Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"Whoosh!"

An unseen slash instantly sliced ​​through the three skyscrapers behind Gojo Satoru. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the buildings slowly slid down several seconds later. The buildings emitted a deafening roar, and dust instantly engulfed half a city block.

However, Gojo Satoru did not move. Not even his hair was messed up.

"Too slow."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his six azure eyes shining brightly in the smoke and dust. He put one hand in his pocket and even patted the dust off his clothes.

"Although you've changed bodies and the spell's output has increased, Sukuna... have you become more oblivious?"

"You glib brat." Sukuna wasn't annoyed by the ineffective attack; instead, he revealed an even more cruel smile. The ground beneath his feet instantly shattered, and he hurtled towards Gojo Satoru like a black cannonball.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the two figures collided, generating a huge shockwave that shattered all the undamaged glass curtain walls around them.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to block, only to find that Sukuna's four arms were attacking like a storm. Each punch contained the power of a cursed spirit capable of shattering a top-tier cursed spirit.

"Not bad physical skills." Gojo Satoru stepped back after the relay and flicked his finger out with his backhand.

"Spell Reversal - Heh."

A dark red, high-density ball of magical energy formed at his fingertip, instantly expanding and blasting towards Su Nuo's face with a law that repels everything.

The magical power surrounding Su Nuo instantly became viscous, forcibly neutralizing the impact of "He". He withstood the repulsive force of the reversal spell, and with a backhand grab, the pitch-black magical power transformed into a giant claw.

"You're not the only ones here."

The new moon of December had appeared on Su Nuo's flank without anyone noticing. There was no fluctuation of incantation power, no prelude to the spell; he simply appeared out of thin air.

"A strong ox gives me the strength to uproot mountains."

December 1st's right fist, enveloped in a faint brown glow, slammed heavily into Su Nuo's left arm, which was used for defense.

"Boom!"

The dull thud was like a war drum. Su Nuo's body, which was strong enough to withstand "He", was actually blasted dozens of meters to the side by this punch and crashed heavily into an office building.

"It's you again, you brat." Su Nuo stood up from the ruins and dusted off his arms. His left arm was slightly deformed, but it instantly recovered under the white smoke of the reversal spell.

"It seems like it was a mistake not to kill you in Shibuya."

"I also think it was a mistake." December shook his slightly numb wrist, preparing to continue.

"etc!"

Gojo Satoru instantly appeared between the two, raised his hands, and made a pause gesture.

"Huh? Scared?" Su Nuo paused slightly, but the killing intent in his eyes did not diminish.

"Scared? I just don't want my students to get involved in the aftermath of this level." Gojo Satoru pointed at Itadori and the others. "Besides, what's the date today?"

"November 19th," December replied. He knew that a duel was about to begin. Indeed, Gojo Satoru's condition was not at its best, nor was he at his best. He had not yet fully adapted to this perfect body, and the world was still rejecting him at all times.

"There's still over a month left." Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, as if casually considering what to have for dinner. "Then let's set it for December 24th."

"Christmas Eve." He raised an eyebrow on the first day of December.

"That day was the anniversary of Jie's... that is, the anniversary of Xia Youjie's death." Gojo Satoru's voice lowered for a moment, then he resumed his arrogant demeanor. "Since it was two Xia Youjies who caused this trouble—although that Frankenstein's monster didn't come this time, since it's such a mess, let's put an end to it completely on that day."

He looked at Su Nuo with eyes as sharp as knives.

"On December 24th, I will kill you, and all of you."

Sukuna glanced at Gojo Satoru, then at December Shuo, who was poised to attack. He knew he wasn't yet at his full potential. If he were to unleash his full power against this group of sorcerers, especially against Gojo Satoru and December Shuo, who possessed bizarre power over rules...

"Interesting." Sukuna concealed his aura and dissipated the cursed power in his hand. "Then I'll let you live for another month. Wash your neck clean and wait, Gojo Satoru."

