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Inside the campus.
Gojo Satoru appeared silently beside Fushiguro, hands in his pockets, looking very cool, and carrying souvenirs he bought for his students.
Watching the two fighting fiercely, he looked at the injured Fushiguro Megumi beside him:
"What's the situation now?"
Only after he spoke did Fushiguro notice Gojo Satoru's appearance: "Gojo Satoru, why are you here?"
"I didn't intend to come, after all, it's a special grade cursed object. If it disappears, the higher-ups will be very troublesome, so I just planned to look around."
"So, did you find it?"
Fushiguro pointed helplessly at the battlefield.
"Ryomen Sukuna's finger has been eaten by Itadori, and the other boy appeared suddenly. He doesn't have any Cursed Energy on him, but he's terrifyingly powerful and fights incredibly wildly."
Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, curiously looking at Araki Itsuki, who was holding a grotesque giant scythe.
"He has no Cursed Energy at all, yet possesses such terrifying physical prowess. Looking at the weapon in his hand, he seems more like a Cursed Tool user."
Cursed Tools are weapons that inherently carry cursed spirit and Cursed Energy, effective against cursed spirit, and can inflict damage on Cursed Spirits without needing to infuse Cursed Energy.
Fushiguro shook his head: "Although it's my first time encountering it, what he holds in his hand can't possibly be a Cursed Tool."
Gojo Satoru looked at Fushiguro in surprise, and just as he was about to ask why, he heard a tyrannical, bloodthirsty demonic voice.
"Witness the rolling of the great wheel, witness Layast!"
Gojo Satoru subconsciously lifted a corner of the black cloth, revealing his azure eyes, and looked at the grotesque giant scythe with hesitation.
"A scythe... is talking?"
Fushiguro nodded with a wry smile: "That's right, that weapon is a living thing. This has never happened before."
Gojo Satoru smiled confidently: "It's alright, leave it to me."
Seeing this, Fushiguro quickly stood in front of Gojo Satoru, then told Gojo Satoru about Itadori Yuji's ability to suppress Ryomen Sukuna's soul and control his own body.
"Even if he can become a vessel, according to Jujutsu regulations, Itadori should be executed, but I don't want him to die."
"Personal feelings?"
Fushiguro recalled the scene of Itadori Yuji unhesitatingly jumping from the building to fight the Cursed Spirit and save others, and firmly said:
"Yes, personal feelings. Please think of a way."
Gojo Satoru laughed, agreeing without caring about the higher-ups' opinions: "Since my cute student asked, then leave it to me!"
Then he asked about Araki Itsuki.
"What about the boy with the giant scythe?"
Fushiguro hesitated: "He's also helping others. Please, sensei, think of a way."
"The current battle is because Araki wants to see the king of curses's capacity."
"What a crazy kid. He might be another Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer."
Meanwhile, on the battlefield.
Araki Itsuki saw Gojo Satoru's appearance and knew the battle was about to end.
He took control of his body and launched a final fierce attack.
"Scythe Sweep!"
Araki Itsuki's body charged forward, then twisted at the waist, and the giant scythe drew a crescent moon, instantly slashing towards Ryomen Sukuna.
The surrounding floors were instantly sliced in half, sliding down smoothly.
Ryomen Sukuna was a bit speechless and quickly used his Cursed Technique to block the slash.
"Dismantle!"
He had already figured it out: Araki Itsuki's fighting skills were worse than those of idle hooligans on the street; he was just wildly flailing his fists.
Previous attacks weren't because Araki Itsuki didn't want to dodge, but because he didn't know how to do anything; he couldn't predict his attack direction and path at all. He could only endure the attacks head-on and then counterattack.
At this moment, he was like a skilled master being assaulted by a strong young man with wild, unrefined punches.
And he even said that 'fist to flesh' is a man's world. If you're weak, you're weak; what excuses are you making!
However, just as Ryomen Sukuna was about to hand over control of his body to Itadori Yuji, not wanting to waste time with Araki Itsuki...
"Hahahaha!"
Araki Itsuki suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his expression joyful and wild.
"Such attack power! I acknowledge you!"
"In terms of Jujutsu, among all those I've fought, no one can surpass you. I, Araki Itsuki, declare you the strongest!!!"
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Ryomen Sukuna's expression instantly turned cold. Praise from a weakling was an insult to him.
One of his prominent traits was his extreme dislike for those who overestimate themselves and try to order him around, especially this brat who had no fighting skill and just threw wild punches.
"I'll kill you."
Ryomen Sukuna formed a hand sign, placed it before his eyes, and directly unleashed his Domain Expansion, intending to tear Araki Itsuki to shreds.
"Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine!"
A chilling aura instantly filled the entire battlefield. The Malevolent Shrine, built from countless biological remains, appeared behind him, and the entire space was enveloped in thick blood.
Fushiguro's face was astonished, and Gojo Satoru also showed an amused expression.
"It's an open Domain Expansion?!"
Currently, Sorcerers' Domain Expansions are all enclosed, applying sure-hit and sure-kill effects while continuously strengthening the internal barrier technique. However, this makes them extremely easy to break from the outside.
Although an open Domain Expansion doesn't have a barrier technique shell, it still has a coverage area, and the caster can adjust the coverage area independently.
The moment the Domain Expansion was unleashed, countless slashes appeared all around Araki Itsuki. There was no escape; he couldn't avoid them and was destined to be cut into a thousand pieces.
However.
Araki Itsuki smiled mysteriously: "You already have a mark on you."
