On the rooftop of a building a hundred meters away.
Jogo, Mahito, Dagon, and Kenjaku—three cursed spirits and one curse user—were gathered here.
Although they were originally operating separately, they were drawn by the commotion on the battlefield and happened to converge here to investigate.
When the massive flames soared into the sky, Mahito clapped his hands in admiration.
“Oh, what towering flames!
Jogo, the power of those flames is much greater than yours, isn’t it?”
Jogo clicked his tongue and looked at Kenjaku, complained, “Hey!
Kenjaku, didn’t you say I have the power of eight of Sukuna’s fingers?”
“The current Sukuna should only have fewer than five fingers, right?”
“Why is his fire technique even more powerful than mine, a volcano cursed spirit?!”
Kenjaku waved a hand and smiled.
“Oh, you were so hot-headed and indignant at the time, of course I had to comfort you a bit.”
“Besides, what I said wasn’t exactly wrong…
your cursed energy reserves indeed reach the level of eight of Sukuna’s fingers.”
“But a technique’s efficiency and output are a different matter entirely.”
Kenjaku lowered her eyes, looking down at the scene that resembled a hellish volcanic eruption.
“I don’t know who that absurd Jujutsu Sorcerer is.
But in this world, aside from Satoru Gojo, no one could take this hit head-on and survive.”
“Well then, everything is back on track.”
Even so, Kenjaku felt a bit disappointed deep down.
She thought she might get to see something even more unexpected…
“Hm?”
Kenjaku looked down, and even her signature squinting eyes couldn’t help but widen.
Within a hundred-meter radius, the ground had melted into lava and then gradually solidified into charred, black rock.
In the silence after the light of the fire faded, two figures stood on the level rock ground.
One was a white-haired tattooed girl wearing a white ice-weave kimono.
And the other, naturally, was that mysterious Jujutsu Sorcerer of unknown origin who had suddenly appeared.
Both…
were completely unscathed.
“How is this possible?”
Jogo grabbed the railing on the building’s rooftop with a loud crack, and the metal melted instantly in his hand.
His single eye widened, his face was distorted with rage, and the volcano on his head was constantly erupting.
“That strike just now…
even I…
even I would have died!”
“I am a cursed spirit formed from humanity’s fear of volcanoes!”
“How can a mere human survive that?
He’s not Satoru Gojo!”
Dagon stood nearby, looking a bit helpless, not knowing how to comfort Jogo.
Kenjaku stroked her chin, her eyes narrowing again.
This was truly an unexpected turn of events.
“Things are looking a bit bad.”
Despite her words, the corners of Kenjaku’s mouth couldn’t help but curl into a smile.
How interesting, a development that is completely unpredictable.
Mahito looked at Kenjaku curiously.
“What do you mean?
Do you think Sukuna will lose?”
Kenjaku lowered her hand and pondered.
“Sukuna won’t lose, of course…
that human’s technique is very strange.
I can’t see it clearly from this distance, but it seems that any attack is ineffective against him.”
Jogo gritted his teeth and said, “Is it another Limitless?”
Kenjaku shook her head.
“No, it shouldn’t be Limitless.
I can at least see that much of a difference.”
“Furthermore, in contrast, his attacks are too weak and his speed is too slow.
Even if you gave him a hundred years, he couldn’t grind Sukuna down.”
“But the most critical issue right now is Sukuna’s incarnation.”
Mahito sat on the railing next to Jogo and asked curiously, “Oh?
You mean this woman’s body can’t withstand Sukuna’s power?”
Kenjaku smiled encouragingly.
“I only mentioned it once and you already guessed it.
As expected of you, Mahito.”
“Sukuna’s fingers are not something just anyone can eat.”
“This vessel, Yuji Itadori, was created by me with a great deal of effort.
If anyone who ate Sukuna’s fingers could become Sukuna resurrected, then what would be the point of me creating Yuji Itadori?”
Kenjaku rarely shared technical information, helping the three cursed spirits nearby understand.
She held up a finger to emphasize her point: “Sukuna’s fingers were originally indestructible.”
“When anyone swallows a finger, it remains in their stomach in the form of a cursed object.
Then, the cursed energy constantly leaking from the finger slowly erodes the host’s body, ultimately leading to the vessel’s death.”
“The only exception is Yuji Itadori.”
“He not only can completely suppress Sukuna within his body, but he can also reverse the process of me turning Sukuna into a cursed object, dissolving the finger from its status as a cursed object and reconverting it into Sukuna’s cursed energy and soul.”
“And once the process of reversing the cursed object is complete, killing the vessel at that time is equivalent to permanently eliminating a portion of Sukuna.”
Originally, Kenjaku had put these minor details to the back of her mind after sealing Satoru Gojo.
The experimental subject was a huge success and all functions were successfully completed; Kenjaku no longer cared about this project at all.
But she never expected that someone could actually force Sukuna to break free prematurely before collecting enough fingers.
Kenjaku continued to add, “If Yuji Itadori can dissolve more than ten fingers, Sukuna will be considered completely resurrected.”
“At that point, even changing bodies would have no effect on Ryomen Sukuna, because Sukuna himself is the owner of the fingers; he wouldn’t need to dissolve the cursed objects to use them.”
“But once it’s below ten fingers…
rather than saying a part of Sukuna has been resurrected, it is closer to a severed fragment of Sukuna that still remains a cursed object.”
“If he continues to use this frail vessel to swallow fingers, even Sukuna himself won’t be able to stop the body from crumbling and collapsing because it can’t handle his power.”
Jogo looked at Kenjaku, understanding her meaning.
“So what you’re saying is…
the fingers in my hand can still only be fed to Yuji Itadori, and not to this Sukuna in front of us.”
Kenjaku nodded.
“Indeed so.”
Mahito complained, “Like I said, Satoru Gojo is already sealed.
There’s no reason to let Sukuna resurrect anymore!”
Jogo, however, fell silent.
He had once arrogantly challenged Satoru Gojo, only to be easily defeated by him.
That failure had left an extremely deep psychological shadow on Jogo.
To the point that later, Jogo did not dare to compete in Domains with anyone.
At this moment, looking at the mysterious man below…
the image of Satoru Gojo once again appeared in Jogo’s mind.
He had already lost his self-confidence and did not believe he could destroy humanity with his own strength alone.
Therefore, he had to make use of Sukuna…
“Kenjaku, let me ask you.”
Jogo looked at Kenjaku.
“There is already one Sukuna now.”
“If I feed all the fingers to Yuji Itadori again…
then what exactly will wake up inside Yuji Itadori’s body?”
Kenjaku was stunned for a moment, then showed an extremely interested expression.
“That would naturally be Sukuna as well.”
“Another Sukuna…
Hehehe, I really haven’t considered that question before.”
“Why don’t we try an experiment?”
Two Sukunas with the same soul, the same experiences, the same memories, and the same power…
with only subtle differences in their memories after waking up.
Kenjaku wondered what unexpected consequences that might produce.
However, just at that moment, Kenjaku and the three Special Grade Cursed Spirits suddenly turned their heads in unison away from the battlefield.
They could simultaneously sense an ancient, evil…
and familiar cursed energy coming from that direction.
“No way?”
Kenjaku let out a surprised laugh.
“To think someone could beat us to the punch even on something like this?”