The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Successfully captured!

Legendary Pokémon Master Fukuro has successfully added a new member to his Ten Kage.

Although his injuries have not yet healed, his combat strength is unknown.

But at least, if he gets dragged into another pointless debate like the one about houses and elephants, Fushiguro will have the confidence to flip the table.

"Next."

Fuhei took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the direction from which Su Nuo's fingers emitted their aura:

"We must get to Hodgkin's place immediately!"

however.

Just as he turned around, at the edge of his vision, in the center of that clearing cut by the pale moonlight and the shadows of ruins, a figure silently appeared.

It was as if he had always been there.

"Hey, kid."

A voice, both playful and undisguisedly malicious, drifted out.

Fu Hei's blood seemed to freeze in that instant.

He could only stiffly and slowly raise his gaze.

Her pink hair was casually combed back, revealing her full forehead.

And those scarlet eyes that were now looking down at him with great interest.

With his chin slightly raised and a smile playing on his lips, a smile that could be described as pleasant, yet sent chills down one's spine.

Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito?

No, it's the cursed king who has taken over Hisahito Itadori's body.

Two-sided Su Nuo.

"Long time no see."

Su Nuo spoke again, but his voice contained no emotion of reunion after a long separation, only a cruel interest like a cat playing with a mouse.

"That expression is quite nice."

"Why...?"

Fu Hei's mind was in complete chaos.

How did Sukuna end up here? Where's the Japanese knotweed? Where's the water clock? And those ten fingers...?

No, wait, Sukuna has appeared, appearing in such a completely dominant manner.

That knotweed...

"Where is Mr. Nanami?!"

"Where is the head of the Zen temple?!"

"What about the rest of the students from the vocational college?!"

Fuhei almost roared it out. His remaining rationality allowed him to cling to a sliver of hope that they were just being held up and that Su Nuo had bypassed them.

"Oh?"

Su Nu tilted his head slightly, a hint of feigned contemplation flashing in his eyes.

"Which one?"

"I chopped a bit too much just now."

Su Nuo's tone was flat, even a little bored:

"I can't even remember it myself."

He took a step forward, closing the distance slightly, his eyes locked tightly on Fu Hei's suddenly contracting pupils.

His smile widened, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Do you remember... how many slices of bread you've eaten?"

The understated words only intensify the despair.

But it revealed a simple yet terrifying truth.

Those whom Fu Hei desperately tried to protect, those who fought side by side, and those who said goodbye to each other, may very well already be...

But the indifference of this being, radiating boundless malice, was more convincing than any evidence.

What to do?!

What will be released from the shadows?

No...no.

Not to mention that the state of the newly integrated creature has not yet fully recovered.

Against the fully formed Sukuna, there is nothing that can be done except for that final method.

Whether it's Shen'er, Nue, or Yuquan, they're probably all just...

Speed ​​bumps.

A certain polemic term came to mind, coldly revealing the reality.

"bring it on."

"Let me have some fun, kid."

Everything that just happened.

He dealt with Tuogen, schemed against Louhu and Shen'er in a deadly battle, and fought desperately to subdue the tyrant's madness.

All the meticulously planned schemes, all the life-or-death battles.

Before this most powerful curse master in history, all of that seemed like a laughable and pointless futile effort.

Shibuya, Tokyo.

23:07

The night was deep, the fire still blazed, and the ruins lay silent.

Fuhei took a deep breath.

He stopped looking at Su Nuo and lowered his gaze to his slightly trembling hands.

The ten fingers began to intertwine with a heavy rhythm.

An ancient palm print gradually took shape in his hands.

As he formed the hand seals, the shadow beneath Fu Hei's feet began to boil and expand wildly!

A darkness surged forth, as if it would devour him as well!

Fu Hei's face turned ashen at a visible speed, his life force and curse power pouring into the phantom behind him.

But his hand, which was forming a mudra, remained as steady as a rock.

Countless fragments of memories, intertwined with past and present lives, fluttered before Fu Hei's eyes.

A meticulously planned scheme, a high-stakes gamble with one's life at stake.

