Two Zanpakuto, Kakashi’s Matching Set!

Jujutsu Kaisen world.

An abandoned park.

A sudden downpour had trapped Chu Yang here just after he completed a commission. Gazing at the dark, oppressive clouds, his expression was gloomy.

Five Special Grade Cursed Spirits!

He had slain five Special Grade Cursed Spirits this month alone!

A shocking record!

It could be said that aside from Gojo Satoru, no one had performed more brilliantly than Chu Yang.

He had also become the most talked-about Jujutsu Sorcerer in all of Tokyo.

With strength this terrifying, he should have been promoted to Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer long ago.

But…

There had been no word from Jujutsu High. Even now, Chu Yang was still only a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.

The patter of rain gradually soothed Chu Yang’s mood. "I thought that after becoming a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, I’d be able to access the Sukuna’s fingers sealed away by Jujutsu High. Looks like I’ll have to find another way."

"Sure enough, things never go as smoothly as planned."

Once the rain eased slightly, Chu Yang let out a long breath and slowly stepped into the curtain of rain.

"I’ve been looking for you for ages. Why are you standing here alone in the rain? You look pretty lonely. Don’t tell me you got dumped?"

Just as Chu Yang was deep in thought, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared, looking at him with a shamelessly smug grin.

Every raindrop that fell toward Gojo Satoru was bounced away by an invisible film. Even though he stood in the pouring rain, not a single part of him was wet.

"If you know I’m in a bad mood, then get to the point. Speak up or shut up."

Chu Yang waved impatiently, as though shooing away a fly.

"Those old geezers want to invite you to teach at Jujutsu High."

Gojo Satoru grinned.

"So that’s what this is about…"

Chu Yang stopped walking, a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. "A Jujutsu Sorcerer who came up outside the system, neither from Jujutsu High nor from one of the great families, isn’t qualified to become a Special Grade. So they want to stamp me with the Jujutsu High brand?"

The smile disappeared from Gojo Satoru’s face. With his hands clasped behind his head, he stretched lazily. "That’s probably what they mean. After all these years, their way of thinking and doing things hasn’t changed at all. It’s disgusting."

Chu Yang was not the only one who loathed the state of the jujutsu world. Gojo Satoru’s disgust ran even deeper than Chu Yang’s, but he had chosen a different way to solve the problem.

Gojo Satoru wanted to cultivate more outstanding young people and let them grow strong enough to replace the rotten higher-ups.

It was a method that demanded a great deal of time and effort.

Given enough time, it might truly bring about a brand-new jujutsu world.

Chu Yang did not have that kind of patience. He had chosen to kill those people directly, and the man before him would definitely stop him.

"Senior, you should know that the time spent teaching students would be enough for me to complete several commissions. A teacher’s salary can’t make up for that."

"Stop caring so much about money. You’ve got enough savings to buy an entire building in Tokyo by now, haven’t you?"

"I’ve only completed one small goal."

"How many small goals do you even want?"

Gojo Satoru began counting on his fingers.

Chu Yang pressed down his hand and shook his head. "I really have no interest in being a teacher…"

Gojo Satoru grabbed his hand in return and said solemnly, "There’s a generous allowance!"

Chu Yang took a deep breath, his expression turning reverent. "My childhood dream was to become a respected teacher of the people!"

Gojo Satoru: "…"

"I had no idea you had such a noble dream. Looks like I don’t understand you well enough after all, little Yangyang."

"Can you stop calling me that? It just makes me hate you even more, Senior!"

Gojo Satoru coughed twice and smiled. "Then let’s get back to business. You’re now a teacher at Jujutsu High. I’ll have someone prepare your teaching certificate later, but before that, you need to go on a business trip."

Chu Yang frowned. "Is there an allowance?"

Gojo Satoru nodded. "Of course!"

Chu Yang’s frown immediately eased, and he revealed a kindly smile. "Business trips are a good thing. Feel free to arrange more of them in the future."

