"It has finally begun..."
Satoru Gojo stood on the roof of a tilted skyscraper, his Six Eyes gazing at the Gedo Statue in the distance as it underwent metamorphosis, and at the ominous, devouring Cursed Energy fluctuations coming from another direction.
He understood that the final battle had arrived.
However, just as he prepared to use "Limitless" to teleport, a cold, ancient, and oppressive Cursed Energy blocked his path without warning.
Space twisted slightly, and a figure quietly emerged, dressed in primitive white kariginu robes with silver hair flowing in the wind.
What was most striking was the pair of azure eyes on his face—the Six Eyes—that were identical to Satoru Gojo's, as if they held endless stars within them.
"This path is closed, boy of the future."
The newcomer's voice was calm, yet carried a majesty that spanned a millennium, along with a trace of imperceptible, complex emotion.
He held a peculiarly shaped scepter wreathed in thunder, and his aura was powerful and out of place in this era.
Satoru Gojo's playfulness vanished instantly. He narrowed his eyes, his tone grave as never before: "This Cursed Energy, and these eyes."
"Hey, hey, you've got to be kidding me? Could you be…?"
"Sugawara no Michizane."
The stranger calmly stated the name that was legendary within the Gojo Family and the entire Jujutsu World—the name of the ancestor revered as the "God of Learning" and one of the most powerful Curse Users in history.
"Although I have been awakened in this incomplete form, as your ancestor, I am more than enough to stop you."
Meanwhile, Yuta Okkotsu, who was rushing toward the source of the Cursed Energy explosion caused by Kenjaku, was forced to a halt by a violent slash.
A massive figure, clad in ancient armor and wielding an odachi, wreathed in black resentment and ominous samurai obsession, stood in his path.
Its pressure was far greater than that of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Taira no Masakado, reporting for duty!"
The vengeful spirit roared, announcing the arrival of the embodiment of Kyoto's millennium of resentment.
On the other side, Megumi Fushiguro, who was trying to find the whereabouts of his sister, Tsumiki Fushiguro, also encountered a formidable enemy.
A crow feather drifted down. A figure dressed in imperial robes, with a handsome face twisted by hatred, appeared surrounded by a sky full of black crows.
The Curse radiating from him carried the sorrow and madness of a dying dynasty.
"I am Emperor Sutoku, the monarch who has fallen into the demonic path."
"Oh, tragic soul, sink into despair here!"
Megumi Fushiguro did not hesitate to form hand seals, and the massive shadow behind him began to boil.
The phantom image of the subjugation wheel appeared simultaneously, and he summoned his strongest shikigami without hesitation—"Mahoraga!"
The Shinjuku battlefield was instantly divided.
The duel between Toho Hiroshi and Sukuna, the two "strongest" of the current age, was about to erupt.
Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo, Yuta Okkotsu, and Megumi Fushiguro were each facing one of the three great vengeful spirits awakened by Kenjaku from the abyss of history.
The final melee, accompanied by the roar of the Ten-Tails and the activation of the Super-Assimilation, had completely raised the curtain on a bloody spectacle.
Satoru Gojo stood on the tilted rooftop, the strong wind whipping his silver hair. For the first time, his azure Six Eyes revealed such deep gravity when facing an enemy.
The old man before him, whether in the texture of his Cursed Energy, the roots of his Cursed Technique, or that iconic pair of "Six Eyes," shared the same origin as his own, yet was even more ancient and profound.
"Sugawara no Michizane..."
Satoru Gojo slowly recited the name, a wild curve tugging at the corner of his mouth. "What an incredible ancestor you are. Did you crawl out of the grave just to make trouble for your unworthy descendant?"
Sugawara no Michizane's expression remained calm. He tapped his thunder-wreathed scepter, and the surrounding air crackled as an invisible electric field was set in place.
"Sharp-tongued boy of the future. Your growth has indeed exceeded my expectations, even surpassing me in my prime. But these eyes should not just bring you the arrogance of power; they should bring you the responsibility of seeing the truth."
"The truth?"
Satoru Gojo sneered. His figure blurred instantly, and the next moment he appeared above and to the side of Sugawara no Michizane, his fist, imbued with the power of "Blue," striking mercilessly at the other. "Let's dismantle your old bones first, then it won't be too late to listen to your stories!"
"Impertinent."
Sugawara no Michizane did not meet the blow head-on. With a slight movement of his feet, his form slid backward dozens of meters as if teleporting. Satoru Gojo's punch, capable of distorting space, missed its mark and completely shattered the rooftop where he had been standing.
"Thunder Prison."
Sugawara no Michizane tapped his scepter into the void. Countless fine, blue bolts of lightning, sounding like the cries of a thousand birds, manifested out of thin air, weaving into a massive net of thunder that covered the sky and descended upon Satoru Gojo.
This was not simple lightning; each bolt contained the property of interfering with or even severing the flow of Cursed Energy. It was a lethal move specifically targeting precise Cursed Techniques.
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."
Satoru Gojo extended one hand forward. A powerful gravitational singularity formed instantly, forcibly twisting, pulling, and devouring the sky-filling thunder net. However, the number of lightning bolts far exceeded his imagination, and they seemed to possess a life of their own, rushing forward wave after wave, continuously eroding the power of "Blue."
"It is useless, Satoru."
Sugawara no Michizane's voice seemed to ring directly in Satoru Gojo's mind, carrying a trace of ancient exhaustion. "Your 'Limitless' is indeed a perfect combination of absolute defense and infinite offense, but your understanding of 'rules' themselves still remains on the surface."
Before he could finish speaking, Satoru Gojo suddenly felt his body tighten. The lightning that had been twisted and devoured by "Blue" had somehow penetrated the gaps in his Cursed Technique, wrapping around his limbs and torso like invisible shackles. It was not a physical restraint, but one that acted directly on his Cursed Energy core, causing its operation to instantly become sluggish.
"What?"
Satoru Gojo's pupils constricted. His Six Eyes spun frantically, attempting to analyze this phenomenon that defied common sense.
"This is the power of a 'Curse,' born from the Curse I placed upon the Imperial Court for their injustice during my lifetime."
Sugawara no Michizane said slowly, "What I speak becomes rule; what I point to becomes judgment."
"No matter how strong your Cursed Technique is, you cannot be completely exempt from shackles based on a higher level of 'rules.'"
He watched the struggling Satoru Gojo, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes. "I appeared to stop you not for Kenjaku, nor for Toho Hiroshi's paranoid plan to save the world."
"But to tell you that the foundation of the Jujutsu World you firmly believe in and protect has long since rotted, and its guardians have long since deteriorated."
Satoru Gojo's Cursed Energy exploded, forcibly shattering some of the lightning shackles, but more continued to form.
"Stop with the mystery! Tengen has maintained the Barrier for a millennium; although there may be selfish motives, the contributions outweigh the faults!"
"Contributions outweigh the faults?"
Sugawara no Michizane let out a chuckle with an ambiguous meaning. "Maintenance? No, it is 'farming.'"
His voice suddenly became stern. "Why do you think Tengen can be immortal? Is it merely by assimilating with the Star Plasma Vessel? You are dead wrong!"
"Every time she assimilates, it is not just to renew her physical body, but to absorb and accumulate the Star Plasma Vessels of past generations, as well as the soul traits and negative emotions leaking from all the humans in Japan through the Barrier network."
"After a millennium of accumulation, she is no longer a simple individual, but a massive collective entity mixed with countless consciousnesses."
"Her 'immortality' is built upon continuous soul-devouring! The so-called Barrier is not just protection, but a 'melting pot' that covers the entire country and operates slowly."
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