Chapter 18 – Defeat
A sharp metallic echo rang out as Zenin Kyūjō's long katana clashed with the Special Grade Cursed Tool—Yū-un.
The moment their weapons collided, Suguru Geto's expression twisted in shock. In an instant, his body was launched backward like a train struck him head-on. The sheer force of Kyūjō's strike sent him flying at terrifying speed, crashing through building after building across the grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Without taking even a single step forward, Zenin Kyūjō bent his knees slightly. Every muscle and bone in his body coiled tightly like a drawn bow.
In the blink of an eye—he shot forward.
A blur of raw physical power, Kyūjō closed the distance in mere seconds and slashed down at Suguru Geto's forehead with a single, precise strike.
Geto barely had time to react. On instinct alone, he raised Yū-un in a desperate attempt to block the blow.
Boom—!
A thunderous explosion tore through the battlefield. The shockwave surged outward from the point of impact, rumbling deep into the earth beneath them.
The battered body of Suguru Geto was sent hurtling downwards—his flesh crushed by the weight of Kyūjō's sword—until he was buried over a hundred meters beneath the ground.
Blood seeped from every pore and facial crevice. He was in shambles—broken, beaten, and barely conscious.
— — —
Standing calmly at the edge of the massive crater, Zenin Kyūjō peered down into the shadows below. His voice was calm, emotionless.
"If you're still alive, crawl out yourself. Is that really all the strength a Special Grade Sorcerer can muster?"
Below, Suguru Geto's arms lay limp and useless at his sides. He gritted his teeth, thoughts swirling in disbelief.
What... is this thing...?
He could hardly sense any Cursed Energy from Kyūjō—yet the man's raw physical strength completely defied human limits.
Not even Toji Fushiguro, the infamous "Heavenly Restriction" assassin who had nearly ended Geto's life in the past, had ever felt this terrifying.
Just a single punch from Kyūjō... held the destructive force of Satoru Gojo's Cursed Technique: Blue. Was this monster even human?
Before Geto could process his next thought, Kyūjō raised his right leg high—and stomped down with overwhelming force.
The ground beneath Geto began to tremble, then collapse inward from all directions. The massive pit he'd been slammed into began closing in—intent on burying him alive.
Is he seriously trying to entomb me...?
Geto chuckled bitterly, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Tokyo Jujutsu High this year… is something else," he muttered.
With a flick of his fingers, he summoned one of his most terrifying Cursed Spirits—Tamamo-no-Mae Incarnate—a phantom of legend and one of his strongest assets.
Tamamo-no-Mae Incarnate was a top-tier, imaginative Cursed Spirit—immune to physical damage, and capable of wielding dozens of spiritual and mental Cursed Techniques.
Against Zenin Kyūjō, who relied solely on pure, overwhelming physicality, this spirit should've been the perfect counter. An untouchable force.
But Geto didn't stop there.
With a deep breath, he stretched out his hand and began unleashing his entire arsenal—one by one—until all 4,461 Cursed Spirits stored within his body flooded the battlefield in a tidal wave of cursed energy.
Standing atop the swirling vortex of cursed souls, Suguru Geto gazed down with authority—his eyes locked on Zenin Kyūjō.
And then, without warning, Tamamo-no-Mae surged forward—using a spiritual technique that struck directly at the deepest, most primal fears of any human.
But this time… Geto wasn't planning to get anywhere near his opponent again.
— — —
As the fox-headed spirit lunged toward him, Zenin Kyūjō scratched the back of his head, looking more amused than alarmed.
"No wonder you're going to lose."
Honestly, even if that mental attack were amplified ten thousand times—it still wouldn't make a dent in him.
Without hesitation, Kyūjō raised his right fist... and launched it straight into the spirit's face.
In a fraction of a microsecond, his Cursed Energy and raw strength fused into a single, devastating point of impact. The air cracked violently around his fist as if space itself rejected the force within it.
BOOM—!
Another resounding explosion.
Tamamo-no-Mae Incarnate—obliterated in a single punch.
Suguru Geto's eyes widened in disbelief.
"A Black Flash...? No... that wasn't an accident... He controlled it?!"
Throughout Jujutsu history, no one had ever achieved full, conscious control over Black Flash. It was something that only occurred by chance—until now.
Yet even with that terrifying realization, Geto refused to back down. With the last of his strength, he gathered every ounce of power left.
— — —
The swarm of 4,461 Cursed Spirits condensed into a dense, black fog—swirling violently atop his palm.
"Maximum: Uzumaki!!" he roared.
The combined might of thousands of curses compressed into a single, catastrophic projectile—launched straight at Zenin Kyūjō.
— — —
Kyūjō inhaled deeply, and in that moment, time seemed to slow.
He raised his katana with deliberate calm.
His body and Cursed Energy harmonized—balanced to perfection—along the blade.
And with one clean slash... the air split apart.
A gleaming arc of light carved through the black mist, ripping it open with the sound of space fracturing. It wasn't just a Black Flash—it was a long-range cut imbued with its devastating properties.
The cursed fog was erased.
And the slash didn't stop there—it carved through the battlefield, severing the fabric of space—until it tore through Geto's body in a clean diagonal line from the right side of his neck to the left side of his waist.
— — —
A long-range slash… that also carried Black Flash?
That was the final thought in Suguru Geto's mind before everything faded to black.
No one would ever answer that question.
With a soft clang, Kyūjō sheathed his katana once more.
The battle was over.
Suguru Geto, Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer... was dead.
— — —
Thirty seconds passed.
While Zenin Kyūjō tended to the injured—Maki Zenin, Mai Zenin, and Arisa's mother—another figure arrived silently at Tokyo Jujutsu High.
It was Satoru Gojo.
Without a word, he stood over the body of his fallen friend, torn clean in half.
Gojo gave a quiet nod to everyone present, then gently lifted Suguru Geto's remains... and left.
To this day, no one knows where he buried his friend.
And in this timeline—one already reshaped by the butterfly effect of Zenin Kyūjō—no one can say for certain... whether the terrifying entity known as Kenjaku will ever be able to find the body of Suguru Geto.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
Join my Patreon here:
🔗 patreon.com/FaaanzKun
✅ Enjoy 120+ chapters ahead of WebNovel
✅ 2 new chapters every day (Monday–Saturday), exclusive on Patreon
✅ Be the first to experience Arc 8 and the new season before anyone else!
📖 The first chapter of Arc 8 is now live!
You can read it right now on Patreon~
🌙 Note: Sunday is a rest day, so there will be no updates tomorrow. Regular uploads resume as usual on Monday.
Let's keep this adventure alive, together chapter by chapter! 💖
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —