Amenotejikara.
Chibaku Tensei.
Shinra Tensei.
Banshō Ten'in.
They no longer needed to be learned. They existed as instinct.
"So this… is the realm of the gods."
Rin clenched his fist, sensing the immense power surging through him.
The tomoe within his eyes slowed, then vanished as his pupils returned to their usual black.
The Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him disappeared at a thought, sinking back into his body.
All of his power was restrained.
Standing there, he appeared no different from an ordinary man, without the slightest trace of Cursed Energy.
Yet with a single thought, he could overturn the balance of the entire world.
Rin stepped down from the boulder.
In the next instant, his figure flickered—and he was already standing before the laboratory.
"Rin! What happened to that mountain just now? Was that an earthquake?"
Shinobu Kochō hurried out, holding a stack of clipboards, worry clear in her eyes.
"It's nothing. Just a breakthrough. The disturbance was a bit loud."
Rin reached out and ruffled her hair, then glanced past her shoulder at the electronic display outside the lab, which simulated real-world time.
December 24, 2017.
Seeing the date, a faint smile formed on his lips.
He remembered it well.
In the original timeline, this was the day Geto Suguru launched the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, unleashing thousands of cursed spirits across Shinjuku and Kyoto, using them to pin down Jujutsu High's forces while he infiltrated the school to seize the Special Grade Cursed spirit, Rika.
It was the climax of Jujutsu Kaisen 0.
More importantly, it was the moment Kenjaku, the schemer who had waited for a thousand years, would finally move to claim Geto Suguru's body.
"Looks like my seclusion ended at the right time."
Rin turned and walked toward the star gate.
"Shinobu, don't make dinner tonight. I'm heading out to watch a show… and catch a rat that's been hiding for over a decade."
"Be careful."
…
Dusk.
Shinjuku, Tokyo.
The once bustling district had turned into a scene from hell.
The sky was covered by a dense shroud of cursed energy. The blood-red glow of the setting sun filtered through, casting an eerie light over the ruined streets.
Air-raid sirens wailed through the air.
Civilians had already been evacuated under the direction of assistant managers.
Now, the streets were overrun.
Hundreds of cursed spirits of all shapes and sizes roamed freely.
They roared, crawling across the glass facades of skyscrapers, spewing venom and flames.
"Kill all these monkeys! Build a paradise for jujutsu sorcerers!"
A group of curse users in uniform black robes, remnants of the Star Religious Group, directed cursed spirits as they clashed violently with the teachers and students of Jujutsu High.
"Don't let them break through! Exorcise them all!"
Zen'in Maki moved like a hunting panther, her naginata slicing a Grade 3 cursed spirit clean in half. Inumaki Toge pulled down his collar and spoke a single command.
"Burst."
The cursed spirits before him detonated instantly.
Panda charged headfirst into the chaos, smashing through anything in his path.
Just as the battle reached a deadlock...
Boom!
A brilliant pillar of pale blue light descended from the sky.
With overwhelming force, it tore through the battlefield, carving out a vacuum zone hundreds of meters long where cursed spirits had been densely packed.
Gojo Satoru hovered in midair.
He wore neither blindfold nor sunglasses. His Six Eyes gazed coldly over the battlefield below.
Twelve years of growth had made his presence immeasurably deeper.
"That idiot Suguru… not showing himself, just throwing out fodder to stall for time."
Gojo's gaze pierced through layers of cursed energy, turning toward the distant direction of Jujutsu High.
"Trying to lure me away?"
He was about to teleport back to the school... Buzz.
A faint yet chilling ripple of space spread less than thirty meters away.
It wasn't the presence of a cursed spirit.
Nor that of a sorcerer.
It was something beyond this world, silent and destructive.
Gojo snapped his head toward it.
On the rooftop of the tallest building in Shinjuku...
A young man in a black trench coat stood casually on the edge.
One hand in his pocket.
The other flipping a coin idly between his fingers.
Those deep, pitch-black eyes looked down from above at the battlefield below, a grinding slaughterhouse of curses and sorcerers.
"Been over ten years. Your efficiency at cleaning up trash has dropped quite a bit, Gojo~."
Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank.
The Six Eyes screamed in warning.
Eleven years ago, he couldn't see through this man.
Eleven years later, he still couldn't.
Worse, beneath that calm exterior, he now sensed something far more terrifying—something that felt capable of crushing the entire world.
"Is it.. is it you?!"
Gojo landed on a nearby rooftop, his gaze locking onto Rin.
"What, you don't recognize me?"
Rin flicked the coin in his hand.
It arced through the air.
The moment it began to fall—The black in his eyes faded.
A pair of pale violet Rinnegan, each marked with six rotating tomoe, opened under the twilight.
Rin raised his right hand, fingers spread, aiming down at the swarm of cursed spirits flooding the streets.
"Banshō Ten'in."
Boom—!
An overwhelming gravitational force erupted outward, centered on his palm.
The pavement below, streetlights, wrecked cars—
Even the hundreds of massive cursed spirits—
Everything groaned under the strain of that impossible pull.
The very air seemed to warp.
"Awooo—!"
The cursed spirits howled in panic, digging claws into the ground in a futile attempt to resist.
It was useless.
Under the stunned gazes of both sorcerers and curse users.. Hundreds of cursed spirits were dragged upward, torn free from gravity, screaming as they spiraled toward a single point in the sky.
"What… what is that?!"
Zen'in Maki froze mid-swing, staring upward in shock.
At the instant the mass of writhing flesh compressed into a single grotesque sphere, "Shinra Tensei." Rin's expression remained indifferent as his hand turned.
In a fraction of a second, overwhelming attraction became overwhelming repulsion.
Bang—!
A silent detonation erupted in the sky.
The massive sphere formed from hundreds of cursed spirits was erased completely.
No blood. No remains.
Only fine particles scattered into the air.
One move.
The battlefield was cleared.
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