Gojo Satoru wiped cold sweat from his forehead. The so-called allowance was actually coming out of his own pocket. How could those old geezers at Jujutsu High possibly give Chu Yang benefits that good?

But he had no choice.

Gojo Satoru knew that if Chu Yang did not join Jujutsu High, his chances of becoming a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer would be nearly zero. If this continued, he might choose a path that ran completely against theirs.

This sort of thing had happened many times throughout the history of the jujutsu world.

Having once lost his best friend, Gojo Satoru truly did not want to see another genius end up on the opposite side.

"Where am I going?"

"Miyagi Prefecture Sugisawa Third High School."

Night.

Chu Yang took a taxi to Miyagi Prefecture Sugisawa Third High School, three hundred kilometers from Tokyo.

The cab fare would be counted as part of the allowance and reimbursed by Gojo Satoru.

A first-year student from Jujutsu High had come with him.

After getting out of the car, Chu Yang glanced at the expressionless student beside him, then at the familiar high school ahead.

Was the plot finally beginning?

"Didn’t Senior Gojo tell you where the item was?"

"In the louvered box near the school."

"Is he an idiot? He actually put it in a place like that?"

"That’s what I thought too."

While the two complained, they found the louvered box containing Sukuna’s finger. A dense cursed aura still lingered around it.

Chu Yang knew there was nothing inside.

Megumi Fushiguro opened the louvered box. It was pitch-black inside, and nothing could be seen. He reached in and felt around for a long time, but found nothing.

Megumi Fushiguro’s expression changed. He directly stuck his head inside and wriggled around like a maggot for ages before pulling back out. Looking at Chu Yang with a miserable face, he said, "Teacher, the item is gone!"

Chu Yang calmly took out his phone and called Gojo Satoru. He did not mention that Sukuna’s finger was missing and instead launched straight into a furious tirade.

After cursing him out, it felt as if all the pressure had been released. Chu Yang stretched comfortably.

Megumi Fushiguro stared in astonishment.

He was not exactly polite to Gojo Satoru either, but he had never gone as far as Chu Yang.

"Hahaha, don’t mind it. That’s just how we get along. He’s always making snide remarks at me, so I finally found a chance to vent."

Megumi Fushiguro swallowed hard.

"Come on, don’t stand around here. A student from the school probably picked up the cursed object. Let’s go take a look inside."

Chu Yang put away his phone and headed toward the school.

"If a student picked it up, they might have taken the cursed object home. There’s no point going into the school."

"That thing looks terrifying. What normal person would take it home? It should still be in a classroom somewhere, like some kind of Occult Research Club…"

Megumi Fushiguro’s face darkened. He always felt that this teacher gave off the same unreliable air as Gojo Satoru.

Half an hour later.

The two stood before a classroom.

Occult Research Club

A dense cursed aura seeped out from inside the classroom.

"You’ve got to be kidding."

"Even with the seal intact, it can’t conceal the stench of this cursed aura. It’s really about to fail." Chu Yang and Megumi Fushiguro rummaged through the classroom and found Sukuna’s finger. The wooden box that had contained it was nowhere to be found, leaving only the finger wrapped in a burial shroud.

By tomorrow night, Yuji Itadori’s two suicidal upperclassmen would break the seal on the finger and draw countless curses here.

If Chu Yang took the finger away in advance, no one knew what Yuji Itadori’s future would become.

"Something so dangerous was just sitting out in a classroom. If we had arrived any later, something terrible might have happened at this school."

Megumi Fushiguro felt lingering fear as he watched Chu Yang silently put away the finger. He hesitated somewhat. Gojo Satoru had told him to personally bring Sukuna’s finger back.

The person in front of him was also a Jujutsu High teacher, and the one Gojo Satoru had entrusted with this mission.

He should be reliable, right?

Megumi Fushiguro thought to himself and forcefully exhaled.

"Megumi, I have something else to do, so I won’t be returning to Jujutsu High with you. Take a cab back yourself, and remember to have Senior Gojo reimburse the fare."

Having obtained the finger, Chu Yang bid Megumi Fushiguro farewell with a smile.

