Kaito had actually realized what his cursed technique was the moment he crashed into this world and figured out he’d been Isekai’d.
But only when he focused on his own energy just now did two huge streams of information suddenly fill his mind.
The first stream of information came from the Suku-Blob’s body.
It included Sukuna’s innate technique—Shrine—plus a bunch of advanced Jujutsu skills: Open-Barrier Domain Expansion, Reverse Cursed Technique output, cursed object creation, and the World-Cutting Slash.
The second stream of information was his very own innate technique, which he had dubbed the Ten Frauds Technique.
The way it worked was straightforward.
If Kaito touched someone and took some of their cursed energy, he could summon the most embarrassing and pathetic moment from their life to serve as his Shikigami.
Like with the original Ten Shadows Technique, he had to do a subjugation ritual to make the “Fraud Shikigami” listen to him.
After Kaito announced his technique, a heavy silence fell over the courtyard.
Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling like his brain was about to shut down.
‘A mutated version of the Ten Shadows Technique…
The Ten Frauds Technique??
What kind of sick joke of a cursed technique is that?!’
Kaito used his single eye to scan everyone’s reactions.
Megumi looked like he was struggling to keep it together, caught between staying calm and freaking out.
Gojo’s grin grew even wider.
Yuji just looked totally lost.
Sukuna stayed quiet, but he was clearly paying attention.
“As for whether or not I’m actually from the future, I have plenty of intel to prove it. But I absolutely cannot let Sukuna hear it,” Kaito said, looking directly at Yuji.
Yuji scratched his head and stayed quiet.
Judging by Fushiguro’s intense reaction earlier, he already knew the guy living inside him was incredibly dangerous.
He had no way of blocking Sukuna’s senses, so keeping quiet to prevent an intelligence leak was the right move.
“You make a fair point,” Gojo contemplated.
“If you truly have a mutated version of the Ten Shadows Technique, it significantly reduces the likelihood of you being merely the manifested consciousness of Sukuna’s finger.”
Since the beginning of Jujutsu history, sorcerers mostly just used their techniques without really understanding how they worked.
Innate techniques were especially complicated and hard to study.
Even Kenjaku, a mastermind who had lived for a thousand years, could only retain a handful of techniques from his previous bodies when swapping brains.
Gojo didn’t think anyone could perfectly implant a brand-new innate technique, especially one from a different family, to a cursed object’s vessel.
That would only work if the soul inside weren’t the original owner.
This aligned perfectly with Kaito’s claim that his bizarre appearance resulted from a time-travel anomaly and his technique.
“Alright, let’s do this,” Gojo clapped his hands together.
“The top priority right now is eliminating the possibility of either of you being a threat. We’ll take this one at a time.”
Gojo pointed down at Kaito.
“You show off your abilities first. Especially this ‘Ten Frauds Technique’.”
He then pointed at the partially clothed Yuji.
“And then you need to prove that you can actually suppress Sukuna’s consciousness.”
Kaito was fine with this.
His backstory was totally made up, but his powers were real.
Yuji didn’t mind either.
Both the teenager and the blob agreed without hesitation.
“I’ll start by demonstrating the technique engraved in this physical body—meaning the innate technique of the freeloader living inside Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna,” Kaito announced, squirming forward.
He was slowly getting used to moving in this slime-like body.
Kaito slid over to a metal railing and looked back at the group to explain what he was doing.
“Sukuna’s technique, Shrine, possesses two primary slashing attacks and a fire attribute. The slashes are divided into Dismantle, a default ranged attack, and Cleave, which requires physical contact to adjust to the target’s toughness.”
Kaito had never used cursed energy or a cursed technique before, but he didn’t feel awkward.
Essentially, the Suku-Blob body resembled a max-level RPG character that had been reset to level one.
All the previously unlocked skills remained intact.
Kaito didn’t need to consciously adjust his cursed energy manipulation or technique activation.
The moment the thought entered his mind, the energy flowed effortlessly.
Kaito slowly extended a fleshy tentacle and swiped it through the air toward the metal railing.
