Facing Urau's doubts, Kenjaku didn't care at all. Instead, he stretched out five fingers and smiled with narrowed eyes.
"The ancient sorcerer regarded as a veteran, Dhruv Lakdawala."
"The ancient sorecerer whose cursed energy output exceeds that of even Okkotsu Yuta, Ryu Ishigori."
"Takako Uro who controls the sky!"
"Kurourushi who claims to be immortal!"
"And the strongest from four hundred years ago, Haji Kashimo!"
"Any one of these five superpowers can destroy the entirety of Japan. Isn't that exciting enough?"
Kenjaku called out the nas of these five strong n in one breath.
However, Urau was dismissive and said, "Heh, what's the difference between the first four and ordinary trash in Sukuna-sama's eyes?"
"As for the battle fanatic Kashimo from four hundred years ago, he is indeed strong, but he's still not as good as Sukuna-sama."
Urau's sharp words belittled these five strong n, making them seem worthless.
"As expected of Sukuna's subordinate, you have a big appetite."
Kenjaku smiled, stretching his five fingers and looking up at the sky through the gaps between them.
"What if I told you this Culling Ga could restore your Sukuna-sama to his peak strength or maybe even make him stronger?"
This finally piqued Urau's curiosity. She raised an eyebrow slightly, and though her tone remained indifferent, it couldn't hide the turmoil in her heart.
"Go beyond his limits? You better not be joking."
Kenjaku glanced at her sideways. He looked down on this foolish woman, whose devotion to Sukuna had reshaped her very being.
Kenjaku asked, "Have you ever heard of Mahoraga?"
Urau's breath hitched. She had lived for thousands of years—how could she not know that na?
The ultimate shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique!
Possessing a monstrous adaptability, it is said to be the nesis of all sorcerers.
Since the Zenin clan's founding, no one had ever completely subdued Mahoraga.
If Sukuna could ta it and reproduce such an incredible ability, Kazuma and Gojo wouldn't stand a chance against him.
Urau said, "If that's the case, I'll admit this Culling Ga is sowhat interesting."
"So what's the plan?"
Urau's proud words fell on Kenjaku's ears, and he smiled slightly.
"Co with ."
Soon, under Kenjaku's guidance, the two arrived at a dimly lit room.
Urau asked, "What does Mahoraga have to do with this woman?"
Looking at the girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Urau frowned.
Kenjaku replied, "Her na is Tsumiki, and she is gumi's sister."
At that mont, Urau instantly grasped Kenjaku's intention. At the sa ti, she couldn't help but sneer at the despicable nature of this monster.
gumi had inherited the Ten Shadows Technique. Now that his sister has disappeared, he must be extrely anxious.
It would take only a single piece of information to lure him into their trap.
As Kenjaku whispered an obscure cursed technique, the black curse on Tsumiki's forehead gradually faded.
"The one who ties the bell must untie it."
At this mont, Tsumiki, who had been sleeping due to the curse, slowly opened her eyes.
"Ugh... my head hurts..."
"Huh? Who are you?!"
Tsumiki stared warily at the two figures in the room. The two thick quilts covering her couldn't provide any sense of security.
Moreover, the unfamiliar room's decor made her imdiately realize that this wasn't her ho.
Was this a dream or reality?
Just as the girl began to panic, an extrely gentle voice sounded in her ears.
"This is the gap between dreams and reality. The outside world is in chaos. We are here to protect you."
Perhaps it was the gentleness of Kenjaku's voice, eerily similar to Geto Suguru's, or perhaps he was using so kind of witchcraft to bewitch her.
Either way, Tsumiki subconsciously let down her guard. Slowly, she began to believe the man in front of her.
Her limbs were still stiff, making it difficult to sit up. She followed behind Kenjaku and Urau, carefully stepping into the ink-black night.
Tsumiki's mind was blank. She looked at the two figures in front of her, about to ask sothing when suddenly, a blinding light filled her vision.
The pungent scent of blood assaulted her senses, and in the blink of an eye, she saw it.
Collapsed buildings, shattered bridges, cars torn in half by unseen forces, broken limbs and bodies strewn across the ground!
The overwhelming stench of iron and death.
Hell on earth.
The extrely bloody and horrifying scene almost made Tsumiki's heart stop.
She had been skeptical before, but now she was utterly convinced—
The world had ended.
Urau's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"If you want to kill Kazuma, why did you create a rule preventing him from participating?"
Kenjaku chuckled, then summoned a tiny golden insect from his body.
He said, "I have to put on a good show. Rules are ant to be broken. The sorcerers at Jujutsu High will try their best to get the points."
"And once Kashimo and the others, who have signed contracts with , unconditionally transfer their points…"
"I can use an overwhelming amount of points to add a rule that specifically targets him."
At this, Kenjaku's smile beca deeply sinister.
"How about this—if he doesn't rank first in points, all his cursed techniques will be stripped away?"
"Kazuma is powerful, but I want him to die under the weight of this ga's rules."
Kenjaku spread his arms wide, inhaling the thick scent of blood.
He didn't just enjoy war—it was rely the prelude to humanity's next evolution.
Everyone assud Kazuma was too strong to be allowed to participate in the Culling Ga.
They were wrong.
The rule restricting him was nothing more than a smokescreen—to mislead the higher-ups and Kazuma himself.
If he dares to enter, he will never leave.
Just imagining a warrior of Kazuma's caliber perishing under his sches filled Kenjaku with pure ecstasy.
By then, he would have the perfect body.
After several battles, Kenjaku had beco obsessed with Kazuma's body.
That inexplicable, overwhelming cursed technique—
The seemingly limitless supply of cursed energy—
And, most importantly, the genjutsu capable of countering even Sukuna!
As everyone knew, most cursed techniques are imprinted into a sorcerer's body from birth.
Yet Kazuma possessed a vast array of abilities, making Kenjaku burn with envy.
Only Gojo, with his Six Eyes and Limitless, could rival such an anomaly.
Compared to Kazuma, Geto's body was worthless.
Kenjaku ran his long, pointed tongue across the corner of his lips, grinning madly.
He said, "I'll dig out his brain, keep those two fascinating eyes, and find myself a new ho!"
Urau stare at Kenjaku with a deep gaze.
This man spoke with a gentle and refined deanor, but he would do anything to achieve his goals.
Anyone could beco his pawn—even her.
Even Sukuna-sama.
The Four Disaster Curses of the past were proof enough. She has to remain cautious.
Otherwise, even Sukuna might fall into Kenjaku's trap. The conversation between them had not been concealed.
Even if Tsumiki had been slow-witted, she would have realized it by now. Her eyes widened in horror. She took a step back, trembling, as she pointed at them.
"You… you're the ones behind this disaster?!"
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