Megumi Fushiguro watched his departing back and felt that something was off, so he took out his phone and called Gojo Satoru.

"That strange teacher left with Sukuna’s finger. Is that really okay?"

"Don’t worry."

"It’s not that I’m being suspicious, but I keep feeling like that teacher is strange."

"What I mean is, I’m already on my way over, so no matter what happens, don’t worry."

"Huh?"

Before the call had even ended, Megumi Fushiguro sensed an immense wave of Cursed Energy approaching.

"Could it be that he rushed over because he got cursed out?"

Megumi Fushiguro’s expression turned strange.

A streak of light cut across the pitch-black night sky.

Chu Yang had just torn off the burial shroud around Sukuna’s finger when he saw Gojo Satoru descend from the sky.

"Hahaha, you really handle things properly. When I heard the item was missing, I thought something might have gone wrong."

Gojo Satoru scratched his head with a smile, his gaze focusing on the bare finger.

He froze.

Chu Yang laughed awkwardly.

"The seal was damaged this badly?"

"Those guys in logistics clearly told me it had been preserved perfectly."

"Someone might think you destroyed the seal yourself…"

After making a few teasing remarks, Gojo Satoru realized that the atmosphere had suddenly become awkward.

He smacked his lips and looked at Chu Yang.

"No way, little Yangyang?"

The moment he finished speaking, Chu Yang swiftly shoved Sukuna’s finger into his mouth, then let out a satisfied burp.

Gojo Satoru: "…"

Megumi Fushiguro, who had arrived late, happened to see the scene. His eyes widened immediately as he shouted, "Teacher, you can’t eat that! You’ll die!"

The terrifying Cursed Energy continuously swelled alongside Megumi Fushiguro’s warning, forming a storm centered on Chu Yang that ravaged the surrounding area.

"Why did you do this?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang with a complicated expression. He could not understand his actions at all.

Unfortunately, Chu Yang could not answer him.

After swallowing Sukuna’s finger, Chu Yang’s consciousness sank into silence.

Within a space filled with mist.

Sukuna, whose consciousness had just awakened, was extremely excited because he could sense the host’s talent.

If he could seize this body, he could become even stronger than he had been a thousand years ago.

Sukuna threw back his head and laughed wildly, his unrestrained laughter echoing through the dark space.

But.

As time passed, Sukuna gradually sensed that something was wrong.

He could not reshape this space as he wished. By all rights, he should have been its master.

This mysterious space did not seem to be the host’s consciousness…

The surrounding mist suddenly dispersed.

A majestic palace stood towering before Sukuna.

He stared blankly.

The palace’s splendor surpassed everything he knew.

Without realizing it, Sukuna slowly stepped onto the stairs before the palace.

Someone stood at the palace entrance.

Sukuna recognized him. He was the owner of this body.

"Is this a world you created?"

Sukuna was somewhat amazed by the other man’s imagination.

"No. But honestly, I’m surprised you were able to appear here."

Chu Yang stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him with two blades in hand.

"You have many secrets. Once I kill you, everything will belong to me."

Sukuna formed a hand sign before his chest, and Cursed Energy erupted instantly. A massive shrine appeared behind him, confronting the palace behind Chu Yang from afar.

Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.

Sukuna’s domain continued to expand, as if it would swallow everything around it.

But when the domain reached Chu Yang’s feet, it suddenly came to a halt, unable to advance even an inch further.

Sukuna’s expression changed drastically.

"This is our world. Your domain cannot exert any effect here."

Voices came from every direction.

Sukuna looked around and saw many beings dressed in entirely different styles, yet all of them looked remarkably similar to Chu Yang.

"The souls of these people all tasted exactly the same. They… are the same person!"

As the King of Curses, Sukuna was exceptionally sensitive to souls. He immediately discovered Chu Yang’s secret.

How could one person’s soul possibly split into so many powerful souls?

That was completely impossible.

"How did you do it?!"

"Is this your innate technique?!"

Sukuna looked up in shock, his eyes gradually turning excited. He was determined to have this ability!

