In fact, Ryomen Sukuna was not released from Yuji Itadori's body by Choso.
Even the highly-regarded Special Grade Cursed Object, Cursed Womb: Death Painting—which Mahito had placed great hope in—ended up failing at the critical moment.
Currently, Choso's mental state was in extreme collapse, and his entire body was trembling.
The bundle he had been tightly clutching moments ago fell to the ground, opening along with the cloth covering it, causing fifteen dried, dark black fingers—resembling aged preserved meat—to drop into Yuji Itadori's pool of blood, creating ripples.
Although these ominous fingers were dry and skeletal, each one could easily allow a low-grade Cursed Spirit to instantly become a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Clatter clatter"
In the dim, narrow corridor filled with wall fragments, a broken fire sprinkler on the ceiling was continuously spraying water, the sound incessant, and the electric lights flickered on and off.
Slumped below the battered wall, which was riddled with several large holes, was a heavily wounded boy with cherry-blossom pink hair, suffering at least three penetrating injuries across his body.
Yuji Itadori's breathing was faint, and he had already lost consciousness; there was a gap about the size of a bowl carved out of his shoulder.
Therefore, if the purpose was only to knock out Yuji Itadori to summon Sukuna, he wouldn't have been beaten this severely.
This clearly involved a lot of complex personal emotions, as Yuji Itadori had killed Choso's two younger brothers.
But having done all this, Choso, the culprit, felt extremely distressed, as if he deeply regretted his actions, showing an expression of intense remorse.
He retreated uncontrollably, as if fleeing from reality.
"Impossible!"
Because many inexplicable images were flashing through Choso's mind, he was starting to lose the distinction between reality and illusion.
"Ah, absolutely impossible."
The dazed Choso walked aimlessly, clutching his head with wide eyes, the constantly flashing images stimulating his Kenjaku.
He ignored the two girls who had crossed his path, disappearing haughtily into the distant darkness, where only his incomprehensible murmuring could be faintly heard.
"How could he possibly be my brother?"
"Mimiko, that was..."
Choso's departure allowed the two girls, whose hearts had been in their throats moments before, to breathe a heavy sigh of relief.
"One of the Cursed Spirits that was fighting Gojo Satoru earlier."
If these two girls had to face Choso, even fighting together would have been a dead end, so avoiding a conflict was an extremely fortunate outcome.
The pale girl with black hair who was holding a doll said to the darker-skinned girl beside her,
"Let's ignore him, Yuji Itadori is over there."
Nanako tightly clutched the Sukuna finger she held—it was their only hope of freeing Master Geto.
"Mhm, you're right."
As they stepped forward, rapidly approaching Yuji Itadori, their impatience caused them to miss the objects on the ground, and the slippery floor made them lose their footing.
"Watch out, Mimiko."
The two supported each other to keep from falling. When they finally saw clearly what was on the ground, both their eyes widened in shock.
"Impossible! How can there be so many?"
Nanako, Mimiko, and their comrades had risked their lives just to steal one Sukuna finger from the strict supervision of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, yet now, a dozen or more Sukuna fingers lay quietly on the ground at their feet.
"Are they real?"
These fingers were scattered evenly around Yuji Itadori; anyone unaware would think they were unwanted trash.
Nanako picked up one from the ground, examined it closely, and realized it was genuine.
"Heh heh."
Mimiko's hands trembled as she picked up the fingers; this kind of ridiculous feeling was probably only understood by those who had truly experienced it.
Mimiko and Nanako swallowed, exchanged glances, and finally nodded.
They made a decision.
Since there were so many fingers, why not feed them all to Yuji Itadori at once?
Feeding one was still feeding, so it was better to feed them all at once and go for a super boost.
Little did they know that their actions perfectly aligned with the outcome Kenjaku and the Special Grade Cursed Spirits had originally discussed.
No, it should be said that as Yuji Itadori's mother, Kenjaku naturally knew his son's limits very well.
If Yuji Itadori swallowed one finger at a time and was observed over several days, swallowing even 20 fingers would be fine.