“Dismantle.”
An invisible slash tore through the air!
It slashed through the metal railing—but only about halfway.
‘Eh?
This weak?’
Kaito hadn’t used his full cursed energy, and he sort of expected this outcome, but it was still a little embarrassing.
His total cursed energy in this form was just really low.
Pretending nothing awkward had just happened, Kaito pressed his tentacle against the half-cut railing.
“Cleave.”
This time, the attack sliced clean through.
A fresh cut appeared slightly higher up, and a short section of the steel pipe clattered onto the ground.
Kaito did the math in his head.
It was crazy—using Dismantle and Cleave once each took almost one-twentieth of all his cursed energy.
At least he recovered quickly, mostly because his total energy was so low.
Sukuna was supposed to be the absolute ceiling for cursed energy reserves, but after becoming the Suku-Blob, he really was just a total fraud!
However, Kaito still had the ultimate trump card: the World-Cutting Slash.
It was an expanded target application of the technique that even the current timeline’s Sukuna didn’t know how to use yet.
Of course, Kaito had also inherited the Binding Vows attached to it.
But so what if it required two hands for the signs, a third hand to dictate the direction, and an incantation?
With this Suku-Blob slime body, anything was possible.
Once he got better at controlling it, he could just grow more tentacles, shape them into the right hand signs, and use the others to aim the attack.
Who cared if the range was small?
The World-Cutting Slash ignored durability altogether.
That was what made it so terrifying.
Kaito turned back around.
“And then there’s his Fire Technique. I doubt that’s recorded in any of your ancient texts.”
He couldn’t even be bothered to shape it into a bow and arrow.
He casually manifested a small ball of flame and tossed it onto the severed steel pipe.
Unsurprisingly, it only heated the metal until it glowed red, failing to melt it down completely.
“Ahahahaha… taking on such a pathetic, weak posture and you dare call that my technique?” Sukuna’s mocking voice echoed as a mouth manifested on Yuji’s cheek once again.
“If I treat this as the first bit of mere entertainment I’ve had in a long time, I’ll begrudgingly praise you. You actually managed to make me laugh.”
Sukuna had watched the entire display.
He didn’t even feel the usual offense of having his technique stolen.
He just found it…
hilarious.
Hearing Sukuna’s mockery, Kaito immediately switched to his top-tier internet troll mode.
“Hilarious? Oh, it definitely is! After all, this body was molded by my technique, making it the most fraudulent, pathetic state in the life of the mighty King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna~ It’s incredibly funny.”
“Who would’ve thought that the strongest being in history’s near-death form would be so goofy that even he couldn’t help but laugh at it? I bet this glorious form will go down in history. Someone’s probably going to turn it into a novelty fleshlight for future generations to admire.”
“And since I’m here now, your actual death might end up being even more abstract and pathetic, Lord Sukuna~”
“UGLY REPTILE,” Sukuna yelled.
“The moment I take over this brat’s body, the first thing I’ll do is dice you into something smaller than dust.”
“Saying things like that just makes me not want to kill you,” Kaito said, sprouting two tentacles to do a helpless shrugging motion.
“When the time comes, I think I’ll just force you to stay in this form, slap a collar on you, and walk you down the street on a leash every day. You’ll just have to watch out for stray dogs. What if one of them tries to mount you?”
Woah, setting the bar high!
Yuji didn’t know whether he should cover Sukuna’s mouth or his own ears.
This level of premium trash talk was way too stimulating for a pure-hearted high schooler.
Gojo, who was also a massive fan of top-tier trash talk, was already laughing so hard he was losing his balance.
Megumi was rubbing his temples with a look of extreme pain.
He didn’t even know what was causing his headache anymore.
He decided to just blame it on blood loss.
Sukuna didn’t fire back another insult.
He simply stared dangerously at Kaito for several long seconds before the mouth faded back into Yuji’s skin.
The thousand-year-old boomer was clearly outmatched in modern toxic internet culture.
Sukuna?
Whatever, forget about him.
Kaito extended a single tentacle toward Satoru Gojo.