Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"We have to destroy everything."

"What are you going to do, Mai!"

Maki sensed an extremely unsettling air current.

Mayi closed her eyes, gripping the shattered weapon tightly in both hands. She began to frantically drain her life force. The construction technique was pushed to its unprecedented peak. Her skin began to crack, and blood flowed from her seven orifices. She was using her own life to forge the final key for Maki. A sharp blade capable of severing all the shackles that had bound the Zenin family for a century.

"don't want!!!"

Maki screamed, trying to stop them, but found that her body had become both unusually heavy and unusually light at that moment.

All the magical power, along with Mayi's very presence, was rapidly disappearing. As the last glimmer of light faded, Mayi's body slumped softly into Maki's arms. In her hand lay a jet-black longsword wreathed in dense death energy. It was a weapon she had obtained with her life.

"Mai?"

Maki trembled as she touched her sister's face. Cold. No breath. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Maki slowly stood up. She felt the world had changed. The sound of the wind, the frequency of dust falling to the ground, even the heartbeat of the Zen temple fan behind several walls, became clearly audible. The last vestige of lingering magical power vanished. The true "Heaven and Tyrant" had descended at this moment.

Zen Temple Fan pushed open the door, only to find a daughter with empty eyes and a ghostly figure.

"Why... what did you do?! Where are the cursed spirits here?!"

The Zen temple fan was stunned.

Maki didn't answer. She simply vanished. Yes, vanished. Within the Zenin Fan's level-one perception network, Maki's presence was completely reduced to zero.

"Pfft!"

Zenin Sen didn't even see Maki's sword-wielding movement before his head, filled with astonishment, hurtled towards the low ceiling of the dungeon. Blood stained the stone walls.

The killing has officially begun.

Maki, sword in hand, walked out of the forbidden area step by step. With each step, a bloody mark was left on the ground. In her mind, only Mayi's last words remained: Destroy everything. The corridor of the Zenin family became a battlefield. The members of the "Kuju-ryū-tai" fell in rows, and no one could even see the trajectory of that shadow.

Zenji Naoya stood in the courtyard, his pupils shrinking as he looked at his cousin who had come covered in blood.

"It's him! No, you're not him!"

"This speed, this frequency that is completely impossible to detect with 'projection spells'..."

In his visual world, in every second of the twenty-four frames, the figure of Zenin Maki leaps about in a domineering manner.

"Impossible... How could you, a piece of trash without any magical power, possibly reach 'his' level!"

Naoya screamed, his figure leaving countless afterimages in the air.

Zenji Maki remained silent. Her eyes were vacant, and she held in her hand the black longsword that Maki had risked her life for.

"Bang!"

No one even saw the movement clearly. Naoya's pride and joy, speed, was as fragile as a piece of scrap paper torn to shreds by a gale in the face of absolute physical violence. Maki's longsword was not even drawn; the mere slap of the scabbard was enough to slam Naoya into the stone lantern in the courtyard.

The sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the deathly silent Zen monastery mansion.

"Cough... Ugh!" Naoya curled up in the rubble, vomiting blood. His once neat gold highlights were now covered in dirt and blood. He struggled to get up, but Maki's foot was already pressing heavily on his chest.

Pressure. Pressure strong enough to crush steel.

"Right now, you don't even have the desire to make me swing my sword." Maki looked down at him, her tone icy cold.

Just then, a burst of golden-pink light suddenly erupted from the broken vermilion gate of the Zen temple.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he stepped over the corpses. Ignoring the half-dead Naoya on the ground, he walked straight to Maki and stared intently at the already cold Mai in her arms.

"Leave the senior to me."

The voice of the new moon in December was hoarse.

Maki's body trembled slightly, and a strong ripple finally appeared in the emptiness in her eyes: "...She's gone."

"I think I still have a way," December said, reaching out and forcefully taking Zhenyi's body.

He looked at Maki, his golden-pink pupils reflecting the bloodstains on the ground: "Leave it to me."

"...Can you save her?" Maki's voice trembled.

"It's just a possibility, I'll try my best. Senior sister is also very important to me," I said, "and I still need the sword you have. That shouldn't affect you, right?"

"It won't affect anything, here you go."

On the first day of the twelfth month, he reached out and took the jet-black longsword.

Maki stood still for three seconds. Then, she turned her head and looked at the "Kujuru Squad" members who were hiding in the shadows of the corridor, trembling with fear.

The killing has begun again.

This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever. Every corner of the Zenin family home was filled with desperate cries of agony. Maki was like a black hurricane, reaping the lives of every person with Zenin blood flowing through their veins.

Finally, in front of a Japanese-style room leading to the backyard, she saw the woman. Her mother.

The woman who had insulted and denied them countless times for the sake of her family's reputation was now trembling as she gripped a kitchen knife, her eyes filled with mad fear.

"Maki... Maki? You're insane... You're really insane..."

"Mai is dead," Maki stated calmly, the bloodstains trailing from her feet all the way to the woman's toes. "Because of this family, because of you so-called elders. I'm sending you to see her now. Do you have anything you want to say?"

The woman fell to the ground, the knife in her hand dropping onto the mat.

Just as Maki was about to throw a punch, Zenin Naoya, seemingly out of nowhere, used the last bit of remaining magical power from his "projection spell" to pierce out from the shadows on the side.

"Die! You lowly bastards!" Naoya's facial muscles were completely contorted, and the short dagger was pointed straight at Maki's back.

Maki felt it. With her current physical strength, she could even clearly hear the vibration of Naoya's fingertips slicing through the air.

She didn't move.

"Pfft!"

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

The mother, who had always been timid and sharp-tongued, suddenly found a surge of strength and stood behind Maki at the critical moment. Naoya's short dagger plunged deep into her chest, the tip protruding through her flesh.

Maki's pupils contracted sharply.

"Quick...hurry up and go...go..." The woman coughed up a mouthful of blood, her hand gripping Naoya's wrist tightly, using her last bit of strength to stop him from finishing her off.

"Even so, I will never forgive you." Maki's voice was so low that only she could hear it.

She whirled around and threw a punch, creating a gust of wind that shattered Naoya's sword-wielding arm. Then, she swept the fist across the face of the enemy, precisely smashing Naoya's head.

Zenji Naoya, the once arrogant heir, ended up as a lump of rotten flesh, dying at the hands of the person he despised most.

The mother collapsed to the ground, her breathing rapidly failing.

Maki looked at her, without shedding a tear, and quietly wiped the blood off her hands.

"it's over."