Future Yuji Itadori Joins the Chat Group Chapter 64: I Will Cut You Apart Along With Your Trump Card

Why is Sukuna's vessel appearing here?!

Why is he this strong?!

Why does he know Mahito's na?!

This world shouldn't even know of their existence yet.

Why, why, why?!

Jogo simply couldn't fathom the current situation.

The absolute gap in strength had even birthed fear in his heart—

However, that emotion existed in Jogo's heart for only a few minutes before it was drowned out by his rage!

Unacceptable, unacceptable, unacceptable!

Die, die, die, die, die...

Jogo only had one last trump card left.

Though his legs were severed and one palm was shredded, making it impossible for him to perform a Domain Expansion, he still had a move whose power was second only to a domain!

Fury filled Jogo's heart, and molten lava erupted from his skull!

Maximum: teor!

"Don't look down on us!!!! We cursed spirits are the humans of the new era!!"

Jogo's roar exploded across the mountain highway.

He threw his head back, his hideous face written with madness.

Blinding light burst from his volcano-like crown, and scalding lava surged forth—not forward, but straight into the sky.

The sky changed.

The originally clear night sky began to glow red, turning the dark expanse into a blood-colored hue.

That red grew deeper and brighter, as if sothing massive was taking shape behind the clouds.

Satoru Gojo looked up, the Six Eyes beneath his blindfold narrowing slightly.

The clouds were torn asunder.

A teorite plumted from the sky.

It wasn't an ordinary rock—it was a massive teorite over ten ters in diater created by Jogo using cursed energy.

Its surface flowed with orange-red flas as it fell straight toward the ground from the high heavens!

He didn't care what the consequences were!

As long as he could kill Yuji Itadori and Satoru Gojo, then everything would be enough!!

This single move could directly destroy an entire city!

No matter what ability Yuji Itadori possessed, he couldn't possibly dodge an attack with such a massive range!

"Die!"

While the teorite was still mid-air, the heatwave arrived first.

The trees on both sides of the road began to spontaneously combust; the asphalt surface started to soften and bubble. The air beca so scalding that every breath felt like his lungs were being seared.

Jogo lay on the ground, purple blood still seeping from his severed legs and hand, but a victorious smile was plastered on his face.

"Die!"

His voice was raspy and frenzied.

"Yuji Itadori! Satoru Gojo! No one will live! You all die!"

This was his Maximum: teor.

An ultimate strike with power second only to a Domain Expansion.

Although in his current state, releasing this move had nearly drained all of his cursed energy, as long as it killed the two people before him, it would all be worth it!

"The one laughing on the wasteland a hundred years from now doesn't have to be , as long as curses stand tall like humans, that is enough!!"

Jogo scread hysterically.

"Have you seen the future? Do you know what the future looks like?"

But at that mont, Yuji Itadori spoke slowly beside Jogo, his tone incredibly calm.

"I have seen it with my own eyes. A hundred years from now, there will be no cursed spirits."

That future without cursed spirits had been created by Yuji Itadori's own hands.

No cursed spirits, no jujutsu sorcerers.

"You... what the hell are you talking about?"

Jogo completely failed to understand Yuji Itadori.

"Hey, hey, hey, this Jogo guy is going to get us caught up in it too!"

The corner of Kenjaku's mouth twitched as he watched the rapidly falling fireball in the sky. He turned to Hanami beside him and said,

"I'm not wasting my ti here. It's ti to go. Let Jogo fend for himself."

Though Kenjaku's mind was full of questions, he knew very well that staying here would only land him in a more dangerous situation.

However, Hanami's voice rang out in his mind.

Hanami stood her ground, having no intention of leaving; she was ready to support Jogo at any mont.

'A re cursed spirit, quite the talker.'

Kenjaku let out a cold laugh and then left without looking back.

Rather than leaving, it was more like a flight.

At this mont, the teorite was getting closer.

A massive shadow lood over the entire mountain, like the arrival of the apocalypse.

