Love Train can transfer all damage and misfortune inflicted upon it to other people, rendering the President completely unharmed. Only 'power' originating from himself can affect him.
Of course, this wasn't a true Stand, but a 'Cursed Technique' created in its image.
The wall of golden light nullified all harm. Even the sure-hit slashes of the domain inflicted no damage whatsoever.
"Useless, useless, useless! No attack has any effect on me! This is the power of my Love Train!"
Such arrogant words, yet spoken from his lips, they carried absolute confidence, because it was fact.
Even his opponent, Sukuna, had to admit he wasn't lying.
He was certain his slashes had landed, and the other man had not opened any kind of domain to cancel out his sure-hit effect.
The only possible explanation was that his Cursed Technique had neutralized the domain on its own, but that was simply unbelievable.
"To neutralize my 'sure-hit' with just a Cursed Technique... how terrifying."
"Fine. If you don't want to fight, then this ends here. When I have recovered all my power, that will be the day you die."
Sukuna still couldn't figure out what his Cursed Technique was. Even though his own Cursed Energy was far greater than his opponent's, and he had even used a Domain Expansion, he was still unable to cause any damage.
There was no benefit to dragging this out. Sukuna could only leave with a threat before turning to depart.
The power of fifteen fingers was not his full strength, after all. Sukuna believed their next meeting wouldn't go like this. He had to find a way to figure out his opponent's Cursed Technique.
"There are still ten hours until the turning point of destiny. I hope you'll at least be able to secure a ticket to the final stage."
The President did not provoke him further. Now was not the time to kill Sukuna. The six pawns had not yet been distributed; for the moment, he was still needed alive.
In just a dozen or so hours, everything had changed beyond recognition. The impact of the Culling Game was far too severe.
But as long as his Cursed Technique remained unbroken, he stood invincible.
The President savored this unprecedented power, something he had never experienced even as the actual president. Personal might, a power he could truly grasp in his own hands, was far more tangible and concrete than political authority.
Schwarzer watched the battle below, attempting to analyze the President, but her progress was incredibly slow.
'Love Train' was a power that acted entirely upon the user. It was difficult to decipher its essence through observation alone.
However, the one thing she could confirm was that this power was a 'miracle' she herself had left behind—a power originating from ordinary people.
In other words, it was inextricably linked to the 'populace' and required multiple conditions to be met before it could be used.
Watching the President leave as if no one else existed, Schwarzer chose not to intervene and stop him. She didn't need to break his Cursed Technique. Just because Sukuna couldn't shatter his mechanism with pure power didn't mean she couldn't.
A Cursed Technique ultimately has its limits. A power derived from the entire population of America could not stand against her power, which was sufficient to destroy the entire country of America.
"Are you going to let him go? That guy is very likely to have information on the 'mastermind,' you know."
The System began to stir the pot. The President, who had appeared out of nowhere, was surely connected to the one secretly influencing the Culling Game. The only question was how much information he had.
"[Denial]The President's own value is greater than any intelligence he might possess."
Schwarzer had noticed something: the name 'The President' had appeared near the top of the world's attention rankings.
This point alone made her unwilling to deal with the President quickly. Beings with higher world attention were more likely to yield core data, meaning he, too, could provide it.
This suggested the possibility of artificially creating core data by increasing a being's world attention. If she could master this method, she might be able to mass-produce core data.
Although it was only a slight possibility, it was extremely attractive to Schwarzer.
Before she killed him, she had to squeeze out that core data. Otherwise, it would be a waste.
...
"Is it finally over? We're safe now."
The Nine-Tails, controlling Naruto's body, crawled out from a nearby pile of rubble.
It didn't know if it was just bad luck or something else, but every time it came out to move around freely, it ran into monsters.
It wasn't in the ninja world anymore, but it still felt like it was cursed, never allowed to enjoy a moment of peace.
It had heard all about how strong Sukuna was—the 'King of Curses,' the 'world's strongest sorcerer'—but now, he didn't seem like much.
It wasn't bragging, but if it really let loose, two Sukunas wouldn't be enough for it to kill. However, the President's appearance had forced it to be cautious.
Sukuna's full-power attack had done no damage at all. The Nine-Tails put itself in his shoes and figured the result wouldn't have been much different for itself.
"How did a perfectly fine world turn into this? Damn this Culling Game, and damn that Geto Suguru."
After crossing a large area of ruins, the Nine-Tails finally found its destination: a Japanese-style convenience store.
It snatched up a large number of bento boxes and instant foods like cup noodles in a flash and began cooking on the spot.
Though it was its first time making instant noodles, it was incredibly skilled, as if Naruto's muscle memory was influencing it. The Nine-Tails hummed a tune as it heartily devoured the noodles.
After being imprisoned for a lifetime, it was finally eating a hot meal. Even if it was just ordinary instant noodles, it was moved to the verge of tears.
The unique aroma of the noodle seasoning wafted out. The complex flavorings of modern food were completely incomparable to anything in Konoha. At least until it got tired of it, this was truly a delicacy.
Technology changes lives. As the Nine-Tails feasted, the aroma spread from the convenience store. The unique quality of instant noodles—smelling even better than they taste—diffused out onto the street.
A certain passing battle maniac caught the scent. He had spent the entire day seeking out strong opponents to fight, and though he should have forgotten all about food and rest, the aroma made him feel hungry.
"Is this modern food? It smells pretty good."
The door to the convenience store was pushed open. The newcomer was—Kashimo Hajime.
'Kashimo Hajime, Jujutsu Sorcerer, Total Points: 25,000 (Special Grade Sorcerer).'
Having actively sought out enemies to fight for the entire duration, his point total had changed dramatically over twelve hours, making him a predator second only to Sukuna.
But for now, he was just here to rest, not to fight.
As he pushed open the door, he saw 'Naruto' eating like a starving ghost reincarnated. The Nine-Tails was on all fours, gnawing directly at the noodles in the bowl.
'What's with this dog-like posture? Is it a new modern custom?'
Kashimo Hajime had been about to greet him, but after seeing such a scene, he was suddenly at a loss for words.
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