Tap, tap, tap—
The fleshy slime piloted the severed lower half of the body into the dormitory.
Yuji, who was actively practicing his cursed energy manipulation, and Megumi, who was still frantically sending texts, both looked over.
“Kaito, did you successfully subjugate them?” Yuji asked curiously.
“Yeah, it went smoothly.” Kaito’s expression was weird, clearly holding something back.
Megumi immediately picked up on it.
“Did something go wrong?”
“Uh… well… it’s hard to explain. Just see for yourselves.”
The Ten Frauds Technique, activate!!
“[Massacre of Sin]… [Crushing Defeat]… [Tragedy of the Mentor]… [Exploding Friend]—[Fraud Yuji!]”
“[Body Hijacked]… [The Bath]… [Sister-Killing Despair]… [Apathetic Sinner]—[Fraud Megumi!]”
“Come forth, the Fraudulent Brothers!”
After Kaito’s entirely fabricated, meme-worthy incantations, two figures materialized at once!
However, unlike the Lower half of Gojo—who stood tall and unyielding despite being only half a body—the two newly summoned Fraud Shikigami were entirely intact, yet both lay on their sides on the floor.
Their faces were as pale as ash, and they muttered blankly under their breath.
[Fraud Yuji]: “I’m just a murderer… I’m just a murderer…”
[Fraud Megumi]: “It doesn’t matter anymore… just leave me alone… I don’t care anymore…”
One figure faced left, the other faced right.
Both had the same dead-eyed expression, as if they had completely given up on life.
Even though Kaito had already seen this during the subjugation ritual, he still couldn’t hold back a laugh.
For his first 15 years, he was the Tiger of West High.
For the next 68 years, he was the invincible Emperor Itadori.
It was only during the six harrowing months in between—documented in Jujutsu Kaisen—that he found himself in such a pitiful state.
And within those six months, there was one specific moment that stood out as the absolute lowest of the low.
The Shibuya Incident.
His body was hijacked by Sukuna to commit a mass slaughter.
Right after he finally managed to pull himself together, Choso brutally defeated him and knocked him out.
Then, he was forced to witness Kento Nanami’s gruesome death.
And finally, Nobara Kugisaki’s head exploded right in front of his eyes, leaving her on the brink of death.
That relentless sequence of traumatic blows had completely shattered Yuji’s soul, leaving him curled up on the floor, weeping in despair.
That was the exact state of the [Fraud Shikigami] currently lying on the dorm room floor.
As for Megumi?
Did his lowest, most fraudulent state even need an introduction?
“It doesn’t matter anymore… just leave me alone… I don’t care anymore…”
“…” Megumi stared down at this ‘version’ of himself and involuntarily took a half-step back.
‘Is this a joke?!
This is my most fraudulent state?!’
Physically, it was an exact replica of him.
But the pathetic, cowardly, utterly irresponsible words continuously spilling from its mouth made Megumi want to punch himself in the face!
Beside him, Yuji’s Fraud Shikigami was also crying on the floor, but at least his clothes were shredded and he was covered in blood and bruises—which showed he had been through a hellish battle.
But Fraud Megumi was completely unharmed.
He was having a total mental breakdown while still at full health…
Yuji crouched down next to his fallen counterpart. The source of this chapter is g.com.
He silently reached out and wiped the tears from the Shikigami’s face.
Yuji felt uneasy, but curiosity still got the better of him.
“What the hell did I go through to end up like this?”
“Showing you this form is the limit of what I can do,” Kaito emphasized again.
“I cannot let you, or the Sukuna inside you, know the intel of what caused this.”
Yuji nodded.
“Can they… communicate?” Megumi frowned.
“No,” Kaito shook his head helplessly.
“They’re essentially ‘programs’ hard-locked into this specific psychological phase. Forget communicating—because ‘you guys’ have completely given up on life, I can’t even issue basic commands to make you move.”
Kaito looked down at the Lower half of Gojo mecha he was piloting, then back at the two depressed lumps on the floor.
His Shikigami roster consisted of these three things…
Lower half of Gojo, and two depressed frauds.
“Then this isn’t going to be any help to you at all,” Yuji said, feeling a bit guilty.
“Not exactly.”
Kaito unplugged himself from the driver’s seat of Gojo’s lower half.
He squirmed his way over to [Fraud Megumi]’s head and flashed a confident smirk.
“Have you ever seen… Ratatouille?!”
Tentacles violently pierced straight into the Shikigami’s scalp!
[Fraud Megumi] instantly shut his mouth.