But if he ingested more than ten fingers simultaneously, Yuji Itadori's suppression of Sukuna would fail, and Sukuna would seize control.
"We apologize, Master Sukuna."
"Please forgive us."
The situation is urgent, and we didn't have time to wash them; we hope you won't mind.
These fingers had mostly been stained by the sewage on the ground, making the already dark objects even dirtier; the two girls only managed to wipe them slightly.
Nanako opened Yuji Itadori's mouth, grabbed a handful of Sukuna's fingers, and shoved them inside.
Ten fingers was the limit for one go; Yuji Itadori's mouth couldn't fit any more.
But when they were shoved in, he seemed to choke, and they all got stuck in his throat.
Nanako ended up using a stick from the side to poke Yuji Itadori's throat, forcing all the fingers down.
"Please."
The two of them were praying while they fed him.
"Master Sukuna, please come out quickly."
Just then, another group of people rushed in from the end of the corner, creating a considerable commotion.
The first ones to rush over were Nanami Kento, Kusakabe, Panda, and Mei Mei, among others.
Because they sensed that Sukuna's fingers had been unsealed, they ran at extreme speed toward the location where the fingers were being released.
Kusakabe, among them, was bruised, battered, covered in dirt, and wearing a neck brace.
Given his cowardly nature, it was quite surprising that he would come over.
But Kusakabe had grievances he couldn't voice; he had been conscripted by Mr. Nanami.
Because, as that young man had said, even someone with Nanami Kento's strength was not powerful enough to enter that battlefield and guarantee self-preservation.
Let alone the ordinary students. Therefore, Kusakabe, as a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, naturally could not escape. The gathering of these Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers represented the strongest force apart from the students.
But when this large group arrived, they found two young girls prying open Yuji Itadori's mouth and stuffing fingers inside.
This scene was utterly horrifying.
Nanami Kento and Mei Mei were dumbfounded; Sukuna's fingers were being frantically stuffed into the boy's mouth by the girls as if they were bulk items and cost nothing.
"Stop!"
Kusakabe felt his chance to show off had arrived and immediately reprimanded them,
"Get away from Yuji Itadori, right now!"
But unexpectedly, upon seeing them arrive, the two girls, as if guilty of a crime, immediately shoved the remaining fingers in even faster.
"Hey, can't you understand human language?"
Kusakabe put on an air of adult authority, stern-faced, and was about to go pull the two girls away when—
Nanami Kento suddenly sensed an ominous premonition, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately lunged forward, grabbing Kusakabe fiercely to pull him back.
But it was already too late.
Kusakabe himself didn't even have time to react until he saw blood spraying wildly from the severed limb and felt an intense, skull-splitting pain.
Only then did he realize that the front half of his left hand had been sliced off by something like a sharp blade.
Furthermore, it wasn't just his left hand; the cutting extended to the buildings above Kusakabe—the entire Shibuya Station was sliced through simultaneously.
Slash marks, denser than a downpour, divided the floors, cutting every brick, tile, and structure in all areas above the third basement level into fragments!
And it wasn't a simple cut; it was a complete shredding, turning everything into fine dust.
If viewed from the outside, it would look like everything in the upper buildings was annihilated after a single flash of light.
If there were still other people on the upper floors of Shibuya Station, they could only be called unlucky.
In that terrifying strike, those people would be shredded along with the structures above them, dying the absolute worst death.
The exposed steel bars and concrete were also covered in savage blade marks.
The cold night wind blew in, and the area above the ceiling suddenly opened up completely, allowing them to see the moon high in the night sky.
Although this scene was shocking, no one dared to speak.
Even Kusakabe, enduring the pain of his severed hand, gritted his teeth and muffled his groans, trying his best not to make any loud noise.
A heavy, cold, and viscous malice pressed down on them, making it difficult to breathe.
Especially the two young girls, who had never endured such terrifying pressure, immediately collapsed and prostrated themselves on the ground.
Trembling all over, not daring to look at the figure so close by.
I won't be killed just by breathing, will I?
