The night wind swept up ashes and unease, the air thick with the bloody-sweet tang of blood and cursed energy.
Fushiguro Megumi held his body taut, assuming the stance for summoning a shikigami, black cursed energy leaping like flames at his fingertips, his eyes locked tightly onto the figure before him.
Directly across from him, Itadori Yuji stood frozen in place, an unprecedented bewilderment and helplessness written across his face.
“So—what exactly is the situation right now?” A casual, devil-may-care voice rang out at just the right moment, shattering the tense standoff.
Fushiguro Megumi whipped his head around to look; at some unnoticed point Uchiha Ayato had come to stand at his side, his languid posture making it seem as though he’d just wandered back from a stroll.
But…
Those eyes—there was no mistaking them.
Tomoe spun like whirlpools within his crimson pupils, and even the air took on a few shades of tangible heaviness beneath that soul-gripping ocular glow.
At the same time, the System—as if it had gone mad—kept refreshing its readouts one after another—— [Name: Uzumaki Naruto (Nine-Tails Jinchūriki) Chakra: 5k (800k)/5k (800k) Level: Trainee / Anbu Third Stage (Lowly as an Ant / A Cut Below)] [Social Mission: Obtain the friendship of the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki.
Reward: Flying Thunder God Technique] [Combat Mission: Engage the Nine-Tails in battle and maintain suppression for three minutes.
Reward: Total Chakra ×3] Truly worthy of the King of Curses from a thousand years ago—even just one-twentieth of his power was already terrifying enough.
But by that same token, the mission rewards tied to him were every bit as lavish.
Triple the Chakra!
A full three times over!
Farewell, little Chihaya—once you’ve tasted what it feels like to have your Chakra doubled, your Uncle Ayato can never go back to those old days of scrimping along like a hoarding hamster.
Oh yeah, time to feast on Chakra in style!
Once Uncle Ayato awakens the Mangekyou, I won’t even bother with an umbrella on rainy days—I’ll just deploy the skeletal frame and stroll down the streets of Tokyo, becoming the single most melancholy man in all of Tokyo.
Fushiguro Megumi’s brow was tightly knotted, his tone clipped and urgent: “He swallowed a Special Grade Cursed Object—the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, has taken up parasitic residence in his body.” “The situation right now is extremely dire; we have to exorcise him at once.” “Have you finished dealing with things on your end?” “So he swallowed the Cursed Object…no wonder.” Uchiha Ayato gave a knowing nod, still looking utterly at ease: “No need to worry, I’ve already wrapped things up on my side—easy, easy.” Then Ayato turned to the utterly dazed Itadori and spoke up with keen interest: “Hey, Itadori my boy, can you still control your own body?” “Or rather—can you swap places with that fellow living inside your body?” “Eh?” Itadori Yuji looked down at his own hand and gave a tentative clench of his fist: “I should be able to, I think?” In that instant Fushiguro Megumi was struck by an ominous premonition; he looked toward Uchiha Ayato, a flicker of panic surfacing in his eyes: “What are you trying to do?” “Relax, relax~” Uchiha Ayato waved a hand, not the least bit swayed by the look in Fushiguro Megumi’s eyes: “I just want to feel the King of Curses’ might for myself, that’s all.” He looked straight into Itadori Yuji’s eyes, his voice carrying a bewitching, soul-tempting magic as he softly coaxed: “Try talking to him—let him come out and play for three minutes, how about it?
Just three minutes.” Itadori Yuji wavered for a moment, but looking at Uchiha Ayato’s confident manner, in the end he chose to trust him: “All right, three minutes…I’ll give it a shot!” The boy closed his eyes, straining to sink his consciousness into that dark abyss.
The next second, jet-black tattoos surfaced once more across the boy’s bare upper body, and that overwhelming cursed energy came surging back.
“Hah!
Another reckless little brat with no idea how death works!” The mocking words issued from Itadori’s throat, brimming with scorn and contempt: “Those eyes…” “Tch, this feeling of being seen right through is seriously unpleasant.
The first thing I’ll do after I kill you is gouge out your eyes and steep them in liquor.” “If you think you can manage it, then by all means, give it a try.” Uchiha Ayato stayed perfectly nonchalant, not taking Sukuna’s threat to heart in the slightest.
