Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

The outskirts of Shibuya.

The oppressive atmosphere was nauseating, filled with screams and the roar of collapsing buildings. The evacuation of the people had entered its final stage, but at this moment, a bulky figure, as big as a bucket, blocked the way for the Kyoto Vocational High School students who had rushed back from the subway station to provide support.

Curse Master, Arisaka Jiro.

"Draw blood!"

Kamo Noriyuki let out a low growl, and the bloodline that had been accumulating to its limit at his fingertips shot out like a red laser, accurately attacking Arisaka Jiro's chest.

"it's useless."

A contemptuous look appeared on Arisaka Jiro's face, which resembled old leather. He didn't even dodge; the impact, powerful enough to pierce steel, only left a faint red mark on his skin.

Nishimiya Momo hovered in the air, wielding her broom and unleashing several wind blades composed of magical power, but they only left marks on her skin.

"How is that possible..."

Kasumi Miwa's hand gripping the sword trembled. She had never seen such a bizarre defense; the stronger the attack, the weaker its effect on the opponent.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A hurried voice suddenly came from the miniature communicator next to Miwa Kasumi's ear:

"Mitsuwa, calm down and listen to me. This guy's technique is 'Inversion.' The higher the attack power, the lower the damage; conversely, the lower the attack power, the higher the damage."

"Upside down?"

Miwa was stunned.

"That's right, this is a technique designed for 'strong' individuals. Kamo and Nishimiya's full-force attacks were nothing but a drizzle in his eyes. But—" Kokichi's voice was deep and powerful, "Miwa, you once asked me if you were weak, if you were dragging everyone down. Now, this is the time to prove it."

"Don't use your magical power to strengthen your body, withdraw all your killing intent. Defeat him with your weakest point."

Kasumi Miwa took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Every scene from her training in the mountains behind Kyoto Vocational High School, and that thin, pale boy, flashed through her mind.

"Mitsuba, what are you doing! Get out of the way!" Kamo Kenki stared blankly as Mitsuba Kasumi abandoned her Simple Domain stance and walked toward Awasaka.

Arisaka Jiro let out a cold laugh and raised his heavy fist, which was wrapped in dense cursed power: "You're courting death, little girl."

Just as the heavy punch was about to smash Miwa Kasumi's head, Miwa Kasumi moved.

She didn't retreat, she didn't defend herself. She simply and unremarkably handed over the knife at an extremely slow pace, so slow that even an average high school student could see it. There was no sound of wind, no fluctuation of magical energy; the force of this strike wasn't even enough to split a watermelon.

"puff."

A soft sound.

To Kamo Noriyuki's horrified gaze, the ordinary sword pierced through Awashaka Jiro's chest without any resistance. Awashaka's previously formidable defense completely collapsed at this moment, because the three rounds' attack was too weak, weak beyond the limit of the "Inversion" technique.

"You... how could this be..." Arisaka Jiro spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"I am indeed weak, but the weak also have the right to kill." Miwa Kasumi's eyes were colder than ever before. She suddenly drew her sword and slashed it across Arisaka's neck.

As the technique was backfired by its own power, Arisaka Jiro's massive body collapsed heavily into a pool of blood, like a broken iron tower.

"I won... I won." Miwa Kasumi, leaning on her sword, knelt on the ground, panting heavily, tears finally streaming down her face.

"Well done, tricycle." Kokichi's voice on the communicator carried a hint of satisfaction.

......

Shibuya Station, B1 level.

The steps leading to the ground were covered with corpses, and the air was filled with the strong smell of rust.

Zenji Naohito, Maki, and Mai stood back to back in the center of the ruins. Their condition was extremely poor. To clear the way for the Kyoto High School students who were returning to provide support, Naohito's right arm was broken, Mai's revolver barrel was slightly red, and the magic tool in Maki's hand was covered with cracks.

Blocking their way were three shadows exuding an aura of the highest rank.

Distension, decay, and bloodstains.

"That old man from the Zen family is indeed very fast," Zhang Xiang said coldly, the lines on his forehead appearing ferocious and terrifying in the dim light. "But how many more spells can your injuries sustain you?"

"Hundredfold Bloodshed!"

Blood spurted from Zhang Xiang's fingertips, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Zhi Bi forcibly activated the "Projection Spell," his body transforming into a series of afterimages that narrowly missed in a 24-frame trajectory, but the moment he landed, the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

It's smeared with blood!

The grotesque monster lunged out of the shadows, spraying out mouthfuls of corrosive pus.

"cover!"

Maki roared and swung her magical artifact, forcibly forcing the blood-stained area back.

"Bang! Bang!" Zhenyi accurately fired two more cursed bullets, but this could only temporarily slow down the opponent's attack.

"You're courting death." The spell behind the evil face instantly unfolded, and countless black blood needles blocked all escape routes.

Just as the desperate situation was about to unfold, a black afterimage fell like a meteorite from the hole in the ceiling of B1.

"Boom!"

Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito.

He rushed back to the battlefield immediately after the first day of December, and just in time.

"Die."

Zhang Xiang coldly uttered two words.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, Yuujin Itadori's powerful punch clashed head-on with the "Blood Piercing" technique of the Expansion Form. The aftershocks from the collision of magical powers instantly shattered the surrounding rubble.

"If you want to kill them, you'll have to get past me first!" Itadori Yuujin stood in front of the Zenin family, veins bulging on his fists, a sign that he was about to unleash "Black Flash".

Zhang Xiang stared at the boy in front of him, his originally cold pupils suddenly contracting.

This feeling...

In that instant, Hisahito Itadori's punching posture, his pounding heartbeat, and even the faint smell of blood emanating from his body were like keys, forcibly prying open the long-dormant bloodline perception of the swollen face.

"This feeling...why?" Zhang Xiang's movements froze. He felt the blood in his body roaring wildly, as if he had encountered a long-lost relative.

"Bang!"

Tiger Staff's fist slammed solidly into Zhang Xiang's chest. However, Zhang Xiang did not retaliate; he simply stared intently at Tiger Staff, and an illusion called "non-existent memory" flooded into his brain like a burst dam.

In that illusion, there was no Shibuya of slaughter, no cruel spells. At the dining table under the setting sun, Kaisei, Chisaku, and he were sitting together, and the boy sitting at the end of the table, smiling as he served them food, was none other than Itadori Yuuji.

"Hisuhito...younger brother?"

Zhang Xiang let out a painful growl, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his internal magical power thrown into chaos by the violent fluctuations of his emotions.

"Brother?" Huai Xiang and Xue Tu exclaimed and rushed forward. They had never seen Zhang Xiang show such a vulnerable side.

"Let's go now!" Although Hisahito Itadori didn't understand the other party's strange behavior, he keenly seized the opportunity to retreat.

Zenji Naohito gave the boy standing in the middle of the ruins a deep look. Without saying a word, with the help of Mayi and Maki, the remaining Zenji family forces quickly retreated towards the exit.

Along with Kokichi's mechanical puppets, they swiftly traversed the shadows, charting a path for them to avoid the main cursed spirits.

"You wicked man... blood splattered..." The swollen man slowly raised his head, the murderous intent in his eyes replaced by a heavy confusion. "Stop."

"Why, brother?" Corrosive saliva sprayed from the blood-stained, deformed mouth.

"I'm going to find that man and get to the bottom of this." Zhang Xiang looked towards the depths leading to B5, the direction where Lu Suo was. "If he really is our brother, then all of this... is a conspiracy."

Three figures instantly transformed into streaks of blood and headed straight for level B5.