The two little girls were on the verge of tears.
Because all of them knew there was a guy with a bad temper but terrifying strength up there.
Under the moonlight, a red-eyed man with numerous tattooed lines on his face appeared.
His pupils, filled with cruelty and violence, were brimming with contempt for life, and below the corner of his eye was another narrow pupil, which was also this man's eye.
Under the moonlight, Ryomen Sukuna's figure stretched endlessly, and within his shadow, a terrifying monster seemed to be roaring at the moon.
Ryomen Sukuna lazily propped his head with one hand, looking down arrogantly at the Jujutsu Sorcerer and the two little girls before him, like a king surveying his subjects.
Just as he was about to say something, he felt a strange, uncomfortable taste in his mouth.
"Pah!"
It was as if Ryomen Sukuna had a foreign object in his mouth, like he was gargling, then he spat out a mouthful of saliva to the side and muttered to himself.
"What's that taste? So strange."
Ryomen Sukuna wiped his mouth with his sleeve, speaking in a tone that was hard to tell if it was praise or something else.
"You actually fed me sixteen fingers at once."
Ryomen Sukuna hadn't expected his full resurrection to come so easily; he just couldn't stand watching that brat being beaten down by trash.
It was unbearable to watch, so he closed his eyes and feigned sleep, but then someone inside actually delivered all the remaining fingers to him.
"You guys are quite capable."
The resurrection of the King of Curses from a thousand years ago undoubtedly brought immense pressure to Nanami Kento and his group.
Though they didn't want to admit it, this guy in front of them was immeasurably stronger than the Special Grade Cursed Spirit they had encountered.
Just the abyssal, ocean-like Cursed Energy alone was enough to make them look up in awe.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Nanami Kento's forehead.
"Perhaps only Gojo Satoru, and that young man who also gave them an incredible sense of oppression,"
"could fight this guy in front of us."
And what were the two people Nanami Kento had placed so much hope in doing?
"This thing really is…"
No matter how Gojo Satoru struggled, he couldn't break free from the Prison Realm's Restraint.
"Kenmyo, quickly help me break free from this."
"Wait, don't rush."
Although Kenmyo didn't want to put that bastard back on Suguru Geto's Kenjaku, given the circumstances, he couldn't worry about it too much.
He had previously said that if he were to let Gojo Satoru break free from this frustrating bind now, the only way was for Kenmyo to replace Kenjaku and control Suguru Geto's body.
It sounded simple, but preparing for it hastily was quite troublesome.
Kenmyo used his Spiritual Hand to place Kenjaku's Kenjaku in the empty space that originally belonged to Suguru Geto.
Moreover, because the Butcher's Nails were a later implant, and their appearance was similar to dreadlocks, directly extending from the skull and exposed.
This meant that if Suguru Geto's head were to be closed, several holes would have to be drilled in his scalp to let these tube-like things pass through.
But Kenmyo would absolutely not do that; it would be an insult to Suguru Geto's corpse.
So Kenmyo completely wrapped his head in bandages, like a mummy, at least so that horrifying scene couldn't be seen.
Prison Realm, "Release!"
Kenmyo released the Prison Realm that was binding Suguru Geto; otherwise, due to the Prison Realm's zero Cursed Energy effect, even if he controlled Kenjaku to control Suguru Geto, he wouldn't be able to use any Cursed Techniques.
Kenjaku had controlled other corpses for thousands of years; perhaps it never imagined that one day it would be controlled by someone else in return.
With the Cursed Technique user, the pillars of the Prison Realm also withdrew at the same time, then transformed back into a small metal box.
If not for the eyes moving on that box, no one would know that this was the strongest Cursed Tool capable of sealing all things in the world.
Kenmyo first picked up the Prison Realm and then put it back into his system inventory.
To be honest, carrying such a thing outside, even on his person, felt unreliable.
It felt much safer to put it in his own backpack, where no one could take it away.
Kenmyo controlling Suguru Geto's body was similar in principle to controlling his usual clones, so it wasn't unfamiliar.
