"This incredibly rare, perfectly noble Soul is so strong that it can even completely suppress the inherent madness and dark corruption of your own Cursed Energy."
"It miraculously allows you, a Cursed Spirit born of pure negativity, to beco a completely normal person."
Mahito was thoroughly astonished by her bold declaration.
"I am not joking with you."
Yuki Tsukumo stood up from her motorcycle, walking over to directly face Mahito.
She stared deeply into his mismatched, heterochromatic eyes with her own bright, relentlessly piercing gaze.
"I genuinely don't know if it's a completely innate mutation or an intentional result of your Cursed Technique."
"But your physical Soul is almost completely unaffected by the madness of your Cursed Energy."
"Although you wield massive amounts of Cursed Energy like any normal Sorcerer or Spirit..."
"Your core Soul hasn't been twisted or distorted by it at all."
"In principle, according to all known laws of Jujutsu, this should be absolutely impossible."
"But during our final, life-and-death battle, I clearly saw the truth."
"I felt the unyielding purity of your Soul deeply."
She reached out her hand and gently placed her palm flat against Mahito's chest.
Yuki Tsukumo spoke slowly, her voice filled with quiet awe.
"In the absolute climax of our final confrontation, I clearly saw your pure, unblemished Soul."
"I felt the imnse, unshakable pride roaring in your heart."
"You forcibly used your sheer, indomitable willpower to completely overwhelm the natural, dark distortion of the Soul."
"You forced your supre benevolence and unyielding goodness to remain lofty and untarnished in the heavens."
"You are the single, solitary normal person in the entire history of the Jujutsu World."
"Because of that purity, you possess the true, undisputed talent required to rule the world."
"You are a born..."
"...King."
Mahito suddenly rembered the striking words Naobito Zenin had spoken to him in this exact sa space after death.
Though the specific topic of their conversation had been entirely different...
Naobito Zenin had indeed looked Mahito in the eye and told him directly that he believed in his potential imasurably.
That terrifying level of belief had almost reached a state of blind, fanatical devotion.
The old head of the Zenin clan had even explicitly stated that if Mahito truly wanted to violently change the structure of the world, absolutely no one on earth could possibly stop him.
Not the elite Zenin Family.
Not the combined might of the Big Three Sorcerer Families.
Not even the invincible Satoru Gojo!
Only at this exact mont did Mahito beco absolutely certain of the truth.
That grand praise from the old man wasn't empty flattery or political manipulation.
It was a genuine, unshakable belief stemming directly from the bottom of his heart.
Naobito Zenin must have felt the exact sa shocking revelation as Yuki Tsukumo did right now.
In the heat of that brutal, life-and-death battle where their imnse Cursed Energies violently clashed...
He and Yuki Tsukumo had both simultaneously perceived the majestic, uncorrupted contours of Mahito's true Soul.
A perfectly normal person surviving within the deeply mad world of cursed arts.
This singular, impossible fact was the true reason why these legendary figures so deeply, fundantally believed in Mahito.
Because for the twisted, insane Jujutsu World, 'a normal person' is truly the definition of a born king!
It wasn't a matter of simplistic logic like, 'aren't normal people completely ordinary; aren't normal people literally everywhere?'
It was because, by the very laws of physics and magic governing the Jujutsu World, a 'normal person' wielding imnse Cursed Energy simply cannot be born.
It is a biological and spiritual impossibility.
So when a flawless anomaly like Mahito finally appeared, these apex Sorcerers imdiately realized just how unfathomably special he truly was.
According to the revered Soul expert Yuki Tsukumo's own words...
Mahito possesses a truly noble Soul.
Yuki Tsukumo suddenly stepped away from Mahito, breaking the intense mont.
She gracefully mounted her heavy motorcycle and calmly picked up her helt.
"My explanation was a bit roundabout and academic, but I think I've made my core aning quite clear."
Yuki Tsukumo held her helt against her hip, revealing a brilliant, stunning smile by the edge of the canal.
Her long golden hair fluttered beautifully in the wind.
The canal's cool spray flew freely into the air behind her.
The lush, green mountains were perfectly reflected on the shimring water's surface, creating a scene of absolute, breathtaking beauty.
"Mahito."
"From this mont on, you never need to hesitate or doubt yourself again just because of your physical identity as a Cursed Spirit."
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