prey.
That pair of Six Eyes no longer held any mystery, replaced instead by hatred.
In a trance, Satoru seemed to see once again that blonde man who always wore overalls and a tie.
Kento did not have the powerful strength of Satoru, nor did he have a bizarre Cursed Technique like Todo Aoi.
What he possessed was that sense of security that everyone could clearly feel, as if as long as this reliable adult was around, there was no such thing as a difficulty.
And now, this trusted Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer had been hammered into black fragments all over the ground by that Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
I have noted this debt.
I will kill you no matter what, at any cost.