"Hey, it looks like he still hasn’t realized how serious this is."

Magic Chu Yang clicked his tongue in amazement. As expected of Lord Sukuna. Even in a situation like this, his face is still screaming that he wants to fight.

"I’ll deal with him as quickly as I can."

Jujutsu Chu Yang was about to make a move when Shinigami Chu Yang stopped him.

"I’ll do it."

Shinigami Chu Yang stepped down the stairs.

"You could say it’s right up his alley."

Pirate Chu Yang crossed his arms, looking ready to enjoy the show.

Sukuna watched Shinigami Chu Yang warily. This guy in black robes gave off a strange feeling.

It vaguely suppressed him.

As Shinigami Chu Yang drew closer and closer, the agitating unease nearly drove Sukuna mad.

He could no longer remain calm, like a beast driven into a corner.

Sukuna rashly launched an attack at Shinigami Chu Yang.

Shinigami Chu Yang used Kido.

A circular formation of light suddenly appeared beneath Sukuna’s feet.

One second later, golden lightning erupted, swallowing Sukuna within the formation.

"AAAAARGH!"

Sukuna let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Kido had a special effect on life forms like him.

Let alone a Sukuna with only one-twentieth of his original strength—even Sukuna at his peak would have only one outcome if he encountered Chu Yang as a Shinigami.

With his domain suppressed, Sukuna could not last long against Shinigami Chu Yang and soon fell into a near-death state.

With nineteen other fingers remaining, he would not die completely.

But the humiliation he suffered at that moment was even more painful to Sukuna than death.

Sukuna’s final gaze at Chu Yang was filled with madness.

As if it were saying…

The next time we meet, I’ll definitely kill you.

After eliminating Sukuna, the uninvited guest, everyone returned to the Soul Palace and shared the memories and abilities they had gained during this time.

Demon Slayer Chu Yang finally obtained the swordsmanship he had wanted.

He sat down on the spot and began comprehending the supreme principles of the sword.

Although the martial arts world was not particularly high on the power scale, its martial arts generally carried profound intent and pointed straight toward the Great Dao, which was exactly what he lacked.

However, the one most affected was not Demon Slayer Chu Yang, but Shinigami Chu Yang, who had just defeated Sukuna.

The instant the intent of Tai Chi Fist surfaced in his mind, it was as if thunder had exploded deep within Shinigami Chu Yang’s soul.

"My Zanpakuto has reacted!" Shinigami Chu Yang’s expression turned solemn. His Zanpakuto had long been on the verge of manifesting, but it had remained motionless, as though stuck at some critical threshold.

The principles of yin and yang within Tai Chi Fist, combined with the power of sun and moon from Source Breathing, brought all the powers together.

They transformed into an endlessly rushing river, helping Shinigami Chu Yang break through the bottleneck in one stroke.

Sun, moon, yin, and yang.

The four powers stood in balance, slowly merging into the two Zanpakuto.

A blinding light illuminated the entire palace.

A faint blue glow suddenly appeared above the palace, reflecting against it.

Everyone focused their eyes and saw that it was the Hogyoku that had vanished earlier.

"I thought the palace had swallowed that thing…" Pirate Chu Yang stared in surprise at the Hogyoku floating in midair. It was absorbing the light emitted by the Zanpakuto.

"Is it absorbing the spiritual power released by the Zanpakuto?"

Hokage Chu Yang turned to Shinigami Chu Yang and frowned. "It won’t affect the Zanpakuto, will it?"

Shinigami Chu Yang shook his head, indicating that it was fine.

"I remember this Hogyoku was incomplete. It seems to be becoming whole."

Magic Chu Yang stroked his chin, his face full of curiosity.

"It would’ve been nice to have instruments. We could analyze the energy radiated by the Zanpakuto and the Hogyoku."

Marvel Chu Yang said regretfully.

Everyone was discussing it enthusiastically, while Demon Slayer Chu Yang shut out the world and focused entirely on comprehending the sword.

Another ten minutes passed.