Yuji Itadori looked up at the giant teorite crashing toward him.

His expression didn't change at all.

No fear, no tension—he didn't even look like he was getting serious.

He just tilted his head back slightly, as if watching a leaf fall from a tree.

If Yuji Itadori wanted to dodge, it would be a breeze.

But Yuji Itadori chose not to.

He wouldn't give Jogo any chance to escape.

Yuji Itadori knew that besides Jogo, Hanami was nearby.

On that night in the past that he had experienced, Jogo had chosen to attack Satoru Gojo and was nearly exorcised. It was only because Hanami intervened that he gained a mont to breathe and escaped his fate.

This ti, Yuji Itadori wouldn't allow them even a one percent chance of fleeing.

"A teorite, huh..."

Yuji Itadori whispered, then he raised his right hand.

In that instant, countless invisible slashing attacks swept over the teorite almost simultaneously!

Coming along with them was the sound of lava and air being shredded to pieces!

The first change occurred on the surface of the teorite.

Fine, crisscrossing lines appeared on the flowing lava.

Those lines grew more nurous and dense, like a net woven by Yuji Itadori using cursed energy.

Then, the teorite began to decompose.

It didn't explode; it didn't shatter.

Like a sandcastle blown apart by the wind, that massive teorite over ten ters in diater—sufficient to level a small town—split into countless tiny fragnts in mid-air.

It was as if an invisible giant was devouring the teorite bit by bit.

The slashing attacks didn't stop, continuing until every single fragnt was reduced to dust.

In just a few minutes, Jogo's ultimate move was completely annihilated in the air.

The once scalding lava had now beco nothing more than sand dissipating in the wind.

Jogo went stiff, his wide eyes full of horror.

Everything that had just happened was completely beyond his comprehension.

Yuji Itadori... he actually directly cut his Maximum technique to... pieces?

How is that possible?

Is this guy's cursed technique a slashing attack like Sukuna's?

Why does he have Sukuna's technique?

But this guy isn't Sukuna at all!

Jogo recalled what Kenjaku had told him before.

To achieve their goals, at least two things had to be accomplished.

First, win over Ryon Sukuna and turn him into a combat force for their side.

Second, seal Satoru Gojo and remove him from the battle.

But Jogo never imagined that the one to overturn everything wouldn't be either of those two.

It was Yuji Itadori, this weak human who was supposed to be just a vessel.

Why was he so strong?!

Why was the gap so vast?!

Yuji Itadori looked at the sky. Seeing that the teorite had completely vanished, he stuffed his hands back into his pockets and walked over to Jogo.

There was still no change in his expression.

"You bastard! Who the hell are you?! Why do you know about our affairs?!"

Jogo's cursed energy was nearly depleted; he didn't even have the strength to raise a hand.

But Yuji Itadori didn't respond, as if Jogo were an insignificant existence.

"It seems you aren't planning to tell Mahito's location."

Yuji Itadori's flat voice ca from his mouth.

"You think I'd betray—"

However, Jogo didn't finish his sentence; he could no longer make any sound.

In his eyes, the sky and the ground inverted, spinning continuously.

After dazing for a few seconds, Jogo suddenly realized that his head had been cut off by Yuji Itadori.

He hadn't been able to see any of Yuji Itadori's movents from start to finish.

The latter hadn't even taken his hands out of his pockets.

Since Jogo wasn't going to reveal Mahito's purpose, Yuji Itadori didn't intend to keep asking.

This creature was one of the masterminds behind the Shibuya Incident.

He had to be exorcised.

Yuji Itadori's hand finally ca out of his pocket. He grabbed Jogo's head and lifted it into the air—

In that instant, an object fell from the sky, aiming for Yuji Itadori's position.

It was a giant flower, its stem as sharp as a spear.

Yuji Itadori shifted slightly, dodging the attack.

However, the mont the flower stem pierced the ground, a field of multicolored flowers instantly covered the entire area. Various flowers blood in competition, looking incredibly beautiful.

