Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"Bang!"

Without hesitation, Zhenyi pulled the trigger, and a deep, muffled thud echoed through the sea of ​​trees.

A pure black energy bullet shot out from the muzzle, leaving no trace of its trajectory; it was just a straight black ripple that instantly pierced through the chest of the warrior charging at the forefront.

The shadow warrior in tattered armor didn't even have time to finish swinging his sword before a huge hole appeared in his chest. Then, his entire body vanished into thin air like sand.

Looking at the scene before her, Zhenyi couldn't help but grip the gun in her hand tighter. She could clearly feel a very subtle warmth emanating from the grip of the gun.

"This gun..." She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"It's 'feeding'," December's voice rang in her ears. "The core of this gun shares the same energy as the Shadow Soldier; it absorbs the power of its own kind to strengthen itself. But be careful not to let it absorb too much, or it might backfire on your spirit."

"Don't worry, I'm perfectly sober right now."

Mayu snorted coldly, her body nimbly sliding in place to avoid a rusty samurai sword slashing from the side, and then pressing the muzzle of her gun against the mask of the shadow samurai.

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out, and another shadow warrior was reduced to ashes.

On the other side, Hisahito Itadori, like a beast unleashed from its cage, plunged headlong into the dense formation of samurai.

"Drink!"

Faced with those sharp samurai swords, Itadori relied solely on his terrifying dynamic vision and physical reflexes to weave through the flashing blades.

A shadow warrior, wielding swords with both hands, used the momentum of his charge to bring the sword down on his head.

Instead of retreating, Itachi advanced, his body suddenly lowering as the blade grazed his scalp, shaving off several strands of pink hair. At the same time, his fist, enveloped in deep blue magical energy, slammed heavily into the opponent's abdominal armor.

"Thump!"

A dull thud, like striking a solid block of iron.

The shadow warrior's armor dented instantly under the blow from the tiger staff. Two bursts of magical power erupted one after the other, blasting the shadow warrior's body in two.

"So easy!"

With a shout, Itadori snatched the katana that had fallen from mid-air. Without even looking at it, he swung it backward and cut another samurai who was trying to sneak up on him in half at the waist.

He discovered that although these shadow warriors were numerous and incredibly strong, their movements were too stiff; they were simply swinging on instinct without any set techniques.

"Don't let your guard down, Hisahito!"

Kugizaki Nobara's clear voice came from behind.

She had somehow leaped onto the trunk of a thick tree. From her vantage point, she had a panoramic view of the entire battlefield.

"Hawk Spirit Spell - Hairpin!"

Kugizaki held a long nail between his fingers and swung his arm violently.

Several nails, shimmering with magical light, were precisely driven into the feet of the shadow warriors, or even into the tree trunks behind them.

"burst!"

With a shout, the magical power injected into the nail instantly expanded and exploded.

"Hey, Dripping Stick, give me a hand! Drive them to the middle!"

As Kugizaki spoke, he took out a few more nails.

"Leave it to me!"

Itadori threw away his katana, took a deep breath, and his internal magical energy began to surge wildly. He kicked off the ground with both legs, and his whole body charged through the forest like a cannonball, forcefully using his physical body to push the scattered shadow warriors towards the center.

The cleanup operation on the perimeter was in full swing, but the tense atmosphere in the air showed no signs of abating.

Because the true core is in the center of the open space.

……

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The deafening collisions continued incessantly, each impact sending out blinding sparks.

Fushiguro Megumi's shadow clone and the samurai general had already exchanged dozens of blows in just over ten seconds.

The shadow clone perfectly inherited Fushiguro Megumi's physical techniques, and the black longsword in its hand was formed from pure shadow power, making it incredibly sharp. However, even so, the shadow clone was still at a significant disadvantage when facing the samurai general.

Ika's swordsmanship was incredibly skilled.

Unlike the soldiers outside who relied solely on instinct to slash, he made no unnecessary movements. Every strike seemed designed for killing, precise, deadly, and flawless.

