Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

The air froze completely at that moment.

Sukuna's "release" had already touched the tip of the nose of the new moon. This was a "release" that was almost at zero distance, and even Gojo Satoru wouldn't dare say that he could definitely receive it.

In the eyes of the two Sukuna, the boy before them was already a corpse.

However, what happened was beyond his expectations.

The domain cast by the person before me did not have an open barrier, nor was it an open domain like his.

All around him, streams of color intertwined, constantly collapsing into his body and overflowing outwards.

"Buzz—!"

In that instant, the powers of the twelve talismans were no longer limited by time, and they overlapped wildly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Pfft!"

Sukuna's slash penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the flesh, but could not go any deeper. This "release" that could normally cut through everything was like a dull knife cutting flesh when it hit the skin of the new moon, leaving only a shallow scar, which was healed instantly after it appeared.

"Oh?"

Su Nuo's dark red pupils narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of "interest" in his eyes.

There's no nonsense on the first day of the twelfth month.

He stomped forward, and the asphalt on the ground softened and bounced up, launching him like a cannonball toward the King of Curses.

"hold head high--!"

The power of the [Dragon] gathered in his right fist, while the power of the [Pig] burst forth from his eyes. Crimson flames accompanied by incandescent lasers erupted with the brightness of the sun within a distance of less than half a meter.

"Boom!"

Sukuna raised his hand to block. The violent shockwave instantly leveled the area within a hundred meters of where the two stood. Sukuna's arms showed charred marks; it was the first real "injury" he had suffered since arriving in Shibuya.

"This power doesn't belong to this world." Sukuna laughed loudly. "Interesting, very interesting!"

Su Nu suddenly spread his arms wide, preparing to unleash an even larger-scale massacre.

Just then, Su Nuo's body trembled violently. The black lines on his face began to fade rapidly, and the oppressive, suffocating aura of evil receded like a tide.

"Tsk, kid, see you next time, but don't die."

"……December?"

Hisahito Itadori's eyes, which had been filled with terror and pain, regained their clarity. He looked at his companion, half-covered in blood and with a crazed gaze, then at the desolate ruins around him. The memories of Sukuna's slaughter within the domain corroded his sanity like a deadly poison.

"You...are...finally...awakened."

The domain that December Shuo activated this time was actually incomplete; he only controlled half of the talisman power. When the domain was activated, the other half of the talisman power was constantly surging within his body, trying to rush outwards, and he could only forcibly hold it in. With Su Nuo's departure, December Shuo's mind relaxed, and the power to forcibly unify the talismans instantly dissipated, producing an extremely strong backlash.

"Click."

That was the sound of his mechanical watch shattering.

On the first day of the twelfth month, blood mist gushed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears simultaneously. Due to the dual pressure of frequently switching spells and forcibly activating his domain, his brain tissue had begun to partially die from overheating.

He fell backward like a dead tree trunk.

"Shuo!"

Yuuji Itadori let out a mournful cry, enduring the excruciating pain of his soul being torn apart, and caught him before the new moon hit the ground. He couldn't feel the boy's heartbeat, only his faint, almost nonexistent breath.

"I'll take you... to find Miss Shoko... Hang in there!"

With December 1st on his back, Itsuki ran madly through the ruins. He avoided the collapsing buildings and the cyborgs still wandering around. Memories of Sukuna's massacre kept replaying in his mind, his vision blurred with tears, but he dared not stop.

......

Shibuya Station, B4 level.

"Three to seven."

A blunt blade, wreathed in cursed power, precisely severed the spine of a cyborg. Nanami Kento pushed up the green goggles on his nose; his expensive suit was already stained with dark red blood, and his breathing sounded like a broken bellows.

"Mr. Nanami, the number hasn't decreased at all!" Ino Takuma growled from behind, his "Visiting Auspicious Beast" already swaying due to excessive exhaustion of its magical power.

Nanami Kento remained silent. He felt the tremors emanating from the ground, a tremor powerful enough to send shivers down one's spine—it was the aura of Sukuna. Although he was too far away to know the extent of the battle above, the strange power that burst forth and vanished abruptly at the end gave him an unprecedented sense of unease.

"Report the current situation to Kokichi." Nanami pressed the miniature communicator to her ear, her cold tone interrupting Ino's anxiety.

"Yumon is still on level B5 and hasn't moved." Kokichi's voice was distorted by electronic interference in the loudspeaker. "Sukuna is asleep, and Itadori is currently carrying the unconscious December 1st back to Ieiri Shoko's coordinates."

"In addition, the three top-tier cursed spirits, Louhu, Huayu, and Tuogen, have been confirmed dead."

As Nanami Kento watched the cyborgs surge forth again like a tide, he slowly unbuttoned his suit cuffs.

"Really... I guess I'll have to keep working overtime." His eyes showed a hint of weariness, but more than that, a resolute determination.

......

"Oh my, it's so beautiful."

The man sat down on the broken steel beam, his legs swinging lightly. His gaze pierced through the barriers of several floors, fixed intently on December 1st, who was being carried on Huzhang's back.

In his unique senses, the soul of the new moon was originally a treasure trove of twelve colors. But now, that soul was trembling violently due to overload, like a beautiful porcelain vase riddled with cracks, ready to shatter at any moment.

"The scent has gotten stronger." The real person grinned, revealing a nauseatingly bright smile. "Is it because it's about to spoil?"

He was in no hurry to pursue. As a cursed spirit born from human hatred of other humans, what he enjoyed most was not killing, but the moment of "change".

He turned to look to his side. There, several students from the Tokyo school were struggling to cope with the cyborg army he had unleashed.

"Hey, you girl with the hammer." Makoto waved to Kugizaki Nobara, who was not far away, his tone as relaxed as if he had met an old friend, "Want to play a game?"

The wild rose responded with three nails piercing the darkness.

"Stop talking to yourself, you Frankenstein's monster!" Kugizaki's eyes were sharp as knives, and even though she was covered in wounds, her unyielding pride never faded.

The real person nimbly dodged to the side, letting out a light laugh.

"That look in your eyes... ah, it makes you want to crush it with your own hands."

......

Kyoto, a secret workshop.

Kokichi stared intently at the frantically flashing red dot on the monitor, representing the vital signs of the new December 1st.

"Shuo...you bastard, don't just die like this."

His hands, etched with deep fingerprints from extreme tension, were starkly imprinted on the control panel. As a former "ally" of the December 1st, he was more worried about the boy than anyone else.

"Mitsuwa, how's it going on your end?" Kokichi asked Miwa Kasumi through a puppet in the distance.

"We're on our way to provide support on the outskirts." Mitsuhara's voice was choked with sobs, yet he still gripped the knife firmly.

"Be careful, an unknown source of magical energy has appeared ahead," Kokichi warned.