Jogo's eyes widened.

He knew very well that this was Hanami's cursed technique.

This wasn't an ordinary flower field; the scent emitted by every flower could affect a person's mind, making them lower their guard.

Hanami had already witnessed Yuji Itadori's strength from afar, so she knew very well that if they fought head-on, she would never be his match.

Therefore, she decided to use this technique to distract Yuji Itadori and Satoru Gojo for a mont.

Even if it was just for a few seconds, it would give her a chance to escape with Jogo.

In the past Yuji Itadori had experienced, Hanami had used this thod to successfully escape from Satoru Gojo's hands.

She was a cursed spirit born from humanity's fear of the forest; her aura was closer to a plant than a cursed spirit. As long as she escaped into the forest, even Satoru Gojo with the Six Eyes would find it difficult to track her.

However—

Yuji Itadori would not let that happen.

Even if Mahito wasn't here, if Hanami and Jogo were allowed to escape, the Shibuya Incident could still happen in the future of this world.

Therefore, Yuji Itadori would definitely exorcise these two cursed spirits today.

This was his reason for appearing here now.

He had about twenty minutes left.

More than enough.

Yuji Itadori narrowed his eyes—

The mont the flower field appeared, in less than a second, the entire space was flooded with slashing attacks as dense as a gale.

The flower field was shredded to pieces, even the traces of its existence directly wiped away.

"You've finally co out, Hanami."

Yuji Itadori turned his head slightly, looking toward the nearby forest.

Hanami stood right there.

A build nearly identical to a human, grayish-white skin, and a hideous face. Aside from the branch-like horns at the eyes, it was difficult to see any forest-related elents on her body. Only her left shoulder was covered by a white cloth, as if to hide sothing.

Yuji Itadori rembered Hanami.

Not just because she had once saved Jogo from Satoru Gojo, but because during the Goodwill Event between the two schools not long from now, Hanami would ambush the place, causing very severe casualties.

The classmates and friends he knew had all suffered injuries of varying degrees.

And everything had been arranged by the cursed spirits and Kenjaku; there were even curse users colluding with them.

In the Jujutsu World, there were also moles who collaborated with them.

While Hanami attacked the Goodwill Event, the others had sneaked into the Cursed Warehouse of Jujutsu High and stolen the Sukuna's Fingers held there—as well as the first three numbers of the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings.

Yuji Itadori had co to this world to prevent such things from happening.

Neither Jogo nor Hanami could be allowed to leave this place.

Hanami seed sowhat surprised at this mont. She hadn't expected her sudden attack to be ineffective, as if the opponent had known of her movents in advance.

This shouldn't be possible.

No one should be able to sense her aura ahead of ti!

Jogo was being held by Yuji Itadori like a ball, and he noticed the latter's gaze move to Hanami.

An ominous premonition arose in his heart.

This guy was coming for them.

Though it wasn't clear how he had obtained intelligence regarding them, there was no doubt that they had beco Yuji Itadori's targets.

"Hanami, don't co ov—"

Jogo's final words were never spoken; his remaining head was completely obliterated under countless slashing attacks.

There wasn't even a shred of emotion in Yuji Itadori's heart.

He had co to this world to prevent the tragedies of the past.

Exorcising these cursed spirits was sothing Yuji Itadori had long ago decided he must do—it was an inevitability.

Yuji Itadori rembered clearly that Nanami Kento was first heavily wounded by Dagon and Jogo, and ultimately fell at Mahito's hands.

He would never forget, no matter how many tis.

'Itadori, I'll leave the rest to you.'

Yuji Itadori still rembered the words Nanami Kento had said to him.

At that ti, Nanami Kento hadn't even uttered a plea for help.

Was he worried those words would beco a curse for him...

No matter what, the tragedy could not be allowed to happen again.

No matter what.

Yuji Itadori's gaze, sharp as a blade, fell upon Hanami.