"Arrogant human! Your flames and lightning are nothing but a crude blasphemy against nature!"
Hanami let out a muffled roar, and their intact left arm slammed into the ground.
"Domain…"
They prepared to use their strongest trump card to drag this dangerous man into their domain.
But Yamada didn't give Hanami the chance to finish saying the name at all.
"Too slow."
In his deep black pupils, a faint purple ripple instantly spread, and six black tomoe fixed in his pupils.
Amenotejikara!
Yamada's figure vanished into thin air, replaced by a falling dead leaf.
And Yamada himself had appeared directly above Hanami's head.
"What are you looking for down there, bonsai?" The cold voice exploded in Hanami's ear.
Hanami was terrified, wanting to look up to defend, but Yamada's right leg had already smashed fiercely onto the back of their head.
Boom!!!
The shockwave exploded in a ring.
Hanami's head was smashed into their chest cavity in front of this terrifying, monstrous strength. Their body, like a cannonball, was stomped into the depths of the earth by Yamada.
The ground for a hundred meters around collapsed with a roar, forming a huge funnel-shaped crater.
The surrounding towering trees were uprooted, turning into sky-filling wood chips.
"Ahhhhh!"
Hanami at the bottom of the pit let out a shrill scream.
Their body was almost flattened, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
If it weren't for the extremely tenacious vitality of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit, this kick would have already obliterated them.
Yamada landed steadily on the edge of the pit, looking down at this pile of mud from above.
He slowly drew the Kusanagi Sword, the lightning re-condensing on the blade, emitting a harsh roar.
"Where is that crippled master of yours with the stitches on his head?"
Yamada's sword tip pointed obliquely at Hanami at the bottom of the pit, his killing intent pinning it to the spot as if it were tangible.
"Make him crawl out. Otherwise, I will cut you into firewood, inch by inch, right now."
The soil at the bottom of the pit was mixed with the pungent sap of plants.
Hanami's body was firmly embedded in the rubble, and for the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared on that face covered in tree roots.
As a Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from the fear of forest, they thought they had long since discarded the fear of death. However, in front of the man stepping on their head, the natural power they were so proud of was vulnerable.
"Stitches... what stitches..."
Broken syllables squeezed out of Hanami's throat, their voice intermittent.
"I don't know what you're talking about. The one we're cooperating with... is Geto wearing a cassock..."
Yamada's pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly.
Suguru?
It seemed that old fox Kenjaku had indeed, as he expected, taken Suguru's body twelve years ago and occupied the nest like a magpie.
And this group of Special Grade Cursed Spirits, known as "calamities," were clearly kept in the dark, completely unaware that the "Geto" they called brother was actually a disgusting brain that had lived for a thousand years.
A bunch of cannon fodder being used as tools.
Yamada's fingers holding the Kusanagi Sword lightly rubbed the hilt, electric arcs leaping at the tip of the blade, ready to pierce Hanami's core at any moment.
With his current strength, killing Hanami would be as easy as flipping a hand. But another thought flashed through his mind.
'System, if I slaughter this Special Grade Cursed Spirit now, how many dimension points can I get?' Yamada asked silently in his heart.
[Ding! Killing Special Grade Cursed Spirit Hanami is estimated to yield 15,000 dimension points.]
'Fifteen thousand points?'
A mocking curve hooked the corner of Yamada's lips.
Too few.
Kenjaku is an extremely cautious conspirator.
If he slaughtered Hanami today and also took out Mahito, who had sneaked into Jujutsu High to steal fingers, he would inevitably notice the imbalance in combat power.
With his nature of hiding for a thousand years, he would definitely immediately terminate the plans for the Shibuya Incident and the Culling Game, and vanish once again.
At that time, where would he find a market worth millions of points?
'Since you want to lay out a scheme encompassing all of Japan, then I'll give you time to set the stage.'
An extremely arrogant open scheme took shape in Yamada's heart.
He would let Kenjaku collect Sukuna's fingers, let him gather all the Special Grade Cursed Spirits, and even let him bring out that special grade cursed object "Prison Realm," which is said to be able to seal everything.
When all the villains think they have the victory in hand and reach the peak, he will then enter the stage in a crushing manner, trampling this carefully arranged chessboard and the players together into pieces.
Only by completely crushing the greatest crisis in the original story can the Dimension Points gain be maximized.
Crack!
Just as Yamada was calculating, a crisp sound like glass breaking suddenly came from the black curtain overhead that shrouded the entire Jujutsu High forest.
Immediately after, violent spatial power, like an invisible giant hand, forcibly tore a huge gap in the special barrier that "refused Satoru's entry."
Sunlight poured down through the gap, dispelling the gloom in the forest.
"Yo! It seems I missed a very exciting opening." A flippant and flamboyant voice came from high above.
Satoru had his hands in his pockets, stepping on the void, slowly descending. His Six Eyes reflected a heart-palpitating luster in the sunlight, his gaze precisely locking onto Yamada and Hanami at the bottom of the crater.
"Gojo-sensei!"
Megumi and Noritoshi, sitting slumped in the distance, saw the newcomer, and their tense nerves finally relaxed completely.
As long as this man arrived, all crises would no longer be a problem.
At the moment Satoru appeared, Hanami's survival instinct completely erupted. They noticed that the force of Yamada's foot on their head had loosened slightly.
Now!
Hanami opened their mouth and suddenly spat out a large area of hallucinogenic, brilliant flowers. These flowers didn't have any killing power, but they could strip away a person's fighting spirit and vision in an instant.
Taking advantage of the 0.1 second the sea of flowers spread, Hanami's body turned into countless vines and frantically drilled deep into the ground, fleeing for their life outside the barrier at the cost of overdrawing their life.
"Trying to run?"
Satoru raised an eyebrow, his right hand lifted, and a dazzling purple sphere condensed at his fingertip.
Hollow Technique: Purple!
Boom!!!
The violent energy sphere instantly leveled the forest in the direction Hanami was fleeing, and the ground was plowed into a bottomless giant trench.
Satoru withdrew his hand and curled his lip. "Tch, it dived really deep. It managed to run away with half its body."
He lightly landed at the bottom of the pit from mid-air and walked up to Yamada. "Old man, this doesn't seem like your style."
Satoru stared at Yamada. The information fed back from the vision of the Six Eyes made him certain that Yamada had intentionally let it go just now.
Otherwise, with Yamada's terrifying strength that could crush space, that wooden Cursed Spirit wouldn't even have had a chance to dive into the ground.
"Killing an errand-running cannon fodder has no value other than getting one's hands dirty."
Yamada returned the Kusanagi Sword to its scabbard and met Satoru's inquiring gaze.
"Since that stitched-face Curse User dares to pull small tricks under your nose, it means he has a trump card in his hand to deal with you. If I kill all his scouts, how would he dare to reveal that trump card?"
Satoru was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood Yamada's meaning. "You want to play the long game to catch the big fish?"
Satoru rubbed his chin, and a reckless smile spread across his face. "It really is no fun to corner those rats. Let them think they can win, reveal all their trump cards, and then trample them to death... Old man, your personality is even more wicked than mine. But I like it."
As the strongest modern Jujutsu Sorcerer, Satoru also had his own arrogance. He didn't fear any plots or schemes because, in the face of absolute power, all calculations were meaningless.
The two reached a certain tacit understanding at the bottom of the pit.