BOOM!!!
Black lightning exploded across the underground corridor.
Yuji Itadori's fist slammed directly into Mahito's back.
This punch carried everything.
Junpei's resentment.
Nanami's anger.
Kugisaki's suffering.
And the screams of every soul Mahito had twisted and destroyed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Mahito's so-called Instant Spirit Body of Distorted Killing shattered under the impact like fragile glass.
Cracks spread across the obsidian armor of his transformed body.
Then—
It collapsed completely.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Mahito screamed.
This time it was real.
Real terror.
Not physical pain.
But the sensation of his soul being smashed apart.
Every surge of Black Flash tore directly into his core.
"It's not over yet!"
Yuji landed.
Without stopping—
He twisted his waist and threw another punch.
"This one… is for Junpei!"
BANG!
Half of Mahito's body exploded.
"This one… is for Nanami!"
BANG!
His tail was torn off.
"And this one…"
Yuji's cursed energy surged violently.
"…is for everyone you killed!"
BOOM!!!
Black Flash erupted again.
And again.
And again.
Yuji became a relentless hammer.
Each strike landing with absolute precision.
Mahito's body was smashed across the corridor—
From one wall to the other—
Like a rag doll with broken strings.
He never even touched the ground.
Nearby—
Yagami Sora watched silently.
Hands still in his coat pockets.
Eyes cold.
Whenever Mahito attempted to escape—
An invisible vector field appeared.
Redirecting his movement.
Throwing him straight back into Yuji's attack range.
Like a cage.
A perfectly controlled battlefield.
This was nothing less than—
cornering prey before the kill.
Finally—
After enduring an entire storm of Black Flash—
Mahito's evolved form collapsed completely.
"Pff—!"
Purple blood burst from his mouth.
His body rapidly shrank.
The hardened armor vanished.
He reverted to his original stitched form.
But worse.
Much worse.
He lay on the ground trembling.
Too weak to even stand.
Fear.
True fear.
Consumed him.
"I… am a curse…"
"I am the hatred humans hold for each other…"
"I cannot die…"
"I don't want to die…"
Mahito crawled backward on all fours.
Like a broken animal.
The arrogance of a Special Grade curse had vanished.
Only survival remained.
Yuji walked toward him slowly.
Black lightning still flickered around his fists.
But then—
He stopped.
"…Sora-nii."
Yuji spoke quietly.
Without turning around.
"Hmm?"
Yagami Sora raised an eyebrow.
"Remove the gravity."
Yuji said calmly.
"This last punch…"
"I'll do it myself."
"I don't need you holding him down."
"I don't need you guiding the attack."
"This is for Junpei."
"For Nanami."
"For everyone he killed."
"I'll repay it myself."
Sora remained silent.
For two seconds.
He watched Yuji's back.
The boy who had once cried and begged for death.
Now stood straight.
Like a blade finally sharpened.
"…Go."
The gravitational pressure vanished.
The invisible vector field dissipated.
Mahito instantly felt the pressure disappear.
His eyes flashed with desperate hope.
"I can escape!"
"I can still—"
His voice stopped.
Yuji's fist was already resting against his forehead.
Yuji stared directly into Mahito's terrified eyes.
There was no anger.
No hatred.
No rage.
Only quiet judgment.
"It's over, Mahito."
"I will kill you."
"No matter how many times you revive."
"No matter what form you take."
"I don't need a reason."
"You're a curse."
"And I will kill you again and again."
"Like exterminating pests."
Mahito's pupils shrank violently.
He tried to speak.
But Yuji had already whispered—
"Black Flash."
BOOM!!!
Yuji's fist smashed into Mahito's face.
A cracking sound echoed.
Like a soul being torn apart.
Mahito's body flew through the air like discarded mud.
Landing on the ground as a small stitched figure.
The once arrogant Special Grade curse—
Reduced to a trembling childlike shape.
"I am… a curse…"
"I am hatred…"
"Save me…"
"Natsuy—"
Mahito crawled desperately toward the darkness.
Begging for help.
Yuji didn't pursue.
He stood still.
Watching.
Because he knew—
For Mahito now—
Living was worse than dying.
And…
Someone else had arrived.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Footsteps echoed in the darkness.
A man wearing a monk's robe slowly emerged.
The body of Suguru Geto.
"Long time no see."
He smiled calmly.
Looking toward Yuji.
"Sukuna's vessel."
Then he looked down.
At Mahito.
"Oh my…"
"You look truly miserable."
"Like a crushed insect."
"N-Natsuy—"
Mahito grabbed his robe desperately.
"Save me… please…"
"Of course."
The man crouched down gently.
Patting Mahito's head.
"I came here…"
"…to save you."
The next moment—
"Cursed Spirit Manipulation — Maximum Technique: Uzumaki."
BOOM!!
Mahito's body twisted violently.
His soul compressed.
Pulled directly into the man's palm.
Condensing into a dense sphere of cursed energy.
The man stood.
Examining the orb.
"Not bad."
He swallowed it whole.
"As nourishment…"
He smiled faintly.
"…it will do."
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