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There will be big changes in the culling game. Remember what Itadori himself said at the beginning of the story when confronted with the top brass wanting his execution. He's certainly not going to stand idly by and wait to be confronted by his executioner, so expect big moves from him.
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"Yuki Tsukumo..."
Kenjaku grinned upon seeing that woman. Having her appear suddenly was not pleasant for him, mainly because he had misjudged the level of the sorcerers.
Especially his son, Itadori Yuji.
There was something strange about the boy, something that certainly hadn't been granted by him.
To be able to have Sukuna's technique imprinted on his body so early and improve his cursed energy proficiency in just three months, his talent could be comparable to that of Satoru Gojo himself.
And that was far beyond Kenjaku's expectations.
It was quite an unexpected result for him.
But not unpleasant at all. It only showed that his work had been exceptional.
Certainly, the circumstances for Itadori's creation were different. After all, finding Sukuna's soulmate was pure luck, but that didn't mean he couldn't do something similar in the future.
Well, that was a conversation for his future self. That is, of course, if his plans were delayed again... Which he found quite difficult given the circumstances.
"Do you remember our conversation about creating a world where curses don't exist?" Yuki suddenly asked, drawing a curious look from the curse user. "No matter what method you adopt, humans will always advance to the next stage, and the next stage of humanity..."
"Is to eliminate cursed energy."
But Kenjaku seemed to disagree when he immediately responded. "No, it's to optimize it."
Itadori sighed and crouched down, letting his palm touch the ground, discreetly allowing the cursed energy from his body to seep into the soil.
But as he did so, he noticed Yuki turning to him with a questioning look. "What? I don't understand anything this guy is talking about."
Actually, he could understand thanks to meta-knowledge, but he couldn't give much of an opinion about it. He knew that Kenjaku intended to assimilate the people of Japan with Tengen, but he didn't remember the details to be able to say how that should work.
And regarding what he thought of the ideas of both, Itadori really didn't know. Optimizing and eradicating cursed energy were the two ideas. He liked the idea of ending curses by making everyone sorcerers, but he couldn't say if that was possible.
At least, he thought this idea was better than the proposal of the two, but he wouldn't mind eradicating cursed energy if it meant everything could be resolved.
"I thought you had abandoned this method twelve years ago, when Toji Zenin died." Pseudo-Geto commented with his usual serene tone.
"Ah, sorry. I was talking with Geto, I ended up going back to the origins, but your method has a big flaw.
Compared to Japan, other countries have a very low rate of sorcerer and curse appearances. The Tengen barrier is necessary to assimilate cursed energy. The only ones capable of becoming sorcerers through Tengen are the people of this country."
Seeing how the two seemed focused on the conversation, Itadori slightly increased the transfer of cursed energy, his eyes narrowing as he noticed how low his reserves were.
'No matter, it should work.'
"This means that Japan would have a monopoly on cursed energy. Some superpowers wouldn't stand still. It's easy to imagine the tragedy this would cause. This is a world far from the ideal I aim for."
"Ha Ha! So what?" But laughing at the woman's words, Kenjaku took a step forward. "We have different goals. I don't want a world without curses, or peaceful."
Raising his arm, he let cursed energy dance around his hand.
"Non-sorcerers, sorcerers, curses. These are the possibilities of cursed energy in humanity. Still, there must be more to human potential... I tried to bring this fourth possibility, but unfortunately, it didn't work."
Itadori narrowed his eyes and stopped the transfer process, standing up.
He didn't know why Yuki was so determined to talk, but it helped him buy time, so he wouldn't try to interrupt them. At that moment, he needed just a single opening.
"The answer was always to shine in the inner darkness of chaos. Do you understand? What I should have created was chaos that even I wouldn't be able to control.
I have already extracted the cursed technique."
Yuki widened her eyes, turning to Itadori urgently. "There was a curse with a stitched body, right? He had a technique capable of manipulating the soul!"
Itadori blinked at the question. "That guy absorbed him some time ago."
"What?!!"
!
"Idle Transfiguration..."
When a huge symbol appeared on the ground and in the skies, Itadori saw it as the opening he was waiting for.
"Disaster Flames: Volcanic Eruption!"
And reciting these words, the ground beneath Kenjaku's feet heated up in an instant, steam escaping from cracks that suddenly formed.
This alerted him, and he immediately jumped as magma exploded from the ground, quickly summoning some curses to protect him from the heat.
'The game technique?' Kenjaku questioned with surprise, his eyes landing on an Itadori advancing through the magma as if the scorching heat was nothing to him. 'Oh, I can see.'
Landing on the ground, he quickly summoned the lion-like curse from earlier, the huge creature standing in front of him to defend its master.
'This is even more surprising!'
But sending the curse to attack the boy, Kenjaku was astonished when the lion was sent flying by a strong impact, his eyes landing on a flying Shikigami returning to Yuki.
"I sacrifice the rest of my cursed energy reserves in this attack. Cut everything in your path."
And when the boy stopped a few meters from him, his eyes narrowed as he summoned numerous curses, sending them towards the teenager.
"Dismantle!"
Sending the cut, Itadori watched the attack slice through all the curses in its path, Kenjaku widening his eyes and moving just before the attack reached him.
*Cut.
But he was too slow, implied when his eyes moved down to see his right hand was nowhere to be seen.
"Really... I can expect great things from you, Yuji Itadori!"
Itadori, seeing the man's hand fly away, quickly ran towards him even with exhaustion threatening to knock him down.
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But when he was about to reach the severed limb, his eyes widened as a fist hit his face squarely, his eyes moving to see Kenjaku already beside him.
'Damn it!' He growled, and attacking with an elbow, the curse user simply grabbed his attack and hit him with a barrage of punches to his face, kicking his stomach and sending him flying away.
"Damn! Don't attack my brother!"
And turning when Choso collided with him, Kenjaku narrowed his eyes as he grabbed a fist, quickly striking the death painting's neck with a kick and pushing him to the ground.
!
Holding a nail inches from his neck, he blinked to see a girl a few meters away with a hammer.
"..?"
"Attack!"
But his fight seemed far from over when he heard, noticing how all the sorcerers at the scene seemed to charge towards him.
"I would love to continue." And picking his hand from the ground, he quickly reattached it to his arm before using reverse cursed energy. "But I have more important matters to attend to."
"Ice Formation..."
!
And before the sorcerers could reach him, a pillar of ice stood in their way, a sweaty Uraume reaching Geto shortly after.
"Just in time, right? You look pale..."
"Poison from that bastard's blood." She responded with a growl.
"I see... Very well, let's go."
Boom!
Summoning a wave of curses, Geto took one last look at an Itadori getting up from the ground, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Do you hear, Sukuna? It's starting again.
The golden age of curses."