The Hogyoku seemed to have "eaten its fill." It had doubled in size and no longer emitted blue light, floating silently in the sky.

The glow of the Zanpakuto also became more "restrained," revealing their original forms.

The appearance of the Zanpakuto before everyone left them shocked.

They resembled neither katanas nor Western swords.

They were even less like those bizarrely shaped Zanpakuto.

They were…

Ancient swords!

One of Shinigami Chu Yang’s Zanpakuto was pitch-black throughout, with golden patterns engraved on its blade that gathered into a great river. The river was filled with bones, and a palace could vaguely be seen within it.

The other was snow-white throughout, with azure patterns engraved on its blade. They depicted a sea of clouds. Above the clouds, the sun, moon, and stars shone in every direction, while another palace could likewise be vaguely seen amid the clouds.

The two palaces were extremely similar to the Soul Palace beneath everyone’s feet.

"The final form of a Zanpakuto is related to its wielder’s traits."

"What do these two swords represent?"

Pirate Chu Yang looked curiously at Shinigami Chu Yang.

"Souls."

Shinigami Chu Yang answered succinctly.

Souls!

Everyone silently mulled over that word.

At their core, their souls belonged to the same person. They were independent individuals, yet also parts of a whole.

This magnificent Soul Palace connected them all.

"What are the Zanpakuto called?"

Jujutsu Chu Yang suddenly asked.

"Fengdu… Tianque…"

Shinigami Chu Yang held the two Zanpakuto in both hands, light gleaming in his eyes.

"The highest palace above the nine heavens and the deepest palace beneath the nine netherworlds? It looks like we really can’t get away from palaces in this life!" Hokage Chu Yang complained.

Mist rolled in, and the "Chu Yangs" began returning to their respective worlds.

Jujutsu Kaisen world.

Chu Yang swallowed Sukuna’s finger. Violent Cursed Energy swept through the surroundings, only to return to calm in an instant.

Chu Yang was so still that he seemed dead.

Gojo Satoru had already removed his black blindfold, ready for the worst-case scenario.

"Although it’s only one of twenty fingers, and his strength definitely hasn’t returned to its peak, the troublesome part is that he’s taken over Yang’s body."

Gojo Satoru casually stretched his body, his tone somewhat irritated.

In Gojo Satoru’s eyes, Chu Yang was extremely compatible with Sukuna—a genius who had never displayed an innate technique yet could rival a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer through Cursed Energy alone.

Megumi Fushiguro rarely saw Gojo Satoru wear such an expression. No matter how bad things had been before, the other man had always looked calm and unruffled.

But this time, Megumi Fushiguro saw worry in Gojo Satoru’s eyes.

"Is Teacher Yang’s potential really that terrifying?"

"Could he become as strong as you in the future?"

Megumi Fushiguro could not help asking.

"Not could. He definitely will!"

"From the first day I met Yang, I felt that this kid was different from everyone else. There are very few Jujutsu Sorcerers who exceed my expectations in every single way."

"And Yang is that kind of person. His talent is visibly powerful. In a sense, it’s no less remarkable than my Limitless."

"Even now, I still don’t know what his innate technique is. Maybe he doesn’t have one, but my instincts tell me that’s impossible."

"Without factoring in his innate technique, I’ve tried predicting a fight between Yang and me."

"My conclusion was…"

"He has a 1% chance of defeating me."

At that, Megumi Fushiguro’s pupils contracted in shock.

In his heart—and in the hearts of most Jujutsu Sorcerers—the name Gojo Satoru had always represented two words—

Invincible!

The publicly acknowledged invincible Gojo Satoru actually said that someone could defeat him?

Even if the odds were only a pitiful 1%…

Having a chance and having no chance at all were completely different matters!

And Gojo Satoru himself had said that this prediction did not account for the other party’s innate technique. The actual odds of victory could only be higher.

Megumi Fushiguro’s heart pounded so hard that he could only take deep breaths to control his emotions. If what had been said today got out, it would probably cause a huge uproar in the jujutsu world.

At that moment.