"Pfft!"

Ika spotted a tiny opening when the clone swung its sword, twisted its body at an incredible angle, and the katana in its hand transformed into a black lightning bolt, severing the clone's right arm.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his sword and slashed off the clone's head.

The headless shadow clone instantly collapsed, turning into a pool of black water that merged back into the shadows on the ground.

"Is this your power?"

Ika did not give chase. He held the knife in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his dark blue eyes revealing undisguised disappointment.

"You dare to challenge me with such a false puppet?" Ika's voice echoed through the woods. "You have betrayed the blood of the king!"

Fushiguro Megumi stood there, her face slightly pale.

He could feel a cold, stinging pain travel through his shadow on the ground and into his body the instant his clone was shattered.

"As expected, relying solely on expanding spells is still not enough."

Fushiguro Megumi muttered to himself. He looked at his slightly trembling hands, the dark red cracks on the back of his hands becoming more and more vivid as his magical power was depleted.

The nauseating whispers echoed in his ears once more.

"Kill him...kill him..."

"With my power... I'll tear him apart..."

"Give me your body..."

"Shut up."

Fukuguro gritted his teeth and roared inwardly.

He knew it was the lingering remnants of the mask within him at work. In this forest of Aokigahara, filled with negative emotions and the aura of death, those shadowy forces became unusually active, desperately trying to seize control of his body.

December's words flashed through his mind: You must adapt to, and take control of those shadows.

"Control..."

Fushiguro Megumi took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, those eyes, which had previously held anxiety, were now completely replaced by a chilling killing intent. Red blood vessels spread across the whites of his eyes, making him look even more terrifying than Ika opposite him.

He took a step forward.

As he took this step, the shadow beneath his feet did not rise up to form a puppet as before, but instead climbed up along his legs.

The black liquid seemed to come alive, quickly enveloping his legs, torso, and arms, eventually forming a set of extremely close-fitting, semi-transparent black armor on his body.

A jet-black samurai sword slowly took shape in his hand.

"Oh?"

Upon seeing this, Ika's eyes, hidden behind the mask, finally showed a slight change.

"No longer hiding behind puppets, but choosing to take the field personally? That's starting to look like a samurai."

"Enough with the nonsense."

Fushiguro Megumi's voice also changed, becoming low and slightly hoarse.

"Bang!"

The ground beneath his feet instantly shattered.

Fukuro Megumi's speed was more than twice as fast as the shadow clone from before! He covered a distance of more than ten meters in an instant and appeared in front of Ika, his black sword slashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.

"clang!"

Ika raised his knife to parry.

"Excellent! This is a real clash!"

Ika let out a loud laugh, and with a sudden burst of power, he deflected Fushiguro Megumi's attack with his katana, and then slashed horizontally towards Fushiguro Megumi's waist and abdomen.

Instead of retreating, Fukuro Megumi advanced, raising his black sword to block the attack. At the same time, he suddenly reached out with his left hand and grabbed Ika's wrist.

"I've got you."

A red light flashed in Fuhei Hui's eyes. Instantly, those black shadows transformed into more than a dozen sharp spikes, piercing fiercely into the gaps in Ika's arm armor.

"Sizzle!"

Suddenly, countless streams of black mist erupted from Ika's arm.

Ika grunted, clearly not expecting Fukuro Megumi to use such a move. He jerked back, forcefully severing the shadow spikes that had pierced his body.

"Using the malleability of shadows for unpredictable attacks?" Ika looked at his damaged arm, the cracks in his armor being slowly repaired by the surrounding darkness. "No means necessary... that's the essence of war."

He raised his katana high, the tip pointing straight to the sky.

"But such cleverness is meaningless in the face of absolute power."

The air temperature around Ika suddenly dropped.

The fallen leaves on the ground began to move on their own without any wind, and a huge, suffocating aura gathered towards him from all directions.

"He's absorbing the death energy from this forest!"