"Hey, old man!"
Dressed in a police uniform, Takaba Fumihiko stopped the tricycle-riding White Zetsu in the middle of the street.
Takaba's face stiffened as he pointed accusingly at the backseat cargo.
"Where do you think you're going in broad daylight?!"
"And why are you hauling an entire cart full of machetes?!"
White Zetsu shook the flip-flops on his feet and sneered disdainfully.
"Come on now, officer—"
"If I'm carrying machetes, obviously it's to chop people up.
What, you think I'm throwing a party?"
Takaba's face darkened. He abruptly pulled a water gun from his jacket pocket!
"Watch your attitude! I'm the legendary sharpshooter of Erxian Bridge!"
Even with the water gun pointed at his head, White Zetsu remained perfectly calm as he pulled a cigar from somewhere beneath his crotch.
"Officer, people ought to follow principles, you know."
"I haven't broken any laws, so why're you pointing a gun at me?"
"Hmph!"
Takaba snorted coldly and kicked the tricycle tire.
The baskets of machetes in the back rattled loudly.
Racking the water gun dramatically, Takaba declared in a stern voice:
"You call this not breaking the law?!"
"Driving a tricycle in flip-flops at Erxian Bridge is a capital offense!"
White Zetsu's expression changed instantly as he yanked out a three-meter-long machete from the backseat.
"Erxian Bridge?!"
"This is my turf—Causeway Bay!"
The moment those words fell—
The bustling city street under the sunlight instantly transformed into a blood-soaked underworld battlefield straight out of a gangster film.
"Take this, Chicken! Big Bro's taking you out to chop people up!"
Takaba blinked in confusion.
"My name's Takaba, not Chicken!"
"And also…"
Pointing at the lighter White Zetsu had just handed him, Takaba asked blankly:
"How exactly am I supposed to chop people with this thing?"
"At least give me a machete! If not… give me back my water gun!"
Rolling up his sleeves, White Zetsu spoke gravely:
"What do we need knives for? What do we need guns for?"
"When you're part of the underworld, what matters is influence! Connections!"
"When they come, just tell them you work for the President of the United States. Nobody'll dare touch you!"
Takaba was about to argue further when hordes of delinquent-like cursed spirits armed with baseball bats and machetes suddenly surrounded them from all directions!
An overwhelming sea of Grade 1 Curses flooded the streets, led by a Special Grade Curse with a human body and a crow's head.
"Crow! So it really was you!"
Stretching his neck arrogantly, White Zetsu shouted:
"Don't think you're hot stuff just because you've got numbers! My little brother Chicken here can fight like crazy!"
As he spoke, White Zetsu shoved Takaba — still holding the lighter — to the front of the crowd.
"Hmph, don't give me that crap, Bai Haojue!"
"Lemme tell you something — my little brother Big Fly already blocked the back exit with his men!"
Half-naked from the waist up, Crow shoved three pale-skinned five-year-old children forward.
"My wife and I were married sixteen years… and not one of these three kids is actually mine!"
"White Zetsu… you really deserve to die!!!"
Grinding his teeth furiously, Crow pointed his blade toward Takaba.
"Brothers, charge!!!"
"WAAARGH!!!"
Waving bats and machetes overhead, the mob surged forward!
Holding the lighter, Takaba instantly broke out in cold sweat.
"Oh! Hah! OHHH!"
White Zetsu suddenly pulled yet another three-meter-long chainsaw from beneath his crotch, sparks flying everywhere!
Guarding Takaba's back, White Zetsu roared:
"Charge, Chicken! Big Bro'll carve out a path for you with blood!"
Near the edge of the central battlefield, Atsuya Kusakabe's face was black as charcoal.
"Batto Style: Iai Evening Moon!"
SHING!!!
Long tears were slashed across his brown coat, while the black suit underneath was already soaked through with sweat.
Sent flying backward, Kusakabe gritted his teeth.
"Another damn monster…!"
Above him loomed the dharma wheel and the massive, muscular figure of Mahoraga.
Faced with the troublesome opponent dumped on him by Yuta Okkotsu, Kusakabe was furious enough to grind his teeth apart.
"BOOM!!!"
A crushing left hook descended, only to be blocked head-on by Maki Zenin's overwhelming physical strength!
Shockwaves exploded outward layer after layer as the ground beneath Maki's feet shattered apart!
Even as gravity forced her knees to bend, Maki swung her blade horizontally toward Mahoraga's abdomen!
CLANG!!!
A piercing metallic roar erupted, and the short sword in Maki's hand was nearly knocked away!
After merely two exchanges, Mahoraga had already adapted to the sword's built-in critical-hit technique.
Nearby, Utahime Iori and Principal Yoshinobu Gakuganji sat cross-legged, dancing and playing music.
The amplification from the "Solo Forbidden Zone" technique was entirely focused onto Kusakabe and Maki.
Although Mahoraga was also within the buffed domain, its adaptive nature prevented it from receiving any technique enhancement.
It was similar to how, in canon, Gojo could use the attraction of Blue to accelerate himself, yet after adapting to Blue, Mahoraga could no longer perceive its attractive force.
As for Maki's Heavenly Restriction, there was no need to elaborate — her strength came purely from overwhelming physical power.
Meanwhile, Kusakabe was the only Grade 1 sorcerer at Jujutsu High who achieved that rank without possessing an innate technique.
Relying solely on New Shadow Style and his sword-drawing techniques, he was capable of serving as an instructor for the second-years.
Kusakabe was far from weak, especially with Utahime's technique amplifying him to two hundred percent of his normal output.
Mahoraga could not adapt to pure physical combat or slashes without cursed technique enhancement.
That was why Yuta had specifically chosen Kusakabe and Maki for this role.
And Yuta himself had already rushed ahead toward the central battlefield.
Even in this situation, the gentle Yuta still didn't want Maki to confront the older brother connected to her by blood.
"Technique Release: Thunder Roar Cannon!!!"
The blossoming beam of thunderfire resembled a raging lotus flower in bloom!
The immense cursed energy contained within it was enough to rival even Satoru Gojo's full-powered Hollow Technique: Purple!
Hajime Kashimo had reconstructed his own flesh. Even the "dantian" storing cursed energy could freely shift positions while the brain engraved with his cursed technique operated at maximum capacity.
Once "Mythical Beast Amber" ended, regardless of whether his enemy lived or died, Kashimo's body itself would completely collapse.
That was the meaning behind a cursed technique usable only once in a lifetime.
The ultimate forbidden art—
A power that multiplied combat strength tenfold!
One of Mirai's clones paused slightly, violet light flickering in his eyes as he raised a single hand before himself.
"BZZZZT—!"
At that instant, the entire sky shone as bright as day!
The electromagnetic blast powerful enough to injure even Ryomen Sukuna slowly dissipated.
Glancing at the faint smoke rising from his palm, Future looked toward the inhuman monster wreathed in lightning and flame before him and smiled.
"You're impressive."
"Unfortunately… you chose to revive in my era."
"No."
Kashimo laughed freely as his figure shot before Mirai once again!
His clawed strike gleamed with deadly cold light as cursed energy erupted violently outward!
"It's precisely because I revived in this era… that I'm most satisfied!"
The inhuman-speed slash was caught effortlessly by Mirai in a single hand.
Black lightning flashed for an instant.
"Right… I almost forgot. You're just a battle maniac."
The moment those words fell—
A black-flash-coated fist slammed heavily into Kashimo's abdomen!
"BOOM!!!"
Kashimo's body spun violently through the air, crashing over a hundred meters away while vomiting massive mouthfuls of blood mixed with shattered organs.
His curled-up body trembled instinctively in midair.
Whether from fear…
Or exhilaration.
Elsewhere, the fully incarnated Ryomen Sukuna was already fighting another of Mirai's clones in complete madness!
Towering explosions repeatedly overturned and reshaped the entirety of Shibuya!
And at that very moment—
Mirai's true body smiled as he walked toward his final opponent.
"Satoru Gojo…"
"Do you have any last words?"
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