Chu Yang, who had been in a dazed state all this time, slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was clear and bright.

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, then the corners of his mouth rose.

The Chu Yang before him did not look as though Sukuna had taken over his body.

Had he completely digested him?

Or had he merely suppressed him for now?

Gojo Satoru felt faintly expectant.

Could someone truly exist in this world who could completely digest Sukuna’s power?

To be safe, Gojo Satoru still decided to test Chu Yang.

His method was simple.

Gojo Satoru’s figure suddenly vanished, then instantly appeared before Chu Yang.

He held a jet-black bead in his hand.

It had been formed by continuously compressing space with his jujutsu.

That tiny bead was enough to destroy the school beside them.

At that moment.

Gojo Satoru pressed the bead toward Chu Yang’s face.

Sensing the terrifying fluctuations of power, Chu Yang’s expression gradually came alive, as though waking from a great dream.

Chu Yang’s pupils turned white, and crimson tomoe emerged within them.

The instant the Rinnegan appeared.

The bead in Gojo Satoru’s hand vanished. His expression became vacant, and his consciousness fell into another space.

After only a brief lapse, Gojo Satoru discovered that he had appeared in an unknown space. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but boundless white mist.

"Where is this?"

"I was just near the school. How did I end up here in the blink of an eye…"

"I’m not old enough for dementia yet, am I?"

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin as though contemplating life, then suddenly recalled Chu Yang’s strange pupils.

"Are those eyes Yang’s technique? Is this his domain?"

"They’re somewhat similar to my Six Eyes."

"As expected of little Yang Yang!"

Gojo Satoru praised Chu Yang in an embarrassingly affectionate tone, taking the chance to praise himself as well.

Just then, Chu Yang appeared out of thin air before Gojo Satoru.

The two met each other’s eyes.

Chu Yang sighed. "I’m begging you, stop calling me that in such a mushy tone."

Gojo Satoru, who was enjoying himself, did not take Chu Yang’s request to heart. Like a curious child, he looked around and examined Chu Yang’s illusion-created space.

"Is this inside your domain?"

"No."

"Then where is this?"

"A space created by an illusion technique."

"Is it a technique?"

"You could say that."

"It felt pretty real to me. If this place is fake, then what’s happening outside right now?"

"No matter how long you spend in this space, only an instant passes outside."

"Oh~~~" Gojo Satoru looked at Chu Yang in amazement. "That’s truly incredible. Being able to blur the concept of time—what an impressive technique."

Chu Yang snapped his fingers, and the surroundings immediately transformed into a classroom with the same layout as Jujutsu High.

"You should have more important questions, shouldn’t you?"

Chu Yang casually pulled out a chair and sat down.

Gojo Satoru watched Chu Yang for a while before finally asking, "How did it taste?"

Chu Yang frowned slightly. "Terrible. It was like stuffing a piece of rubber into my mouth."

Gojo Satoru laughed. "You look pretty good. What about Sukuna?"

Chu Yang stretched lazily. "Calling it death wouldn’t be quite right. Let’s just say he’s temporarily disappeared."

An expression of confirmation appeared on Gojo Satoru’s face as he praised, "You faced Sukuna in the mental world rather than the real one. That was his home ground, so it wasn’t easy."

Chu Yang shook his head. "No matter where it was, his strength was worlds apart from his peak. I only defeated Sukuna when he wasn’t at his peak. That’s a fact."

Gojo Satoru pulled out a chair and sat directly across from Chu Yang, still staring straight at him. "Honestly, even if Sukuna had all twenty fingers, you’d still be confident you could beat him, right?"

If the Zanpakuto had not yet come into being, Chu Yang figured he might have held something back.

But now—

He nodded as if it were only natural. "It’s not confidence. I will definitely win."

The overwhelming confidence in his words instantly infected Gojo Satoru, and unconcealable excitement appeared on his face.

They were so alike!

That arrogant confidence, that attitude of looking down on everyone else, even gave Gojo Satoru the illusion that he was seeing his younger self.

Above heaven and below earth.