However, when his consciousness connected to Suguru Geto's body, he couldn't help but be startled.
Because of Cursed Spirit Manipulation, all the Special Grade Cursed Spirits collected by Kenjaku were within Kenmyo's line of sight.
These things could only be seen by him, through Suguru Geto's perspective.
Kenmyo saw many fierce and evil monsters in an endless black space, various kinds: birds, tigers, lions, and all sorts of chimeric creatures.
There were also many imaginary Cursed Spirits, special existences that only existed as concepts.
When not summoned by Suguru Geto, these Cursed Spirits were all sleeping.
Moreover, the Cursed Energy levels of these things were quite high; there were no A-grades, but there were seven or eight B-grades.
As soon as Kenmyo's gaze fell upon one of the Cursed Spirits, that Cursed Spirit would know it was about to be summoned and could directly appear in the outside world.
For example, a C-rank lower Cursed Spirit in the distance, its entire body covered by unknown Cursed Charms; with a thought, all the Cursed Spirit's data was known.
[Pox God]
A Special Grade Cursed Spirit, a Cursed Spirit of disease, its ability is…
Kenmyo also saw many legendary Cursed Spirits, such as the [Earthquake Catfish] that could cause earthquakes, and so on.
However, what shocked Kenmyo even more was Kenjaku; this thing was truly convenient, plug-and-play.
If he were alone, he would have no way to control Suguru Geto.
Regarding Kenjaku's uses, Kenmyo seemed to vaguely think of some other aspects.
For example, whether it could strip Cursed Techniques.
"Oh, Satoru."
Suguru Geto greeted Gojo Satoru.
With his lifelike appearance, Gojo Satoru again thought Suguru Geto had come back to life.
"Wait, I'll help you release the Cursed Technique."
It wasn't until Kenmyo controlled Suguru Geto's body to release the Prison Realm's restraint on Gojo Satoru that he truly breathed a sigh of relief.
Gojo Satoru stretched his stiff body, and only after feeling Cursed Energy flowing through him again did he let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Thank you for this time."
Gojo Satoru watched Kenmyo pick up the Prison Realm from the ground again and take it for himself, saying nothing but instead thanking him.
"It's nothing, it's all for Satoru's sake."
Kenmyo retrieved both Prison Realms, which was an unexpected bonus.
He helped Gojo Satoru purely out of consideration for his friend, Gojo Satoru.
If this man were called 2.5 Satoru Gojo, Kenmyo would not have saved him.
Let him fend for himself.
"But what do you plan to do with that thing?"
Although Kenmyo was also underground, the profound malice emanating from above still made it impossible for him to ignore.
Fighting with that kind of guy, if it was to pick up a bargain, Kenmyo would be very willing.
After all, it was equivalent to a very high number of points.
Killing Tengen gave Kenmyo twenty million points.
That King of Curses sounded so powerful, it should be more than twenty million, right?
"Hmm, just leave it to me."
Gojo Satoru directly took on the task of Sukuna.
"I've already troubled you enough."
Kenmyo had no knowledge of Ryomen Sukuna's strength, so he asked curiously.
"How many fingers does Sukuna have now?"
"Let me think, he should be fully resurrected now."
Gojo Satoru, who was doing stretching exercises, rubbed his legs.
He was also making an educated guess.
"Eighteen, nineteen fingers, definitely."
"Ugh, so troublesome."
Gojo Satoru pouted, showing a look of disdain.
"Why do they always want to disrupt the peaceful everyday life?"
"Can you win then?"
Kenmyo inquired.
In response to his question,
Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment, then smiled and firmly replied to Kenmyo.
"Yes, I can win!"
Then Gojo Satoru added another affirmative statement, seemingly cheering himself on.
"I will definitely win."
"Is that so?"
Kenmyo also chuckled lightly, saying,
"Just don't get cut in half."
"I won't."
"Being cut in half sounds very painful."
Gojo Satoru showed a wry smile.
"Can't you wish me well for once?"
He thought for a moment before speaking.
"By the way, could I ask you for a favor?"