Hollow Technique.
It is the combination of Cursed Technique Lapse and Cursed Technique Reversal, merging the possible with the opposite of the possible to forge an impossibility.
In the Limitless technique, the forward attraction and the reverse repulsion combine.
The convergence of Blue and Red births an imaginary mass from the clash of attraction and repulsion—a technique born from their union.
Whether one can wield a Hollow Technique is intrinsically linked to the sorcerer’s own imagination and the innate capabilities of the technique itself.
Two mutually exclusive forces fused into one, manifesting an imaginary phenomenon—light and shadow merging, existing simultaneously within the same space, ultimately entangling into pure chaos.
“『Syzygy』”
“『Twilight』”
“『Ash and White Wedge』”
“『Rift of Light and Shadow』”
“『Hollow Technique: Chaos』”
The radiance of the Cursed Technique Reversal shot into the twisted, clumped mass of the Cursed Technique Lapse’s shadow before Hajime Kashimo even had time to react.
The moment the two combined, Kashimo was swallowed into the attack range of the Chaos.
A storm of light and shadow swept across Kashimo’s eyes, dragging him into the chaos.
Cursed Technique Lapse: Shadow.
By releasing a viscous mass of black shadows formed from cursed energy, it drags the target inside to subject them to a continuous, shredding attack.
Cursed Technique Reversal: Light.
The emitted pillar of light still adheres to the rule of being “incapable of physically harming people.” However, upon hitting the target, it stretches their consciousness, making them experience months within a single second.
Hollow Technique: Chaos.
Kashimo fell into a world where black and white were inextricably tangled.
What reflected in his eyes was neither black nor white, a radiance that belonged to no known color—no, it didn’t even look like light.
Neither light nor shadow, neither black nor white.
Kashimo closed his eyes, yet he could still perceive this anomaly.
Oppression.
Adhesion.
The sensation on his body was neither dry nor sticky.
Reaching his hands out, what he touched was neither physical substance nor absolute nothingness.
Very quickly, Kashimo grew dizzy in this place devoid of space, time, or direction.
He opened his mouth—but couldn’t even emit a sound.
He tried to ignite his cursed energy, but received no response.
He felt his mind and soul buckling under a heavy blow.
Even though his physical body took no damage, every inch of his being had lost its sense of “self.”
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It dragged the enemy into an “unreal” space, forcing them to exist within the chaos for a hundred years within a single second of reality.
Unable to truly touch ground, unable to concretely think, unable to concretely feel.
And the longer the enemy existed within the chaos, the longer the aftereffects would last.
Thud!
As dust kicked up, Kashimo, having been ejected from the chaos, collapsed face-first onto the ground, his eyes utterly vacant.
Kinoshita walked over and pressed his palm against the back of the unconscious Hajime Kashimo.
Leaning on his long staff, Hajime Kashimo sat at a table on a mountain peak, his eyes gazing blankly at the distant horizon.
Beyond the rolling mountains and forests was the city where Kashimo once lived.
Ever since he realized the nature of his “self” through his innate technique, Kashimo had embarked on a path to “become stronger.”
In his mind, being weak meant being killed by invaders; being weak meant being unable to eat the best food.
Amidst the flash of lightning and fists, Kashimo carved out a fierce reputation.
After he grew into a tall, imposing figure, a bizarre challenger sought him out.
“Were you strong from the very beginning, or did you become strong later on?”
On that day, Kashimo spared this “challenger’s” life, and for the rest of his days, he chewed on those words repeatedly.
Who is born strong, and who becomes strong later?
He wasn’t strong from the start.
He had sat in his mother’s embrace, raised and nurtured by familiar villagers as he grew up.
Until one day, he noticed that his neighbors no longer looked at him as the “Hajime Kashimo” they used to know.
Those eyes, laced with fear, longing, and awe, made Kashimo recall that question once again.
“Were you strong from the very beginning, or did you become strong later on?”
Before every strong opponent fell in defeat, Kashimo would ask this question, hoping to get an answer from someone else.
In Kashimo’s eyes, starting from a certain day, the neighbors around him had turned into withered trees.
Just like when he sat in the mountains looking out; every tree in that endless forest, despite looking slightly different, was fundamentally just a frail, weak organism.
“Have you interacted with anyone else over these past ten years?”
That person came knocking again.
He didn’t answer Kashimo’s question, but instead threw another question back at him.
Kashimo killed the man.
Looking at the smiling corpse with a hole blown through its waist by lightning, Kashimo sat quietly on the mountain peak, resting in that chair.
Kashimo wandered once more through the alleys where he used to play.
His childhood friends no longer looked at him with the “sincerity” they once had.
Just like everyone else, their eyes carried fear; they carried awe.
So that was it.
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Kashimo wanted to take the initiative to invite a friend out for drinks—yet he just stood there holding his Nyoi Staff in front of a door that hadn’t been opened for him in a long time.
Having not spoken with people for so long, he had forgotten how to interact with others as equals.
No, perhaps he had forgotten how to interact with anyone at all.
His friend passed away.
Even though they were the same age, when Kashimo defeated an invading cursed spirit, that man—the one who could still drink with him, who could guide him and help him see the path he had once walked—died due to the cursed spirit’s technique.
Kashimo sat at the head of that crude funeral.
He felt the heavy, depressing atmosphere surrounding him, yet he didn’t shed a single tear.
So this is how it is…
Because the strong are always lonely.
The people around him were like clods of dirt; they would crumble and die with just a light squeeze.
Be it close friends or family, not a single person could understand Hajime Kashimo.
And so, Kashimo left the village.
For reasons unknown even to himself, Kashimo initiated battles against all “strong” individuals.
He fought relentlessly, endlessly.
After every single battle, Kashimo continued to ask for the answer to his question.
Is strength solitude?
Is strength accompanied by incomprehension?
Is the pursuit of becoming even stronger a curse laid upon the strong?
But until the very end, Kashimo never received an answer.
That is, until that man appeared.
“Have you had your fill?”
The dark-haired man stood behind him, who was now old and frail.
Having appeared once more after Kashimo’s decisive battle with another powerhouse he had recommended, the man used a playful tone to invite him to the future—to fight the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in history.
“Kenjaku, maybe we should just fight after all?”
“Spare me, please. I’d like to leave your corpse intact so I can turn you into a cursed object.”
Feeling the massive cursed energy behind him, Kashimo opened his mouth in his dying moments.
“I accept your previous proposal… Let me fight Sukuna in the future.”
——— Morning of November 3, 2018 ———
“Good morning, Hajime Kashimo.”
Waking up on a bed, the first thing Kashimo saw was Kinoshita standing before him, the glow of Reverse Cursed Technique not yet entirely faded from his hands.