A hooded figure flickered amidst the light, and the true Yuji Itadori appeared within this space.
"What?"
Inside Young Itadori, Sukuna saw everything through the eyes of his vessel.
Even Sukuna had never seen such a technique before.
"Long ti no see, Sukuna."
Yuji Itadori tilted his head slightly to look at his other self, his hood concealing his features.
"Who are you?"
Sukuna threw a question at Yuji Itadori, but soon, he seed to realize sothing.
"Wait a minute. Why is there an aura on you exactly like this brat's?!"
"I thought you would have sensed a much more familiar aura, but it seems you didn't. Is it because of Aqua?"
Yuji Itadori spoke softly. He had originally thought Sukuna would be able to detect an aura identical to his own from his body.
Perhaps it was because Aqua had previously used her Purification ability on him, expunging it.
Yuji Itadori pulled back his hood, revealing a face almost identical to the other self.
However, his eyes were deeper and more weathered, as if polished by ti, and the scar at the corner of his mouth was particularly prominent.
"So, so that's how it is! Interesting, how interesting! This is the first ti I've ever seen a scene like this, you brat! How on earth did you do it?!"
Sukuna's frenzied voice emanated from the mouth on Young Itadori's palm.
He could feel that the Yuji Itadori standing before him right now was neither a technique nor a clone, but the true original.
However, he had completely shed his current recklessness and greenness, appearing incomparably mature and steady.
anwhile, Young Itadori's heart was also filled with shock.
Though he had known for a while that there was a future version of himself in the group, his heart still couldn't remain calm for long after the man actually appeared before him.
"Hey, brat, how did you do it?! Answer ! I might just spare your life!!"
"You're too noisy, Sukuna."
Yuji Itadori spoke in a calm tone.
After so much ti had passed, looking at Sukuna only caused a slight ripple in his heart.
It wasn't because of Sukuna himself, but simply because he had successfully returned to the past.
"I'll deal with the other noisy fellow first."
Yuji Itadori's attention didn't stay on his other self or Sukuna for long; he simply turned to look at the Special Grade Cursed Spirit nearby.
That deford and twisted face wore a look of displeasure, seemingly angered at being ignored, but its eyes also held a trace of confusion. It couldn't comprehend why a person had appeared out of thin air.
A person who was almost identical, yet completely different.
Those eyes, like billiard balls, stared wide and fixedly at Yuji Itadori as if wanting to swallow him alive.
But just as the Special Grade Cursed Spirit prepared to attack, Yuji Itadori released a slight amount of Cursed Energy—
The Cursed Spirit seed to sense an incomparably terrifying existence. It fled backward at a speed exceeding what the human eye could capture.
Special grade cursed spirits possess a certain degree of intellect, but that act of fleeing just now was not a calculated decision.
It was instinct.
An instinctive fear born from seeing a monster.
Young Itadori looked at the Cursed Spirit in surprise.
Just monts ago, when he and Fushiguro gumi faced it, they had almost lost the courage to breathe; the strength of the two sides wasn't even in the sa league.
But the mont that Special Grade Cursed Spirit saw his future self, it was actually afraid?
"In the blink of an eye, so much ti has passed."
Yuji Itadori simply looked at the opponent expressionlessly, as if it were an insignificant entity.
The mont he finished speaking, Yuji Itadori turned his head again, his gaze returning to Young Itadori.
"Hoh? I thought you were going to unleash so special technique, but was it just a bluff after all?"
Sukuna said with a hint of disdain.
"A bluff?"
Yuji Itadori tilted his head slightly, glancing at Sukuna's mouth out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm already finished."
"What?"
Just as Sukuna was confused, Young Itadori's gaze also shifted toward the position of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
The expression on that Special Grade Cursed Spirit's face completed a triple transformation from terror to anger, from anger to confusion, and from confusion to despair within a fraction of a second.
It opened its mouth wide, that deford and massive maw splitting to a near-exaggerated degree, revealing rows of incredibly sharp fangs inside.
It wanted to make a sound—perhaps a roar, perhaps a wail, or perhaps it simply wanted to release Cursed Energy to attack.
But that sound never ca out.
Because before that, its body had already been sliced open.
Dismantle.
In the mont Yuji Itadori had looked at the Cursed Spirit, countless Dismantles had already been launched.
Those slashing attacks had no direction, no trajectory, and no source.
They seed to grow directly out of the space itself, extending through the target's body from every angle, every axis, and every possible dinsion simultaneously.
It was like drawing a dense grid of lines on a piece of paper and then tearing the paper to shreds.
Except this paper was a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
The Cursed Spirit's expression froze.
Its open mouth remained at that angle, its eyes kept that terrified stare, and its arched body stayed in that pouncing posture—everything was frozen in the final fra of its life.
It was like a video with the pause button pressed, or a statue frozen in ti.
Then, the bloodlines began to surface.
Starting from the top of its head, a red line as thin as a hair extended straight down, passing through its body all the way to the end of its fish tail.
Then ca a second line, a third, a fourth—horizontal, diagonal, intersecting. Countless bloodlines appeared on the surface of its body, spreading like the markings on a chessboard.
The entire process was silent.
There was no whistle of slashing attacks, no muffled thud of flesh being torn, and the Cursed Spirit wasn't even able to let out a wail.
Everything happened in a suffocating silence.
The Cursed Spirit even maintained its standing posture—it hadn't even realized it had been sliced open.
Its consciousness was simultaneously cut into countless fragnts in that instant, until a light breeze drifted by.
That breeze was very light, so light it was almost imperceptible, only creating faint ripples in the corner of Yuji Itadori's clothes.
But when that wind blew past the Cursed Spirit's body—
It fell apart.
The Cursed Spirit's body scattered across the ground like collapsing building blocks.
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