Layast grinned savagely, glowing with a red, tyrannical light that enveloped Araki Itsuki, then instantly transformed into a red light that was unstoppable, unselectable, and unharmable!
It ignored all the slashes and burrowed into Ryomen Sukuna's body.
"Lacerating Shadow!"
Layast can invade the body of an entity he has damaged, entering an unselectable state, and then inflicting damage.
In the eyes of Gojo Satoru and the others, the buildings beneath Araki Itsuki's feet were instantly sliced into countless scattered fragments.
However, Araki Itsuki transformed into a red light, violently and rudely forcing his way into Ryomen Sukuna's body, cleverly avoiding all damage.
Pfft!
Countless red lights flickered on Ryomen Sukuna's body. His entire chest was torn open completely, and Araki Itsuki, covered in blood and holding the grotesque giant scythe, leaped out from the ruptured chest cavity.
"These two have terrifying abilities, Sensei, you..."
Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, calmly saying: "Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one."
"We'll win."
Beneath his calm tone, infinite confidence was hidden.
On the other side.
Ryomen Sukuna had already healed his body. This brat definitely couldn't use that un-targetable move indefinitely, and he was about to continue his attack.
Araki Itsuki waved his hand: "Itadori, switch back. It's over."
Ryomen Sukuna's expression instantly turned ferocious: "Damn it, it's not over yet!"
"Unable to take over. This brat named Itadori, who exactly is he?!"
The sharp, black, pointed fingernails vanished. The numerous tattoos on his scalp, face extending to his chin, nose, chest extending to his shoulders all the way to his back, abdomen, and wrist rings also disappeared.
The clueless Itadori reappeared: "Oh, Araki, are you alright?"
"Of course I'm fine. I now have a clear understanding of my current strength."
Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro instantly appeared beside the two. He circled Itadori with great interest.
"You really can control him."
Itadori scratched his head: "Although he's a bit noisy, I can freely switch control of the body."
Meanwhile, Araki Itsuki was also sizing up Gojo Satoru.
The strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of modern times, the first-year homeroom teacher at Jujutsu High, a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, born into the Gojo Family, one of the Three Great Clans, and the de facto representative of the Gojo Family.
"Hey, hey, hey, this height of over 190cm is a bit much, isn't it?"
Gojo Satoru was indeed handsome, but among those present, who wasn't dashing and suave?
Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets and smiled confidently: "I also feel like a crane among chickens."
Seeing that the two had no intention of fighting, Layast's grotesque single eye fixed on Gojo Satoru, saying discontentedly: "I want to tear open his flesh and blood and taste his fresh blood."
Araki Itsuki gave an awkward laugh. As a good person, how could he speak ill of someone in front of them?
"Alright, alright, Layast, your violent desires will be satisfied. Go back for now."
Then, ignoring its displeasure, he recalled it to the Void Realm like a child, to be with the other sleeping death omen star.
"Gojo Satoru, I want to join Jujutsu High, just like Itadori."
Gojo Satoru's lips curved into a smile: "This kid became a vessel for a special grade cursed object; he's sentenced to death."
"Come on, Gojo Satoru, a good teacher like you wouldn't give up on such a once-in-a-millennium prodigy. This guy not only has physical resilience but can also easily maintain his self in front of Ryomen Sukuna."
Gojo Satoru gazed at the smiling Araki Itsuki: How does this kid know what I'm thinking?
When Fushiguro pleaded for Itadori, Gojo Satoru had already planned how to handle Itadori: use him as a vessel to collect Ryomen Sukuna's fingers to appease the higher-ups, then bring him back to Jujutsu High.
A living Cursed Tool, strange abilities, powerful strength.
Gojo Satoru had never seen anything like Araki Itsuki. As the strongest individual with a free-spirited personality, he anticipated novel changes.
"But what is your purpose for joining Jujutsu High, kid?"
Araki Itsuki patted his blood-stained chest, his face full of righteous indignation.
"Of course, it's to heal the wounded, save the dying, and protect this planet!"
Fushiguro's mouth twitched, looking at the devastated campus, which was almost leveled, and couldn't help but retort: "You protected nothing!"
Gojo Satoru naturally didn't believe him either: "Tell me the truth."
Araki Itsuki licked his lips, his predatory gaze fixed on Itadori, or rather, on Ryomen Sukuna within him.
"The negative emotions from those ordinary Cursed Spirits are like plain boiled noodles; they're truly disgusting. But Ryomen Sukuna, as the king of curses from a thousand years ago, an entity who slaughtered an entire golden age of Jujutsu."
"The Cursed Spirit emotions he exudes are extreme, pure, and unmasked."
"Just one finger is so delicious, I'm absolutely high as a kite!"
A tyrannical gaze emanated from Araki Itsuki's eyes, making Itadori subconsciously take a step back.
He then said maniacally: "I'm going to help Ryomen Sukuna find all twenty fingers, and then properly savor this pure and ultimate deliciousness!"
Just a simple skirmish, and the negative emotions from those ordinary Cursed Spirits almost made Araki Itsuki gag; they were simply too vile and low-grade, tasteless as chewing wax.
Unless he was extremely starving, it was hard to stomach them.
But following Itadori's trail, countless delicious Cursed Spirits would actively come to him; it couldn't be more exhilarating.
He stroked his chin, guessing: "Can only Special Grade Cursed Spirits excite me?"
Gojo Satoru was also a person who acted on a whim, and finding it amusing, he laughed heartily:
"I agree."
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