It felt as if no matter how hard one tried to escape, one could not escape the night in Shibuya.

Each syllable was so heavy it seemed to weigh down the ruins:

"Furube..."

The illusory image solidified, and the giant eye lit up.

"… Yura Yura."

Eight-Handed Sword, Different Ring God General, Demon Void Luo.

He reappeared in this desperate situation.

……

……

……

When he regained consciousness, Fushiguro had already lost his sense of time.

What's the situation now?

There was no smell of burnt ruins, nor the stench of blood.

"It's probably a recreation of the classic scene where he was slapped away by Moxu Luo and then slept until the end of the Shibuya Incident."

A heavy sense of loss enveloped Fu Hei.

The blurry vision gradually cleared.

The first thing that catches the eye is the familiar black short hair parted in a 3/7 ratio, and a face with a worried expression.

"Oil-gada!"

Yi Gu revealed a forced smile.

"It's so good that Fushiguro-kun woke up!"

Fu Hei struggled to sit up, but Yi Gu gently pressed him down.

"What time is it now?"

Fu Hei asked softly:

Although he was well-versed in the original work, he had to confirm the current point in time after experiencing such a dramatic change.

"November 1st, 9 AM. We are at the edge of the barrier of the Death Returns," Yigu replied.

The Shibuya Incident is now a thing of the past.

Fu Hei exhaled a heavy breath of stale air:

"Which barrier edge are we on?"

Which one?

Yuta Etsukotsu looked clearly puzzled. He blinked, seemingly not understanding the question.

"Isn't there only one barrier for the return of the dead?"

"There's only one..."

"one……"

"one……"

"What's going on?!"

In the original work, there were multiple scattered barriers.

This is a dramatic change that deviates far from the original timeline and completely exceeds Fukuro's expectations!

"This is all thanks to you, Fukuro-kun."

Seeing the changing expressions on his face, Yi Gu gently patted his shoulder, helped Fu Hei up, and the two slowly walked into the depths of a nearby building.

"We're just about to start the meeting to subdue the returning dead. Although Fushiguro-kun needs some rest, please come and listen."

The heavy door was opened.

The figures that Fu Hei thought were long ago in his mind were completely erased by Su Nuo's announcement of bread.

At this moment, they were all perfectly unharmed, each with their own distinct expression, and they all turned their gazes toward Fu Hei, who looked utterly incredulous.

Fu Hei's gaze slowly swept over each of these faces.

Polygonum cuspidatum...

Wild rose...

The Noctua's Righteous Path...

They are all here.

They are all alive.

Stand here.

and also……

"Mr. Nanami..."

Fu Hei opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, ultimately turning into a torrent of doubt.

What exactly is going on?

……

……

Meanwhile, under the same sky, within the enormous bowl-shaped barrier that covers the entire city of Tokyo.

Above the ruins of a city reduced to scorched earth.

"Lu Suo, this time you didn't lie to me."

Inside the Death and Annihilation Return Barrier, Lu Ziyun's expression twisted uncontrollably as she watched the curse power beam cannon streak across the sky.

"That's a real cannon fodder!"

On Lu Ziyun's face, an almost distorted smile of excitement was barely contained.

After a four-hundred-year wait, it seems that we have finally arrived at a stage where we can fight back!

Under the same sky.

"This has reached the point of indiscriminate killing of innocent people. It must be dealt with, it must be executed, and I must be the one to judge it!"

Riche picked up the gavel and strode resolutely into the depths of the ruins where the magical energy fluctuations were most chaotic.

Under the same sky.

"It's best to leave."

Reggie, hiding in the shadows of the building, was also constantly observing the situation.

Guided by the Millennium Pact, sorcerers from different times and spaces gathered on the streets of Tokyo.

An old man from the heyday of sorcery, and a modern-day prodigy.

An ancient curse, and a new madness.

Personal obsessions and grand conspiracies.

The chaotic battles and flourishing of magic during the Heian period have been reenacted prematurely on the streets of 21st-century Tokyo in this absurd and tragic way.