Chapter 104: Super Almighty Push
Toho Hiroshi parted his lips slightly and uttered five decisive words: "Super Almighty Push."
Good heavens, the big push is coming!
First, a point of extreme white light ignited with Toho Hiroshi at its center.
Immediately following was an invisible, terrifying repulsive force covering a spherical area in all directions, erupting, expanding, and diffusing at a speed that transcended thought.
Negate existence! Negate matter! Negate energy!
Wherever the white light passed, everything returned to nothingness.
That torrent of thousands of violent, surging Cursed Spirits, the moment they made contact with the white light, were like pencil marks erased by a rubber; they didn't even have time to scream before they were completely decomposed, annihilated, and dissipated into the most primitive particles.
The white light continued to expand.
The earth, ruins, broken buildings, twisted reinforced concrete—everything turned into powder in silence.
Then came the more distant neighborhoods and buildings.
The boundary of the repulsive field was like a ring of death, with Toho Hiroshi as the center, ruthlessly pushing forward in all directions.
Ten kilometers!
Everything tangible within a full ten-kilometer radius—whether Cursed Spirits, buildings, roads, or other remaining debris—was completely erased from the map under this Super Almighty Push.
No explosions, no flames, only a patch of absolute, deathly silent, and heart-stoppingly flat empty land.
When that destructive white light finally dissipated, the repulsive field stopped expanding.
Toho Hiroshi stood alone, floating in the very center of this circular plain twenty kilometers in diameter.
His robes fluttered slightly in the turbulent airflow, his expression remaining indifferent.
He slowly descended to the ground, his feet on land as smooth as a mirror, crushed by extreme power.
The smoke and dust of Shibuya were swept away by the absolute power of the "Super Almighty Push," leaving only that twenty-kilometer-diameter, soul-shuddering expanse of absolute emptiness.
Toho Hiroshi stood in the center of this empty land, his clothes gently fluttering in the breeze, his expression as indifferent as before.
In his hands, he held two things: one was the Prison Realm that sealed Gojo Satoru, and the other was the remains of Geto Suguru, which had been safely retrieved through the Kamui Space.
Kenjaku escaping and the source of Sukuna being retrieved were all expected, or rather, they were no longer the most urgent matters at hand.
He had successfully obtained what he needed most and had also offered the Gedo Statue an unprecedented feast of Curses, gathered from Special Grade Cursed Spirits and millennium-old spirits.
He looked up slightly, his Rinnegan gazing in the direction of Tokyo Jujutsu High School.
It was time to go back and face those old acquaintances.
The vortex of Kamui opened silently, swallowing him whole.
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Jujutsu High was currently filled with oppressive wailing and chaos.
The cataclysm in Shibuya was transmitted intermittently through various channels, each piece of news like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of those remaining behind: Gojo Satoru had been sealed, Sukuna had fully manifested, Special Grade Cursed Spirits were rampaging, ancient spirits had awakened...
And finally, that incomprehensible, destructive white light that had enveloped the entire central area of Shibuya, followed by the news that the area had completely "vanished."
Panic, despair, anger, and confusion were all intertwined.
When Toho Hiroshi's figure, without using the concealment of Kamui, appeared directly in front of the Jujutsu High gate and walked up the stone steps step by step, everyone who saw him was as if struck by a paralysis spell.
He had returned.
He was not wearing his signature swirl mask, revealing a face that many older Jujutsu Sorcerers vaguely remembered, and which the younger generation found both unfamiliar and shocking.
Those legendary eyes were calm and waveless, and he held the ominous Prison Realm in his hand.
The air seemed to freeze.
The first to react were Yu Haibara and Kento Nanami, who had just narrowly escaped from the edge of Shibuya, still bearing wounds and traces of smoke.
They looked at Toho Hiroshi, their eyes extremely complex—there was gratitude for being saved in Shibuya, awe of his strength, but more so, incomprehensible confusion and a hint of fear.
"Toho-senpai?"
Yu Haibara murmured, his voice dry.
Toho Hiroshi did not respond and continued walking forward.
More and more people gathered around, including Yoshinobu Gakuganji and other Higher-Ups from Kyoto Jujutsu High who had rushed over upon receiving the news, as well as the teachers and students of Jujutsu High.
They looked at Toho Hiroshi, at his legendary eyes, and at the Prison Realm in his hand that had sealed "the strongest."
"Toho Hiroshi!"
Yoshinobu Gakuganji leaned on his cane, his voice low and oppressive, filled with irrepressible anger. "What exactly is going on? What happened in Shibuya? Why was Gojo Satoru sealed? What have you been doing all these years!"
Doubts shot at him like sharp arrows from all directions.
"Was it you? Did you plan all of this?"
A radical voice rang out from the crowd, filled with resentment.
"Does Geto Suguru's Night Parade of One Hundred Demons have anything to do with you too?"
"Why are you only appearing now?"
"Those eyes... who exactly are you?"
The voices were noisy, filled with distrust and hostility.
Toho Hiroshi's return, and the strength he displayed that far exceeded understanding, felt more like a threat at a time when they had lost their pillar, Gojo Satoru.
Facing this surge of questioning and anger, Toho Hiroshi stopped in the middle of the plaza.
He slowly scanned face after face, some angry, some fearful, some confused.
His gaze lingered for a moment on the face of Ieiri Shoko in the crowd.
She was leaning against the infirmary doorframe, a cigarette in her mouth. Behind the swirling smoke, her face was expressionless as she watched him quietly, her eyes deep, revealing no emotion.
His gaze then swept over Fushiguro Megumi, who was being supported by others and looked pale, and Aoi Todo, who stood beside him with a vigilant look in his eyes.
Fushiguro Megumi's gaze at him was extremely complex; there was gratitude for saving himself and Itadori, but more so, confusion about the relationship between his father, Fushiguro Toji, and the person before him, as well as unease regarding this entire chaotic situation.
Finally, Toho Hiroshi's gaze returned to Yoshinobu Gakuganji and the others at the front.
He offered no explanation, no rebuttal, simply raising the Prison Realm in his hand and speaking calmly. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly cut through all the noise: "I can undo the seal on Gojo Satoru."
One sentence, and the scene instantly quieted down significantly.
"But not now."
He continued, his tone unquestionable, "The Prison Realm that seals him will be kept by me. This is a necessary condition to ensure his safe return."
"As for everything that happened in Shibuya, and my purpose..."
He paused, a flash of indescribable light flickering in his Rinnegan.
"The balance of Curses has been completely broken. An 'Era of Curses' far beyond your imagination has arrived."
"Kenjaku is not dead, Sukuna is still here, and those awakened ancient spirits are scattered everywhere. The chaos has only just begun."
"Jujutsu High, and the entire Jujutsu World, need to make a choice."
He took another step, walking toward the depths of the school building, once familiar but now filled with an unfamiliar atmosphere.
The crowd subconsciously parted a path for him, and no one dared to stop him.
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