Right after, he raised his right hand toward Ryomen Sukuna, blue light bursting abruptly from his palm: “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.” Under the effect of ‘Blue,’ the very concept of distance collapsed in on itself violently, as though an invisible giant hand had seized hold of Sukuna’s body.
Ryomen Sukuna’s body pitched forward, his feet dragging two deep gouges across the ground as he was hauled irresistibly toward Ayato.
All four of his eyes went wide at once, yet his body had no time left to mount any response.
Ayato’s right fist slammed in head-on, the wind of the blow detonating.
Sukuna’s face was knocked clean askew, blood and shattered teeth spraying from the corner of his mouth.
His whole body went flying backward, his spine smashing a concrete pillar to pieces, fragments of stone spraying off in every direction like shrapnel.
From the activation of ‘Blue’ to the fist coming down, the whole thing took no more than a few breaths.
“!!!” Fushiguro Megumi stared fixedly at Ayato’s right hand, having forgotten to breathe.
A pale-blue afterglow of cursed energy still smoldered on that palm, and the space around it still bore the residual ripples of having been warped.
He had seen this before.
That one-of-a-kind spatial manipulation that gives ‘Infinity’ physical form…
How could it be?
In that single instant, Fushiguro Megumi underwent a violent crisis of cognition.
The Limitless cursed technique was the Gojo Family’s hereditary technique, and only one person in the world could wield it flawlessly—that man with the black blindfold who spent his days grinning and clowning around while buying sweets.
And yet now, Uchiha Ayato…
Gojo-sensei’s illegitimate son?
No, the ages don’t line up.
A disciple taken on in secret?
No, that’s not it either—the Gojo Family’s technique is imprinted onto the body itself; there’s simply no way to teach it to anyone else…
So what on earth was going on?
There was no doubt about it: what Uchiha Ayato had used was none other than Gojo Satoru’s very own Limitless technique.
As mentioned before, after his rebirth all the fundamental capabilities of the Sharingan had been vastly strengthened—and that included the power to copy.
On the very night Gojo Satoru had backed him into a corner, Ayato had already secretly copied the man’s Limitless technique.
As for the ‘Six Eyes’ indispensable to using the Limitless?
That was no problem—the operational precision of this pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan was scarcely any worse than the Six Eyes themselves.
It was only because Ayato had neither grasped the core of cursed energy nor seen Gojo Satoru use the Cursed Technique Reversal that he held back—otherwise, he’d absolutely have tossed out a ‘Red’ just now for the fun of it.
Cursed energy stems from people’s negative emotions and is, in essence, a form of mental energy.
Chakra, on the other hand, is the harmonized blend of mental energy and physical energy.
Force a connection between them, and the two really do share points where conversion is possible.
And so, Ayato could forcibly exploit a glitch—— He could brute-force Chakra into service as though it were cursed energy, and the moment an opponent gained some ability that could nullify cursed techniques, he’d simply claim that what he’d been using was Chakra all along.
Talk about playing both sides—go on, tell me that isn’t sneaky.
Uncle Ayato’s gone off the deep end, flat-out insisting that jujutsu just is ninjutsu.
From the far end of the rooftop, a low chuckle drifted out of the pile of rubble.
Sukuna rose from the ruins, the markings across his body churning, black cursed energy oozing from the surface of his skin like boiling tar.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, slipped it into his mouth and gave it a lick, all four eyes mirroring a thick, brimming fascination.
“Not a bad hit.” Sukuna worked his knocked-askew jawbone, which clicked back into place with a crack, a playful smile surfacing on his face: “It’s been ages since anyone landed one on my face.
Even if this is nothing but a battered scrap of a body, there really aren’t many out there who can send me flying with a single punch.” He stepped slowly out of the rubble, every footfall sending spiderweb cracks spreading across the concrete underfoot.
“However…” Sukuna halted, cocked his head, and fixed an almost connoisseur’s gaze on Ayato’s right hand: “That technique just now.” “Manipulating the gravity that draws space inward, grinding the concept of distance down into a negative number…it qualifies as a masterpiece.” “But there’s one thing that’s quite strange…” Sukuna abruptly split his mouth into a grin, baring a ferocious, dangerous smile: “When you used it, you were a touch unpracticed.” “This technique—it isn’t yours, is it?” ____ 👻🔥Seek: Walnut-chan🔥👻 🔥 New history: Uchiha Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen: The System Thinks I’m in Konoha, but I’m Not Let’s hit these goals: