The outskirts of Shibuya, the Zone B commercial district.
'Click.'
The sound of the communicator being cut off unilaterally was exceptionally clear on the silent rooftop.
Suguru Geto stood silently on the roof of a half-collapsed shopping mall, holding the communicator for a full thirty seconds.
The night wind whipped his iconic gojo-kesa robes, making them flutter loudly in the air.
"That kid... he's reckless as ever."
Suguru Geto slowly lowered his hand. A trace of helplessness flickered in his narrow eyes, but it was overshadowed by a profound sense of trust.
If anyone else had claimed they were going to solo a fifteen-finger Sukuna, Suguru would have thought they were insane or simply seeking death.
But the person who said it was Yoru.
The man who, in the summer of 2006, used his mortal body to forcibly shatter the shackles of fate and pull him back from the bottomless abyss of darkness.
The monster who wielded a burning black and red blade and could suppress even the Sorcerer Killer in a direct confrontation.
"Since you've entrusted me with your back..."
Suguru Geto tilted his head slightly, gazing at the Shibuya skyline, which was dyed deep red by cursed energy.
"Then even if I have to put my life on the line, I won't let any trash disturb your battle!"
The moment the words left his lips, a terrifying surge of cursed energy erupted from his body like a volcanic explosion, soaring into the sky!
BOOM!
Dense black cursed energy, almost physical in its intensity, swirled and gathered frantically around him.
As the timelines gradually merged,
the Suguru Geto standing on the rooftop was no longer a puppet possessed by Kenjaku. Instead, he was the original who had lurked in the shadows for the past twelve years as a rogue curse user.
He had not only evaded the surveillance of the jujutsu authorities but had also ceaselessly consumed and subjugated countless powerful cursed spirits!
Suguru Geto's current strength was far greater than even during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons in the original timeline!
'Maximum: Uzumaki?'
"No, today there's no need for such crude expenditure."
Suguru Geto slowly raised his right hand and clenched his long fingers in the air!
"Come forth, my legion."
"Night Parade of a Hundred Demons!"
Along with Suguru's cold and majestic whisper, fit for a king,
ROAR!
HISS!
Hundreds of bone-chilling roars exploded simultaneously, as if from the deepest depths of hell!
The space behind Suguru began to warp violently as one massive black vortex after another appeared out of thin air.
Immediately after, cursed spirits of immense size and varied forms poured out of the black vortices like a bursting dam!
Grade 1 spirits, Grade 2 spirits, and even several Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirits emitting a terrifying pressure!
They blotted out the sky, swarming densely above Suguru's head and completely obscuring the already dim Shibuya night sky!
"Go."
Suguru Geto looked down coldly at the chaotic streets below, his eyes devoid of pity.
"Tear apart every malicious humanoid creature—every curse user—in this area."
"As for the ordinary people..."
Suguru's voice paused as a memory of the summer of 2006 surfaced: Yoru's words to him on the temple steps.
'Power is for protecting the weak.'
"Transport all the civilians out safely."
"If even one civilian dies, none of you need to return."
ROAR!
Upon receiving their master's command, the terrifying army of thousands of cursed spirits instantly turned into a black torrent of steel, diving toward the streets below!
On the streets of Zone B, several curse users under Kenjaku were unscrupulously slaughtering civilians fleeing in all directions.
"Hahaha! Run! Run as hard as you can!"
A burly curse user with a serrated greatsword laughed maniacally as he cleaved a nearby car in half.
"Shibuya is our playground now!"
"Die, you monkeys!"
Just as he prepared to swing his blade at a mother and daughter shivering in a corner,
the light above dimmed without warning.
"Huh? Why did it get so dark?"
The curse user reflexively looked up.
The next second, the maniacal laughter on his face froze, replaced by an extreme terror that words couldn't describe.
"What... what the hell are these things?!"
Dozens of giant centipede-like cursed spirits were above him, their fanged maws wide open as they pounced!
SQUELCH!
Without even a chance to scream,
the curse user who had just been flaunting his power was instantly torn to shreds by several Grade 1 spirits!
Foul-smelling blood splattered in front of the mother and daughter, but not a single drop harmed them.
Next, a relatively small flying cursed spirit that looked like a giant magic carpet landed gently beside them.
Under their terrified gazes, the spirit did not attack. Instead, it used its tentacles to gently lift them onto its back.
It then quickly flew toward the safety of the Shibuya outskirts.
Similar scenes were playing out in every corner of Zone B.
Against Suguru's massive and organized army, the arrogant curse users were like paper toys, ruthlessly crushed and devoured!
Meanwhile, the panicked civilians were shielded by various flying and barrier-type spirits, escorted in an orderly fashion away from the carnage.
"Dammit! What's happening?!"
"Are these spirits insane? Why are they attacking us?!"
"It's Cursed Spirit Manipulation! It's Lord Geto's technique!"
A few Grade 1 curse users who had narrowly survived shouted in terror, recognizing the origin of these spirits.
But they couldn't understand why the 'Suguru Geto' who was supposed to lead them had suddenly turned against them.
"Confused, are you?"
A cold, mocking voice suddenly echoed from behind them.
The men froze and stiffly turned their heads.
Suguru Geto had appeared behind them at some unknown moment.
His hands were tucked into the pockets of his gojo-kesa, a chilling smile playing on his lips.
"Ge... Geto-sama? What is the meaning of this?"
One curse user asked, stammering as he fought back his fear.
"We are Lord Kenjaku's..."
SLICE!
Before he could finish, an invisible slash swept across his neck!
His head flew into the air, blood erupting like a fountain!
"Kenjaku?"
Suguru Geto stepped over the headless corpse, his gaze turning colder and more violent than ever before.
"That disgusting insect who stole my arm and even dared to covet my body..."
"Does he think he deserves to be called 'Lord' in my presence?"
Suguru slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of rubble, searching for the true mastermind hidden behind the scenes in the chaos of Shibuya.
"Kenjaku, I know you're still in Shibuya."
"You stole my arm, took Rika's shell, and even tried to drag the whole world into the abyss."
Suguru's voice wasn't loud, but amplified by cursed energy, it echoed clearly across all of Zone B.
"But you can never steal my true soul or my power."
"Now, it is time for you to pay the price for everything you've done."
BOOM!
As Suguru finished speaking, two more massive figures emerged from the void behind him!
These were two powerful Imaginary Cursed Spirits whose strength surpassed even ordinary Special Grades!
One was wreathed in lightning like a descending Thunder God; the other emitted a bone-chilling frost that seemed capable of freezing everything.
"Cleanse this entire area."
Suguru Geto coldly issued his final ultimatum.
"Yoru is fighting for his life up ahead. As his best friend, the least I can do is clean up this small fry."
"Tonight, anyone associated with Kenjaku..."
"Leave not a single one alive!"
With the roars of the two Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirits, all of Zone B became a graveyard for curse users.
Suguru Geto stood in the center of the cursed spirits, like a peerless general commanding ten thousand troops.
His gaze remained fixed on a certain direction in Shibuya.
He knew that the one Yoru was about to face was the most terrifying monster in the world.
All he could do now was clear this battlefield of any lingering threats as quickly as possible!
"Kenjaku... where exactly are you hiding?"
Suguru's eyes narrowed with focus.
On this ever-changing night in Shibuya, it seemed the true mastermind was still brewing an even grander scheme.