Jujutsu Kaisen: Shadow King.

Amidst everyone's expectant gaze.

The ball of liquid fluid emitting platinum light in the air gradually solidified into shape.

More wild than before.

A huge machete with fangs.

The blade is as rough as a door panel, and there is a bristle of flowing white hair where it connects to the handle.

The overall design is roughly the same as the Soul Release Sword prototype, but it is closer to Tessaiga in "Inuyasha", and the two have almost the same appearance.

Adhering to the principle of "do it as soon as you think of it", Mirai directly ordered: "Otome, engrave "Tessaiga" on the blade. This will be the new name of Shin Gomaru."

"it is good."

The future has orders.

There is nothing wrong with Yamabuki Otome.

But Maki on the side instantly got furious.

"what?!"

"What are you two dogs going to do to my Zhen Gang Pills?!"

Maki tried to stop it.

But Yamabuki Otome was faster.

The Shinsei Shingo Maru has engravings on the blade near the handle, with the Chinese characters for "Tessaiga" on one side and the Japanese words for "Tessaiga" on the other.

"What a great duck!"

He angrily snatched the renamed "Tessaiga" from Yamabuki Otome's hands.

Maki wields the unrivaled edge of "Tessaiga" with the tremendous power of "Heaven and Tyrant".

Suddenly, a fierce wind pressure like "Wind Wound" was generated, instantly blowing away all the grass on the playground and heading straight for the person who named it.

"I'll hack you to death!"

"Hey~"

"Can't hit =w="

"I just can't hit it =w="

Future moved around like a serpent, even "No Bottom Line" was not spared. "Six Eyes" found the gap of "Wind Wound" in just a moment and avoided it easily.

In the process of chasing the future, Maki became more and more proficient in controlling Tessaiga, and almost every strike of the sword could complete the demolition of the teaching building.

The rest of the crowd stared in amazement at the increasingly violent fight between the two, which was as chaotic as a tornado destroying a parking lot, and had a vague feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Ye Mo Zhengdao was squatting on the toilet in the principal's office.

All I felt was a whistling wind and the shaking of an earthquake.

The doors and windows that were not closed tightly rustled and shattered.

"Ah?"

"Why is the wind so noisy today?"

"There are no typhoon and earthquake warnings on mobile phones..."

Ye Moth Zhengdao was still confused.

Bang! ! !

There was a sudden loud explosion.

When Ye Moth Zhengdao came to his senses, he was stunned for a moment.

Because the walls, roof and all interior decorations of the principal's office were all blown away, only the toilet under his bare buttocks was still intact.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The figures of Mirai with her hands in her pockets and Maki holding a sword.

It stands on two pieces of ruins on the left and right.

It caught the eyes of Ye Mo Zheng Dao, who was still squatting on the toilet in a daze.

He found himself chopping up the principal's office building.

Maki immediately calmed down and came out of her red-hot frenzy.

then.

She habitually glanced towards the direction of the moth.

In an instant.

The powerful eyesight of "Heaven and Tyrant".

Let her have a clear view of the righteous path of the night moth.

And instantly compared it with the only thing he had accidentally seen when he was young.

Then he looked puzzled and asked subconsciously: "What is that? Is it an earthworm?"

The mouth runs in front and the brain chases behind.

As soon as Maki said this.

She immediately realized something was wrong.

He quickly kept quiet, covered his eyes and turned his head away.

Ye Mo Zheng Dao heard this.

Suddenly his old face turned red as if it was on fire, like a monkey's butt.

He was so embarrassed that he almost felt ashamed and so awkward that he could have dug out an entire galaxy with his feet.

Worse.

He had nowhere to hide.

He could only helplessly cover his last bit of dignity as a man with his hands.

At this time.

There was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The future seemed to realize it belatedly and stepped forward to block the secret of the moth's righteous path from being exposed.

"Maki, what you said is extremely ignorant and rude."

"Just because you have seen the vastness of the ocean, you cannot despise the vastness of the lake."

"Senophora Sensai is still strong and strong as he ages, and he is already quite outstanding."

"It is just that the 'Holy Sword' has not been unsheathed yet. Only when the 'Holy Sword' is unsheathed will the true light of the blade be released."

"what?!"

"But you clearly just--wooooo!"

Seeing that Maki was still trying to reveal her secret, Mirai's mouth twitched, and he quickly flashed to her side and blocked her mouth in time.

The following words are not allowed to be said!

It would be scary to tell you!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

……

"The train bound for Shibuya Hirakawa is about to enter lane 1."

"For safety reasons, please stand inside the yellow line..."

Harajuku.

Takeshita Pedestrian Street.

Yuji Itadori was leaning on the roadside railing and eating an ice cream, while Megumi Fushiguro kept glancing towards the station.

"There are only three of us in the first grade. Isn't that too few?" complained Yuji Itadori.

"Have you ever seen someone who can see curses before?" Megumi Fushiguro asked back.

Yuji Itadori thought for a moment and said, "Uh...it seems not."

"Oh, as for the press release, I only recently found out that he is a sorcerer. He didn't even tell me before. That's really too much."

"So that's what I mean." Fushiguro Megumi sighed.

"Spellcasters are so rare that some people may not even encounter one in their entire life."

"Which way has more goods?"

"That sorcerer really has a hard time, there are so few of them."

"By the way, why is my uniform a little different from yours, Fushiguro? The collar is red, and it has a hood."

After finishing the remaining ice cream in one bite, Yuji Itadori looked curiously at the pure black high school uniform on Megumi Fushiguro.

"This..."

Fushiguro Megumi turned around and explained, "The uniforms of the technical college can be freely modified according to personal preferences."

"There's a senior named Qi Luo Luo in the third year of technical high school. He has altered his uniform so much that it's unrecognizable."

"Oh~"

"Si Guoyi!"

"But I don't remember that I ever asked for any modification to the uniform?" Yuji Itadori was a little confused.

"It was Chanyuan Sensai who helped you change it = ="

"Ugh?!"

"Oh press machine?!"

"Why?!" Yuji Itadori was even more confused.

"Because Zenin Sensai said that this is how you should be like Yuji."

"what??"

"What do you mean by should..." Yuji Itadori pulled his uniform with some difficulty: "Oh, he is too self-righteous."

"But I quite like this uniform."

"My dad only gave me money since I was a kid. This is the first time I've received something other than money from him. I feel happy."

Although it was just a casual change, Yuji Itadori cherished it very much.

"Then it's too early for you to be happy = ="

Since the person was not there, Megumi Fushiguro could make comments without any psychological burden.

"Zenyuan Sensai is very willful. He does whatever he wants and doesn't care about the feelings of the people involved. He just wants to be happy."

"This."

“I’m actually used to it.”

Yuji Itadori scratched his head with a smile, not being hit at all.

"When I was still breastfeeding, my parents were still at home."

"But they were too busy fighting on the sofa to take care of me. My dad thought it was troublesome, so he just taped me to the wall."

"I cried because I was hungry, and then my dad put me down. After my mom finished feeding me, my dad would stick me back up, and then they would continue fighting."

"what?!"

Fushiguro Megumi exclaimed in surprise.

The amount of information contained in Yuji Itadori's words just now was so enormous that he didn't know where to start complaining.

fight……

It should be something like that, right?

and.

What the hell is this déjà vu?