I alone am the honored one!

I really want to fight him…

The corners of Gojo Satoru’s lips rose. He then took a deep breath and stared at Chu Yang.

Chu Yang said flatly, "Just as you said before, this is my home ground."

Gojo Satoru asked in return, "So?"

Chu Yang shrugged, spreading his hands with a smile. "If you want a beating, I don’t mind, as long as you don’t settle the score afterward."

Cursed Energy surged rapidly around Gojo Satoru like a rushing river. His eyes were like crystals, mysterious and beautiful.

The instant he tried to activate his cursed technique, all the Cursed Energy in his body suddenly vanished.

It felt as though Cursed Energy itself had been erased.

Only then did Gojo Satoru understand what Chu Yang meant by home ground. As long as Chu Yang wished it, this world would change however he wanted.

Gojo Satoru gained a deeper understanding of Genjutsu.

The next second.

The scene changed.

Gojo Satoru was hung from a cross.

Chu Yang stood before him with a knife in hand.

The image was familiar.

Especially Gojo Satoru’s snow-white hair, which made it easy for Chu Yang to mistake him for someone else.

Chu Yang intended to give Gojo Satoru Kakashi’s special package.

"I surrender…"

Perhaps sensing the unfriendly aura, Gojo Satoru hurriedly surrendered. Only a fool would stubbornly endure under such absolutely unfavorable conditions.

But Chu Yang had no intention of stopping. The blade in his hand slowly pressed against Gojo Satoru’s chest.

He revealed a smile that sent chills down Gojo Satoru’s spine!

The real world.

In the span of a blink, the vacant look in Gojo Satoru’s eyes regained its light.

It was then consumed by fear.

He had initially believed the Genjutsu space was a false existence, that whatever happened there would not be too painful.

Yet every stab Chu Yang inflicted on him felt no different from being wounded in the real world.

The excruciating pain of the blade piercing his vital points made Gojo Satoru feel as if he truly were in reality.

What truly chilled Gojo Satoru to the bone was that while enduring inhuman torture, he could not use any cursed technique at all!

That despair.

It was like drowning in a vast ocean.

No matter how he struggled, he could not grasp even the slightest hope.

Fortunately, Chu Yang knew when to stop and had not been overly ruthless. Though Gojo Satoru was still shaken, he could keep his emotions under control.

If Chu Yang had truly pushed Gojo Satoru too far, his body might have erupted unconsciously out of self-preservation.

At that point, after breaking free of the Genjutsu, Gojo Satoru might really have fought Chu Yang to the death.

After composing himself, Gojo Satoru turned and asked Megumi Fushiguro behind him, "How long was I spacing out?"

Megumi Fushiguro answered blankly, "You weren’t spacing out. When your cursed technique disappeared, you just froze for a moment."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, and a gradually unsettling smile appeared on his face.

Megumi Fushiguro shuddered.

That smile only appeared when Gojo Satoru was extremely angry.

Chu Yang spoke first. "You were the one who wanted to experience it. You promised not to settle the score afterward."

Gojo Satoru’s expression froze, his face flushing red. A surge of anger lodged in his throat and nearly suffocated him.

"Teacher Yang, are you all right?"

Megumi Fushiguro stared at Chu Yang in surprise, interrupting Gojo Satoru’s rising anger.

Chu Yang smiled and nodded.

"Sukuna’s finger…"

"He already absorbed it."

Gojo Satoru waved a hand, signaling Megumi Fushiguro not to continue asking, completely ignoring the latter’s shocked expression.

"Come back to Jujutsu High with me. You can’t hide the fact that you swallowed Sukuna’s finger, so it would be better to reveal it yourself."

"Throughout the history of the Jujutsu world, there have been countless Jujutsu Sorcerers like you who devoured Sukuna in pursuit of power. They all failed."

"Now, it seems the best choice is to have you absorb all the remaining fingers and resolve the greatest problem in the Jujutsu world for the past thousand years."

Gojo Satoru put his blindfold back on, seemingly giving up on the idea of fighting Chu Yang here.