"Special Grade Sorcerer, Yuki Tsukumo?"
Among those standing frozen at the door of the hospital room, Suguru Geto was the first to open her mouth in surprise. She recognized Yuki Tsukumo because Chinatsu had once discussed with them this incredibly strong peer whose presence was almost nonexistent.
She was a woman who, despite being a Special Grade Sorcerer, never took on any missions, was not affiliated with either Tokyo Jujutsu High or the Higher-Ups, and mysteriously went abroad, perfectly embodying the professional and the amateur.
Feeling her companions' favorability towards her fluctuate, Yuki Tsukumo's entire demeanor seemed to change as she pitifully turned her head to Chinatsu.
"Chinatsu, look at your little companions' attitude; I'm so heartbroken," Yuki Tsukumo said dramatically, resuming her seat on the edge of the hospital bed.
As Yuki Tsukumo's words fell, Chinatsu, who was sitting up in the hospital bed, did not respond to her. She closed her eyes, and the airflow between her lips and nose gradually calmed to a whisper.
Satoru Gojo took two steps forward. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the soul research notes his Older Sister was holding. Yuki Tsukumo, beside her, also raised a finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture.
At this moment, deep within Chinatsu's mental world.
This world, normally inaccessible, Chinatsu had learned how to actively enter through Yuki Tsukumo's in-depth research on souls.
Soul, spirit.
Flesh, body.
These two seem to be independent entities, but in the world of Jujutsu, they are intricately linked, influencing each other.
For example, the Disaster Cursed Spirit Mahito's Innate Technique is called "Idle Transfiguration," which allows him to interfere with others' souls through touch, and then, by manipulating the soul, cause the body to deform.
Another example: in the original work, Toji Fushiguro died at the hands of Satoru Gojo, but later, a Jujutsu Sorcerer with "Seance Technique" applied Toji Fushiguro's physical information to her grandson.
Normally, the grandson's soul would control Toji Fushiguro's body, but Toji Fushiguro's body, in turn, suppressed the grandson's soul, bringing Toji Fushiguro's spirit back.
Deep within the mental world, Chinatsu once again saw her other half, like Sukuna. The other party also showed a very surprised expression upon seeing her, but it was quickly suppressed, replaced by an arrogant face.
"Why are you here? Do you want to gloat about your victory? Your personality is truly awful," Altered Chinatsu said, grinning and with an aggressive demeanor.
Chinatsu was somewhat helpless about this. Of course, she wouldn't come to gloat about her victory; that would be too boring. However, this venomous tongue felt like it had not only been inherited but had also surpassed the original, becoming even more potent.
Chinatsu walked up to her other self and slowly raised one of her palms. A faint white, special energy gradually floated above her palm.
This was the power of soul interference. Although Chinatsu's mastery of this ability was still very immature, with a little practice, it would become a sharp blade to eliminate Altered Chinatsu.
Having a means to solve a problem, a normal person should be happy about it. However, Chinatsu lowered her head, gazing at the faint white energy on her palm, lost in thought. Finally, she waved her hand, dispelling the whitish energy.
She lifted her head and looked once more at her other self, bound by shackles. When the azure blue eyes met the crimson red eyes, both fell into a long silence.
"I... will come again."
With that, Chinatsu's figure gradually blurred and distorted, her consciousness returning from the mental world to reality. She slowly opened her eyes, exhaling a breath, and suddenly realized she had been too engrossed, causing her to ignore Yuki Tsukumo.
She immediately turned her head, wanting to apologize to Yuki Tsukumo, who should have been beside her, but found the hospital room empty except for herself. A large group of people had left the room and were standing in the hallway, chatting.
Yuki Tsukumo: I plan to let everyone in the world master Cursed Energy. Although I know it's difficult, I still want to try.
Suguru Geto: All of humanity mastering Cursed Energy? This method is a bit too idealistic, but I like this plan. If you need my help, I will assist.
Satoru Gojo: Since Geto said so, I'll reluctantly make time to help. Anyway, there are fewer Cursed Spirits recently, so our workload is much lighter.
Yuta Okkotsu: I'm... I'm sorry, I promised my family and Rika to travel abroad for a while recently, so I can't help right now. If there's anything I can help with when I return, I'll do my best!
Yuki Tsukumo: Haha, as fellow Special Grade Sorcerers, let's get along well. We'll be very busy on this big stage in the future!
Everyone chatted leisurely. Chinatsu, with her keen senses, listened to their conversation, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly, revealing a relieved smile. She had put a lot of effort into preventing Suguru Geto's descent into darkness.
She turned her head to look at the clear weather outside the window, sighing at the beauty of the world. Although she knew that beauty was only on the surface, if even the surface wasn't beautiful, then what lay beneath was probably even more turbid.
Thinking this, Chinatsu became increasingly restless, wanting to leave the hospital room and go outside. But she knew her physical condition meant she had to stay in bed for at least another ten days to half a month, otherwise, even sitting in a wheelchair wouldn't be comfortable.
Chinatsu helplessly raised a hand and vigorously rubbed her hair. A strange sensation inexplicably surged from her heart. She blinked blankly and tentatively moved her upper body.
Hmm? It doesn't hurt much?
The people chatting in the hallway were not dull-sensed. Such a commotion in the hospital room immediately caught their attention, and they instantly stopped their conversation, pushed open the hospital room door, and walked in.
"Older Sister..."
Satoru Gojo's voice was cut short as soon as it began. The others beside him were the same, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Chinatsu's body had been deemed unresponsive to either modern medicine or Cursed Technique Reverse. She could only slowly recover on her own.
But at that moment, Chinatsu was standing by the hospital bed. Chinatsu, who had previously found even slight movements painful, was now turning left and right, doing warm-up exercises.
"What kind of medical miracle is this..."