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In the shattered courtyard.
Fushiguro Megumi heard Araki Itsuki's words and smiled helplessly, realizing he had indeed been overthinking, constantly pondering all sorts of things every day.
You're not a philosopher, enjoy the fight!
A hint of madness flashed in his eyes as he brazenly scrutinized the Special Grade Cursed Spirit before him, while his mind rapidly processed information:
Kon's claws had just left marks on its arm, proving they could breach its Cursed Energy defense. If so, there was a chance.
"I'll kill you!"
With a shout, Fushiguro Megumi charged directly at the Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
Brimming with Cursed Energy, his speed increased, and he lunged forward, appearing directly in front of it.
Pushing off the ground and twisting his waist to amplify his power, he executed a spinning double-leg kick towards its head.
Bang!
Mobilizing all his strength proved effective; even the Special Grade Cursed Spirit was knocked back two steps.
Before it could regain its balance, a strange hawk cry echoed.
Nue, its wings enveloped in lightning, attacked swiftly from behind.
Its sharp, dark claws left a bloody wound directly on the Special Grade Cursed Spirit's back.
The Finger Curse Spirit angrily twisted its body, grabbing Nue's talons before it could ascend again.
It swung Nue, intending to smash it to the ground and disable the annoying Shikigami.
But Fushiguro Megumi was faster, seizing the moment it reached out to grab Nue. A heavy punch, imbued with Cursed Energy, thrust into its unprotected chest.
Bang!
A blast of air erupted from the Finger Curse Spirit's back as it took Fushiguro's heavy punch head-on, causing it to involuntarily spit out a mouthful of blood.
Nue, still screeching, took the opportunity to flap its wings and break free.
Fushiguro Megumi moved quickly, darting around it, striking and retreating instantly, never engaging in a prolonged struggle to avoid being caught.
At the same time, his Cursed Energy-infused fists delivered a barrage of blows to the Finger Curse Spirit's abdomen and sides.
He extended his hands, palms facing upwards, raised to chest height, with his forearms close together and elbows near his chest.
Fushiguro Megumi brought his wrists together, contracted his hips, lowered his shoulders, and clasped his elbows, then forcefully pushed upwards.
With a move called 'White Ape Offers Fruit,' he landed a brutal blow on its undefended chin.
Blood gushed uncontrollably, the Finger Curse Spirit's chin shattered instantly, its body flew upwards, its neck nearly broken.
Even its almond-sized brain, no matter how dull, reacted at this point.
In terms of combat technique, it was no match; it could only overpower them with Cursed Energy.
Thinking this, it thrust its arms outwards, and a dense burst of Cursed Energy immediately erupted, spreading in all directions.
Fushiguro Megumi and Nue were both pushed back, unable to get close.
However, Fushiguro was not alarmed but rather pleased. As he quickly leaped back to create distance, he formed hand signs for his Cursed Technique, staring intently at the Cursed Energy-bursting Finger Curse Spirit.
Finally.
The violent Cursed Energy burst ended, and the Special Grade Cursed Spirit conjured a ball of Cursed Energy in its hand, intending to blast the group from a distance!
Suddenly, a low roar echoed.
"Orochi!"
A gigantic, snake-shaped Shikigami burst from the ground, ambushing and restraining the Finger Curse Spirit amidst flying debris.
It bit down fiercely on its back and savagely slammed it into a building.
The Finger Curse Spirit was pushed back at high speed, unable to find leverage to pry open Orochi's terrifying, bloody maw.
The crashing sound of shattering floors was incessant, and countless fragments of rock rained down from above.
Araki Itsuki casually incinerated the debris flying around him, murmuring with admiration:
"He was waiting for the Special Grade Cursed Spirit's vulnerable period during its Cursed Energy burst, wasn't he?
Truly a genius Jujutsu Sorcerer."
"Although in the anime he was either getting beaten up or on his way to getting beaten up, his talent is truly strong. No wonder Gojo Satoru believes his potential is no less than Itadori Yuji's."
When watching the anime, Araki Itsuki was puzzled: what was wrong with Fushiguro?
His strength wasn't weak, yet he was beaten by low-grade Cursed Spirits at school, by the Finger Curse Spirit at the reformatory, by Ryomen Sukuna outside, and by Todo at the exchange event.
How tragic!
Anyway.
Fushiguro Megumi pressed his advantage. Nue's lightning on its wings grew denser and more dangerous, as it, along with Orochi, continuously whipped the Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the air, paralyzing its body.
Then, Orochi's thick, massive body curved into a crescent shape in the air, gathering strength, and violently slammed the paralyzed Finger Curse Spirit from its mouth onto the ground.
Bang, bang, bang!
The power generated by such a massive body after accumulating momentum was terrifying.
The Finger Curse Spirit was utterly unable to resist, smashing through several floors of buildings and carving a ditch over ten meters long in the ground before finally coming to a halt.
Kon, who had been waiting nearby, its claws gleaming with a cold light, leaped down from the air, pouncing on the fallen Finger Curse Spirit.
Pfft!
Blood splattered, and two severed arms fell to the ground.
