Boom—!
Cursed energy surged violently around Caesard.
Locking onto Yuji, who was weaving through the air, he slamd his hands together.
In an instant, overwhelming cursed energy condensed into two gigantic stone arms, crashing down toward Yuji from above.
Clap!
The sudden attack caught Yuji off guard.
The enormous palms expanded rapidly in his vision before snapping shut around him, sealing him inside.
"Yuji Itadori has been hit!"
"Can he break free?! Or is this where the match ends?!"
Every gaze in the arena fixed on the massive stone hands suspended in midair.
The jujutsu sorcerers held their breath.
"Please… don't lose, Teacher Itadori!"
---
Slash—slash—slash!
Just as Kaon and the others prayed, sharp slashing sounds erupted from within the stone palms.
In the blink of an eye, the enormous hands shattered into fragnts, stone exploding outward in all directions.
Yuji's figure reappeared in the air, wearing a slightly exasperated expression.
"…I really didn't want to use that guy's technique."
Reluctance written all over his face, Yuji brought his hands together in front of his chest, forming a hand seal that made the older generation of sorcerers tense up instantly.
"Eight."
Cursed energy detonated.
A grid-like web of slashes spread out before Yuji, covering the entire battlefield.
Moving faster than the eye could perceive, the invisible cuts pulverized every stone pillar in their path into dust.
Before Caesard could even react, crisscrossing wounds appeared all over his massive body.
He was launched backward violently, smashing deep into the arena wall.
"It's here!"
"Yuji Itadori has revealed a completely new technique!"
"Caesard has been injured! Can he still fight?!"
---
With a roar, Caesard forced himself out of the rubble.
Fragnts of shattered armor fell away, blood seeping from his wounds.
Disbelief filled his eyes.
My offense was broken… my defense too?
That's impossible.
"Again!"
Refusing to accept suppression, Caesard stood tall.
The third eye on his forehead snapped open, and a crushing pressure slamd down on Yuji.
The ground shook violently.
One after another, massive stone constructs rose from the earth—towering monsters ford entirely from rock—charging straight at Yuji.
Facing the overwhelming assault, Yuji remained calm.
He slowly placed one hand on the ground.
In the next instant, countless dotted guide lines spread across the battlefield, tracing over every stone monster.
Even Caesard's armor was marked—thin lines etched with a faint scissor-shaped symbol.
"Dismantle."
The mont the word left Yuji's mouth—
Every marked point was severed by an invisible slash.
The towering stone monsters collapsed instantly, disintegrating like landslides reduced to rubble.
Even Caesard's hardened armor shattered completely.
Deep slashing wounds tore across his muscular body, blood spraying into the air as he was sent flying once more, slamd violently back into the wall.
When Caesard finally struggled back to his feet, he was already a walking mass of blood.
His body was riddled with wounds—so severe that even Reverse Cursed Technique wouldn't be able to heal them anyti soon.
"What terrifying destructive power!"
"Can Caesard still keep fighting?! This looks extrely dangerous!"
Asam stared at Caesard's blood-soaked figure, his voice brimming with excitent.
"I strongly advise Caesard to concede," Kusakabe said calmly from the side.
"If this continues, his life may genuinely be in danger."
But upon hearing that, the fire in Caesard's eyes only burned brighter.
"There are no warriors on Simurian Star who surrender willingly!"
He would keep fighting.
---
"Still won't give up?" Yuji muttered softly.
"That kind of resolve… if you people really could coexist with humanity, maybe we could've beco friends."
He genuinely admired Caesard.
But admiration aside—this victory still had to be taken.
Yuji brought his hands together before his chest. His middle fingers touched, his little fingers interlocked into an unfamiliar seal, as vast cursed energy locked onto his opponent.
"Domain Expansion—"
---
In the very next instant, just as Caesard prepared for a final, desperate counterattack, his vision blurred.
Suddenly, he found himself sitting on a long bench, a bullet train slowly rolling in front of him.
"Co on, Caesard."
Yuji's voice echoed beside him.
He looked up in confusion—Yuji Itadori was standing there, as if they were old acquaintances.
Unable to control his own body, Caesard slowly stood up at Yuji's prompting and followed him into the train.
...
Not long after.
Back in the real world, both figures reappeared in the arena.
The three-ter-tall giant Caesard was weeping openly, tears streaming down his face as though he'd experienced overwhelming sorrow and guilt.
After a long silence, he finally lifted his gaze toward the spectators.
"…I concede."
The mont those words left his mouth, shock rippled through both sides.
The jujutsu sorcerers were stunned.
The Simurian spectators were equally baffled.
What just happened?
"Wait—don't tell Teacher Yuji can use so kind of mind-control technique too?" soone muttered in disbelief.
But the surprises weren't over.
Caesard turned his gaze toward High Priest Leo, seated beside Gojo Satoru, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"High Priest! I believe the Simurian people should coexist with humanity! We must move toward coexistence!"
The entire arena froze.
The Simurian spectators frowned deeply, murmurs spreading through their ranks.
"What is Caesard saying?"
"Has he forgotten today's plan?!"
A male Simurian warrior seated beside Alice stared at Caesard with visible anger.
"That fool…"
Leo slowly stood up, smiling faintly.
"Gojo Satoru," he said calmly,
"it's fortunate you didn't send that sorcerer—Yuji Itadori—onto the field earlier. Otherwise, our plan might not have gone so smoothly."
At that mont—
The sky darkened.
A barrier-like veil descended from above, enveloping several kiloters in every direction.
"What does this an?" Gojo asked, looking at Leo as if he knew nothing.
Around him, jujutsu sorcerers imdiately tensed. Many stood up, ready for battle.
"Sothing's wrong…"
"Is this so kind of 'special program'?"
Kaon frowned, sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Okkotsu Kaguya said quietly.
Gojo Kamui, Kusakabe Zetsu, and the others all rose to their feet, expressions grave.
---
At the comntator's desk, Asam's expression changed abruptly.
He suddenly launched an attack at Kusakabe Atsuya.
But Kusakabe was prepared—he drew his blade, blocked the strike, and leapt backward to create distance.
"Asam," Kusakabe demanded calmly,
"care to explain this?"
"So you saw it coming," Asam replied with a faint smile.
"Sha. I was this close to killing you."
All at once, thousands of Simurian warriors stood up, the surge of cursed energy radiating from them answering every question.
Leo smiled warmly at Gojo.
"We planned to wait a little longer," he said,
"but now seems like a perfectly good ti."
"Earth's jujutsu sorcerers," Leo announced, his voice echoing across the arena,
"you have two choices.
"First—beco subordinates of the Simurian people.
Sign a contract of eternal loyalty and continue living on this planet.
"Second—vanish from this world forever."
"Do not think of calling for outside help.
This country has already been sealed off. No one can reach you. And you cannot escape."
"As a final courtesy, let inform you:
we have twenty top-tier warriors here today, along with four thousand elite fighters.
"Beyond the arena, another one thousand warriors are standing by.
"As for the jujutsu sorcerers you stationed outside—
they have either submitted… or they are already dead."
Leo's gaze settled on Gojo, full of expectation.
"So, Gojo Satoru—
what will you choose?"
Gojo stood up, scratched his head lightly, and smiled.
"…That's a lot of enemies."
He glanced around at the sorcerers beside him.
"Well then—everyone," he said casually,
"you ready?"
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