Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

An abandoned underground shelter in the suburbs of Tokyo.

The air here is humid and stuffy, but for the current sorcerer faction, it is a rare place to catch their breath.

Yuujin Itadori sat on a wooden crate in the corner, his hands gripping his knees so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh. His eyes were vacant as he stared at a puddle of grime on the ground, the scene of Sukuna taking Fushiguro Megumi's body replaying in his mind.

"It was me... If only I had noticed the flaw in the contract sooner..." Itadori's voice was hoarse, filled with self-reproach.

"It's no use thinking about this now."

A slightly tired but still somewhat playful voice came from the entrance.

Hu Zhang suddenly raised his head.

December 1st was leaning against the doorframe, twirling a bottle of mineral water in his hand. He was wearing that black outfit, and his whole aura was deep and reserved.

"Saku!" Itadori suddenly stood up, a glimmer of light flickering in his eyes, "How...how are things over there?"

"I guess we crippled that Frankenstein monster." December shrugged and casually tossed the water bottle to Itajō. "But that guy had too many ways to survive. He turned into tens of thousands of pieces of flesh and ran away. Miss Tsukumo and I only managed to clean up most of it."

"A chunk of meat?" Maki frowned as she wiped the black longsword.

"He must have absorbed Hei Mu's technique." December Shuo didn't dwell on this topic. His gaze swept past everyone and landed on the girl with wings on her back and a halo above her head in the depths of the room.

"Angel, Kurusu Hana."

December 1st walked straight over, his clear pupils slightly contracting as he activated the Pig Talisman's thermal vision. In his vision, the girl's body housed an extremely ancient and pure soul.

"We have no time for pleasantries," December said bluntly. "The Prison Gate is already in our hands. Now, we need your magic to break the seal."

Looking at the incredibly imposing young man before her, Lai Xihua instinctively took a half-step back. The "angel" within her issued a warning—this person was an anomaly.

"Unsealing Gojo Satoru is not impossible." The angel's voice came through Kurusu Hana's mouth, carrying a divine indifference, "But my goal is to purge the 'Fallen Angels,' that is, Ryoumen Sukuna. If you help me destroy him, I will help you unseal him."

"Deal," December replied crisply. "He's one of my targets anyway."

"Wait," Yuuta Otsukotsu interjected, his expression grave. "Sukuna is currently possessing Fushiguro Megumi's body. If we eliminate Sukuna directly, Fushiguro...

"Then let's release Teacher Gojo first." December 1st interrupted Eto's concerns.

The gazes of the crowd met, finally settling on the same belief.

"Let's go to Training Ground 4." Maki raised her longsword. "It's spacious there, perfect for making a big commotion."

……

Saitama Prefecture, Jujutsu High School, 4th Training Ground.

The terrain here is open, surrounded by dense forests. It is midday, and the sunlight shines directly on the open grassland.

On the first day of the twelfth month, he stood at the edge of the field, looking at the small, eye-filled cube that had been brought out of the forbidden storehouse—Prison Gate Jiang Li.

This seemingly unremarkable cursed object actually holds the pinnacle of combat power in the current world of sorcery.

"Are you ready?" December 1st asked, looking at Kurusu Hana.

Kurosaki took a deep breath and slowly floated into the air. Suddenly, the wings of light behind her unfolded, and a divine radiance instantly illuminated the entire training ground.

"Spell Elimination—"

"The ladder to rid oneself of evil and insult!"

"Buzz—!"

A massive, pure white beam of light descended from the sky and struck the prison gate, Li, with pinpoint accuracy.

The air is burning.

Everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes from the blinding light.

He didn't close his eyes on the first day of December. He endured the burning sensation of the bright light on his retina and stared intently at the center of the beam of light.

"Is this the power to nullify all spells...?"

"Click."

A crisp sound.

Under the holy light, the eyeballs on the surface of the prison gate began to wither and fall off, and then the entire block began to disintegrate, turning into countless black dust particles that dissipated into the air.

The light dissipated.

The center of the exercise field was empty.

"Where is he?" Yuujin Itadori was stunned. He rushed forward and groped around where the prison gate had been, but only managed to grab air.

"Gojo-sensei! Gojo-sensei!"

"Failed?" Yuta's pupils contracted slightly, his hand already on the hilt of his sword.

"No, it didn't fail."

On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, he looked up at the south and a smile curved his lips.

"The moment the door opened, he didn't choose to walk out from here, but instead used the spatial fluctuations to go to the place he most wanted to go."

"The place you most want to go?" Maki frowned.

"Of course, we should go and settle accounts with that bastard who possessed his student's body."

The words of the first day of the twelfth month had just been spoken.

Rumble—!!!

At that moment, an earthquake struck the entire Japanese archipelago without any warning.

The source of this earthquake was not the movement of tectonic plates, but rather a massive burst of magical power from a certain point in time, powerful enough to distort reality.

"Walk!"

On December 1st, he grabbed Itadori's shoulder, turned to Otsuko and Maki, and shouted, "I know where he is!"

With a burst of telekinetic power, December 1st led everyone directly into the sky, speeding towards the source of that terrifying aura—Shinjuku, Tokyo.

……

Tokyo, Shinjuku.

The prosperity here is long gone, leaving only devastation left by the extinction migration.

Ryomen Sukuna stood atop an abandoned high-rise building. He had just completed his "bathing," and Fushiguro Megumi's soul had sunk into the abyss. At this moment, he was shirtless, enjoying the new power that this body brought him.

Behind him, Rime was respectfully handing him a large bathrobe.

"Lord Sukuna, those annoying insects seem to be gathering again," Rime said in a low voice.

"It's alright." Su Nu put on his bathrobe, his eyes looking down arrogantly. "Whether it's that strange brat or that vessel, before my current power, they're nothing but..."

He suddenly stopped talking.

Su Nuo's four eyes widened simultaneously, his gaze fixed on a certain point in the void ahead.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

Su Nuo suddenly burst into wild laughter, so loud that the entire building trembled.

"You're finally out!"

Sizzle—smack!

The space shattered without warning.

A tall, slender figure suddenly appeared in the air in front of Su Nuo.

His short white hair and black eye patch were long gone, revealing six eyes as deep as the sky. He wore his signature college uniform, his hands in his pockets, his posture slightly hunched, yet he exuded an absolute aura of dominance over heaven and earth.

The strongest sorcerer in modern times, Gojo Satoru.

"Yo."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and casually greeted him, just like a tourist who had just returned from a vacation.

"You've changed your look, Sukuna. But that face... it's infuriating."

His gaze fell on Sukuna's face, which belonged to Fushiguro Megumi, and his eyes turned extremely cold in an instant, as if the surrounding air began to freeze.

"Gojo Satoru." Sukuna grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs. "Were you comfortable in that box?"

"It's alright, I caught up on a little sleep." Gojo Satoru cracked his neck, making a series of snapping sounds. "But now that I'm awake, I should do some morning exercises."

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish."

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Su Nuo raised his hand and unleashed a "Release".