Jujutsu High.
"So, you let Jogo escape, didn't you?"
Hearing this, Shion trembled slightly, kneeling on the tatami mat with an innocent, dutiful expression.
"Bro, I already twisted Jogo's head off! I really finished him!" Satoru Gojo protested.
"But then a Cursed Spirit with branches growing from its face appeared and used a technique that neutralized my aggression. Plus, I was holding Itadori-kun at the time, so their escape was inevitable, wasn't it?"
Shion rubbed his hair helplessly. "Well, never mind. This can't be blamed on you."
He wasn't surprised that Hanami had rescued Jogo, especially with Kenjaku involved. Last time, Shion had nearly killed Kenjaku and Hanami, yet they had escaped. Schemers like Kenjaku, after a thousand years of plotting, valued their lives above all.
To truly eliminate Kenjaku, Shion, Satoru, and Suguru would have to act simultaneously, trapping him and erasing him in one blow.
"Should we set a trap?" Shion considered using the Sukuna's Finger stored at Jujutsu High as bait, planning to finish Kenjaku once and for all with Satoru and Suguru. He never hesitated; his principle was simple—pull weeds by the root.
"This is tricky…"
Sunny beach.
Hanami and Mahito played beach ball, with Dagon, an octopus-like Cursed Womb, acting as referee. And the ball was little Jogo's head.
Jogo shook with impotent rage. "Hey! You two bastards! Put me down!"
Kenjaku, disguised in Itadori Kaori's skin, smirked. "How was it, Jogo? How strong is Gojo Satoru?"
Hanami held Jogo's head in both hands, turning him toward Kenjaku. The courage he'd shown earlier had vanished, replaced with solemn fear. Remembering Satoru's crushing Domain Expansion, Jogo couldn't hide his terror.
"That guy… he's unbelievably strong! I'm no match for him!"
"Kenjaku, are you sure Gojo Shion is stronger than Gojo Satoru? I can't imagine a monster stronger than him!"
Kenjaku smiled, "Recover first, then go try fighting Shion."
Jogo wisely chose silence. If he acted, Hanami and the others would likely attend his funeral.
Hanami asked, "Kenjaku, there's only one Prison Realm. Do we really need to use it on Gojo Shion?"
"Of course. He's the strongest, so using it on him is the most cost-effective."
Hanami hesitated. "Even if we succeed, can the Prison Realm truly hold him?"
Kenjaku fell silent. A thousand years of life hadn't prepared him for Shion. Only Sukuna had ever radiated such transcendent presence. He doubted anyone could activate the Prison Realm in time against him.
"Then what do you propose?"
"Gojo Satoru or Geto Suguru." Hanami's tone was decisive. "Considering cost and probability, trapping one of them is our best bet."
Kenjaku nodded. Shion was the greatest obstacle over the past thousand years. Sealing his biological younger brother might destabilize him further.
"What about Sukuna's vessel?"
Uraume, usually silent, spoke coldly. "Are we not resurrecting Sukuna?"
Kenjaku shook his head. "Itadori is prepared for Sukuna, but he's inside Jujutsu High. Trying to take him under Shion and Satoru's noses is absurd."
Frost formed on Uraume's hands. "What do you mean? Are you abandoning Sukuna's resurrection?"
Kenjaku smiled wryly. "Calm down. After a thousand years, I wouldn't foolishly prepare only this one vessel."
"Follow me."
Kenjaku led the group into a vast underground space. In the deepest chamber, a young man was suspended naked in a large culture dish filled with transparent liquid. Tubes ran across his body, a breathing mask covering his face. His light pink hair strongly resembled Itadori Yuji's.
"This Flesh Vessel is three hundred years old. His compatibility with Sukuna rivals Itadori's," Kenjaku said. "I call him… Daiten."
"Why not feed him all the Fingers now?"
"After three centuries of dormancy, he must absorb vast amounts of Cursed Energy to reach a point where he can endure Sukuna's descent," Kenjaku explained.
Uraume frowned. "How do we generate enough energy?"
Kenjaku's smile turned sinister. "Cursed Energy comes from negative human emotions—greed, fear, jealousy, resentment… The best way to produce them is through endless death and bloodshed."
Mahito grinned wickedly. "Killing people? Wonderful!"
Jogo, just a head, laughed. "If it's killing, I'll burn all of Japan to ashes!"
Kenjaku sneered internally. They were indeed brainless Cursed Spirits.
"No! Don't forget Gojo Shion and the others!" he commanded.
"We must lure the 'strongest trio' away from Tokyo," Kenjaku instructed.
"Dagon, Hanami, Jogo, head to Shikoku, Kyushu, and Hokkaido, respectively. The Jujutsu World can only respond with these three. If you meet them, flee immediately; stall them, nothing more."
Hanami and Dagon nodded. Jogo disliked the tone but didn't argue.
"Mahito, your ability creates panic. Stay in Tokyo and wreak havoc; the bigger the commotion, the better!"
"Uraume and I will assist from the sidelines."
Mahito licked his scarlet tongue. "Everyone!"
Kenjaku's grin turned manic. "This is the ritual to welcome the King of Curses!"
"Kill freely! I want rivers of blood!"
===
If you want to read more, there are up to 80 chapters available on patreon.
Patreon.com/ _Zeph