"Ah, I'll be waiting to cut you in half."

With Su Nuo's departure, the terrifying pressure that had been weighing on everyone's hearts finally dissipated.

"Gojo-sensei." December 1st stepped forward, watching Gojo Satoru's retreating figure. "Is this alright?"

Gojo Satoru turned around, sunlight shining on his impossibly refined face. He pulled down a makeshift bandage to use as an eye patch, concealing his heavenly eyes.

"December."

"Um?"

"We will win."

These three simple words convey an absolute confidence that requires no reason.

"Let's go. Now that we've set a date, we need to prepare properly." Gojo Satoru stretched. "First of all, I want to eat Kikufuku. Edamame and whipped cream flavor."

Everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed as they watched the strongest one, who had just emerged from the seal and was already clamoring for sweets.

He didn't smile on the first day of December. He knew perfectly well whether he would win; he needed to adapt to this perfect body as quickly as possible and find a way to fight against the world's rejection.

......

Tokyo, an old mansion shrouded in shadow.

The air here seemed to freeze, with only the candlelight flickering weakly, as if afraid of the figure sitting upright in the darkness.

Ryomen Sukuna sat cross-legged on a "throne" made of a pile of cursed spirit bones, resting his chin on one hand, his scarlet eyes half-closed, revealing a kind of listless laziness.

"Lord Su Nuo."

Rimei knelt respectfully on the ground, her hands raised high, holding a wooden box sealed with layers of talismans. Her forehead pressed against the cold floor, her voice tinged with fear and fervor.

"I'm sorry, but regarding the whereabouts of the last finger... I'm afraid it's just as you predicted."

"He's in Gojo Satoru's hands, isn't he?" Sukuna didn't even lift his eyelids. "That arrogant brat is trying to delay me with such clumsy methods, or maybe he just wants to disgust me. Whatever."

"Yes. However, to make up for the lack of magical power in that finger, I found this for you."

Rime slowly opened the wooden box.

An old, decaying aura, yet imbued with extremely evil curse power, instantly filled the entire room.

What lay in the wooden box was not a finger, but a withered mummy head that looked as if it had been weathered for a thousand years.

That is the physical remains left by the two-faced Sukuna a thousand years ago—the incarnate Buddha.

"Oh?" Su Nuo opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the dried corpse, a playful smile curving her lips. "Eating one's own corpse to regain power... I'm amazed you could come up with that, Rimei."

"Any means are necessary to bring you back to your peak." Rime's voice trembled slightly.

Su Nuo reached out and grabbed the shriveled head.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth as if tasting an apple and directly put the corpse containing immense magical power into his mouth.

"Click."

The sickening sound of chewing echoed in the deathly silent room.

With the swallowing motion, an immense and suffocating surge of magical power erupted from Su Nuo's body.

"Boom!"

The entire mansion crumbled in an instant. The roof was ripped off, and the walls turned to dust. A surge of black magical power shot into the sky like a plume of smoke.

Su Nuo slowly stood up. His bathrobe fluttered without wind, and Fu Hei Hui's originally handsome face was now covered with black lines. His four eyes were open at the same time, exuding an absolute domineering aura that surpassed all things.

Although he was missing a finger, having devoured the remnants of his physical body, his power was now almost equal to, or even surpassed, that of his prime a thousand years ago.

Because he now possesses the most perfect vessel and the most perfect state.

"Feels good." Sukuna stretched his neck, his bones cracking. "The 'rejection' from this body has completely disappeared. Fushiguro Megumi's soul... Hmph, it's sunk into the abyss now."

He walked to the edge of the ruins and gazed in the direction of Shinjuku.

"Gojo Satoru, and that brat named December New Year."

A cruel smile appeared on Su Nuo's face as his fingertips lightly traced the air, as if he had already touched the throat of his prey.

"One month left. Enjoy the rest of your lives."

"I will savor this feast slowly."