A spark of life suddenly returned to those dead eyes.
Kaito had successfully hijacked the vessel!
He took a moment to silently adapt to the sensory disorientation of having three eyes and two overlapping fields of vision.
Thank god he had mastered the nuances of Shikigami-mecha piloting during last night’s blackout-drunk rampage.
Otherwise, these two Fraud Shikigami would only be good for acting as meat shields.
Looking at it that way, the drunken bender actually had some benefits.
At least it sparked some inspiration.
Kaito piloted [Fraud Megumi] up from the floor.
He stumbled slightly, but quickly regained his balance.
Finally possessing a fully intact human body to control, Kaito excitedly launched into a set of warm-up calisthenics and shadowboxing to verify the synchronization rate.
‘Nice, a full body works perfectly too!’
The dual sensory system took a little getting used to, but it wasn’t a big deal.
He just needed more practice.
Megumi’s face darkened with black lines as he watched Kaito play around with his body.
His terrible premonition had come true.
This bastard really was piloting the Megumi Mecha!
But doing jumping jacks and throwing punches was one thing.
“Wait, why did you just adjust the crotch?!” Megumi yelled.
“Is that yours?! Stop touching it! No… wait… I guess technically it is his Shikigami…”
“Itadori, it’s me, Megumi~”
[Fraud Megumi] extended a hand invitingly, wearing a gentle smile.
Yuji slapped a hand over his mouth, but he couldn’t hold it in: “Pfft—hahahaha! Seeing Fushiguro’s face make that kind of expression is so weird! Hahahaha…”
It had only been one night, but Megumi’s perpetually grumpy face had already left a deep impression on Yuji. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
Seeing Kaito pilot [Fraud Megumi] into making a tender, fuckboy smile designed to swoon girls absolutely broke Yuji.
Megumi’s blood pressure instantly skyrocketed.
“STOP MAKING THAT WEIRD FACE USING SOMEONE ELSE’S BODY!!”
But was Kaito the type to listen to reason?
He simply pivoted toward Megumi.
“Megumi, it’s me, Megumi~”
Yuji laughed even harder.
He was clutching his stomach, laughing to the point of physical pain.
Cold-Face Megumi vs.
Warm-Guy Megumi!
And Kaito wasn’t done adding fuel to the fire!
“I am you, Megumi Fushiguro.” Kaito deepened his voice, perfectly mimicking Megumi’s tone.
“The absolute fraud… the poster boy for stress… the one who taught me how to suicide-bomb… it’s you!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Yuji was literally rolling around, clutching his sides.
He didn’t understand the meta-references, but hearing Megumi’s voice say those ridiculous things was just inherently hilarious.
“Hss… Hooo—” Megumi gritted his teeth and took several breaths.
Having known Satoru Gojo for so long, he had learned the hard way that you absolutely cannot engage with chaotic trolls.
Giving them a reaction only made them have more fun at your expense.
“Can this… Shikigami use my cursed technique?” Megumi asked, trying to change the subject.
Hearing the question, Kaito didn’t answer with words.
[Fraud Megumi] raised both hands and curled them into fists, stacking one above the other.
“With this treasure, I summon…”
“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING—!!!”
Megumi’s sea-urchin hair spiked up even straighter in terror.
Kaito chuckled.
He hadn’t actually channeled any cursed energy—he was just yelling the chant.
But Kaito finally understood the appeal.
No wonder this kid had zero stress tolerance.
Tossing out a random suicide-bomb declaration really did provide an inexplicable sense of satisfaction!
“Relax, just messing with you.”
Kaito unclenched his fists and formed a different hand sign—one that looked like a dog’s head.
A muscular black wolf appeared from the shadows at his feet.
‘My Shikigami’s Shikigami is still my Shikigami!’
“I can use the Ten Shadows, but the technique’s ceiling is hard-locked to this specific state,” Kaito explained.
“Any Shikigami that ‘you’ hadn’t tamed during this period of your life has zero chance of being tamed by this Fraud version of you.”
“Of course, I can still summon Mahoraga for a suicide-bombing run. But even if I do go the suicide route, I’m going to save it for an opponent who’s actually worth it.”
The edge of the Tokyo Jujutsu High barrier.
Jogo gazed in the distance at the ancient architecture of the Jujutsu High campus.
“Let’s stick to Geto’s plan,” Jogo muttered.
Hanami spoke in an incomprehensible dialect.
“I’ll hide our presence.”
Dagon gurgled: “Puu~”