The weakened Finger Curse Spirit had used its arms to block its neck, thus avoiding decapitation.
Its mouth puffed out, and it violently spat out a Cursed Energy bullet.
Bang!
A massive explosion erupted. Fushiguro Megumi, who wanted to deliver the finishing blow, had no choice but to retreat with Kon.
He watched helplessly as the Finger Curse Spirit regenerated its body and stood up again.
"Damn it, I don't have much Cursed Energy left!"
Fushiguro gasped, feeling an abnormal fatigue in his brain and his physical strength gradually failing.
Controlling three Shikigami simultaneously took a heavy toll on his mental energy.
A figure appeared beside him. Araki Itsuki comforted him: "It's alright, you've already done very well."
"Itadori, come take care of Fushiguro."
Itadori Yuji, who hadn't been able to intervene, quickly ran over to help the exhausted Fushiguro Megumi.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The Finger Curse Spirit, which had just climbed up, hadn't even had a chance to vent its anger when it saw Araki Itsuki approaching again.
Its legs trembled, and it turned and fled.
Araki Itsuki, seeing this, asked curiously: "Don't Cursed Spirits usually like to linger around their birthplace?"
"Why are you running?"
However, the Finger Curse Spirit didn't look back, instead hurling several Cursed Energy waves at Araki Itsuki to block his approach, continuing its desperate escape.
Thud!
Just as it was about to escape, it suddenly crashed into a chest as hard as thick rock.
Araki Itsuki silently appeared, completely blocking the exit.
He reached out and easily pulled apart the Finger Curse Spirit's struggling and resisting arms.
He grabbed its grotesque head, holding it firmly, and lifted it into the air.
The Finger Curse Spirit felt its head about to be crushed, frantically kicking and struggling, wanting to break free.
Bang, bang, bang!
Finding it impossible to pry open Araki Itsuki's steel-like arm, it could only blast all its chaotic Cursed Energy at Araki Itsuki.
It didn't even care if the close proximity would harm itself.
However, Araki Itsuki merely wore a playful expression, absorbing its death throes of Cursed Energy bullets.
His fingers clenched, and the Finger Curse Spirit's hideous head trembled violently.
"Such cowardice, I will not tolerate it!"
Splat!
A grotesque sound, like a watermelon exploding, was heard, and foul blood mixed with minced meat flowed from Araki Itsuki's fingers.
Purple-black Death Omen Star Energy manifested on him, eagerly and impatiently devouring the hatred and curses of the Cursed Spirit in its final moments.
"Although it's only newly Special Grade, it's still palatable."
After savoring the Finger Curse Spirit's fear, Araki Itsuki waved to the two: "It's over, let's go."
Fushiguro Megumi watched the Special Grade Cursed Spirit, which he had struggled against for a long time without defeating, become as lowly as a worm, waiting for death before Araki Itsuki.
The power gap between them sent shivers down his spine.
Most importantly, Araki Itsuki's methods were nothing like what a Jujutsu Sorcerer should employ.
That terrifying dark aura would likely make even a Curse User unable to tell who was superior.
"Truly terrifying, he's probably another Okkotsu-senpai."
Araki Itsuki waved to the two: "It's confirmed there are no survivors, and the Special Grade Cursed Spirit has been exorcised. Let's go."
Fushiguro nodded, dispelled his summoned Shikigami, and wearily followed Itadori Yuji.
Araki Itsuki summarized:
"Both of you did very well this time. You are now able to face a Special Grade Cursed Spirit without being paralyzed by its oppressive fear."
"While you can't kill it yet, you can at least escape."
"But don't get complacent."
At this point, Araki Itsuki looked seriously at Itadori Yuji:
"Ryomen Sukuna and that Cursed Spirit just now are both classified as Special Grade."
"But there's a world of difference between the two; Ryomen Sukuna could easily slaughter that Cursed Spirit."
After speaking, Araki Itsuki took out a terrifying, shriveled finger.
Itadori Yuji immediately recognized what it was, greatly surprised.
"Why is Ryomen Sukuna's Finger here?!"
"It was on that Cursed Spirit just now. This is why it became a Special Grade Cursed Spirit."
Cold sweat ran down Fushiguro's forehead, somewhat incredulous:
"So, this Special Grade Cursed Spirit was merely the result of one Finger's catalysis?!"
Even though he constantly reevaluated Ryomen Sukuna's power, Fushiguro was still shocked to hear this.
Araki Itsuki nodded: "That's right, so there's a long way to go. Both of you, keep up the good work. Itadori, go back and practice your Cursed Energy diligently."
"Also, Gojo Satoru-sensei will probably be very displeased. As soon as he went on a business trip, a bunch of maggots assigned such a terrifying mission to his beloved students."
Araki Itsuki showed an amused smile: "Things are about to get interesting."
"Let's go."
The three, each lost in thought, turned and departed.
As they neared the exit, Araki Itsuki suddenly froze in place.
"Uh… did we forget someone?"
Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori Yuji stared wide-eyed at each other, then suddenly remembered something and simultaneously jumped up, exclaiming:
"Kugisaki?!!!"
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