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What happened inside the thick smoke? Why was there no movement after Yuji went in?

Mechamaru felt a sudden sense of foreboding. Several thrusters emerged from his back, sparks flying as they propelled his mechanical body toward the scene at high speed.

The heavily injured Kechizu, seeing Mechamaru about to charge into the smoke, unleashed his final strength and spat a large amount of green acid from his mouth.

"I won't let you pass! I must protect my brother!"

Protect, you say...

Mechamaru's movements faltered for a brief moment, and a flash of loneliness crossed the eyes of his main body, far away in the basement.

The person he wanted to protect... that cute girl with long blue hair was already gone.

Since the person I wanted to protect is lost, what right do you have to protect anyone?

He channeled his main body's vast Cursed Energy at maximum conversion efficiency into this mechanical vessel.

"Protect? You need to die too!"

A massive laser erupted from his palm, slamming fiercely into Kechizu, who stood before the smoke.

Kechizu's bloated body began to spurt thick blood from everywhere. His twisted facial features became even more distorted, and a shrill scream erupted from his mouth.

But even as his flesh was constantly scorched and his life force continuously faded, he had no intention of moving aside. He stood blocking the smoke, preferring to die rather than let anyone through.

Overestimating your own capabilities.

Mechamaru's main body snorted coldly and increased his Cursed Energy output. The laser finally pierced through Kechizu's body, leaving a hole a full meter in diameter.

Kechizu spat out pus and blood again, finally losing control of his body. His form collapsed heavily to the ground and his life force vanished completely.

It was then that a gust of wind suddenly whipped up in the enclosed space of Shibuya Station, dispersing the thick smoke that had shrouded half the area.

Mechamaru saw the scene within the smoke clearly, and the pupils of his main body, far away in the basement, contracted violently.

Eso stood there in the smoke, completely unscathed, while Yuji, who had charged in intending to engage in close-quarters combat, was now being held high by the head by a large hand.

The culprit holding Yuji's head was a man with long black hair fluttering in the air and a stitch line across his forehead.

Kenjaku's eyes gazed indifferently at the boy before him, a smile on his face. "Found you, Itadori Yuji."

Seeing Kenjaku, the shock in the heart of Mechamaru's main body, far away in the basement, was beyond words.

Isn't this the man who had been trading intelligence with him? How could he appear here?

The other party was able to subdue Yuji in one blow. His strength is at least Special Grade. And this appearance...

The pressure he gives off is truly heavy. It seems he is indeed the Special Grade Sorcerer Geto Suguru.

Thinking of this, Mechamaru joined his hands together. A laser gathered in his palms and shot out, wanting to test the enemy with the life of this mechanical body.

Feeling the fluctuations of Cursed Energy beside him, Kenjaku turned his head and glanced sideways.

"Almost forgot, there is a traitor here too. Go die."

As soon as the words fell, the ground beneath Mechamaru suddenly turned into a black vortex. A large number of strange-looking Cursed Spirits crawled out from within, tearing his body into pieces.

The laser flying into mid-air was neutralized by a struggling Cursed Spirit, and both dissipated.

Watching Mechamaru get destroyed just like that, even knowing it wasn't his main body, Yuji was still furious, his eyes splitting with rage as he said, word by word, "You bastard! I will! Kill you!"

"Less talk, just lie down obediently."

Kenjaku raised his hand and punched Yuji's abdomen.

Yuji was knocked unconscious by this immense force and began foaming at the mouth on the spot.

Kenjaku took a leather pouch out of his wide sleeve and spread it open. Inside lay ten shriveled objects containing extremely vast Cursed Energy. These were the fingers of the King of Curses, Sukuna.

"Be good. Open your mouth, and eat these obediently."

Kenjaku pulled out a finger and shoved it into Yuji's mouth. Seemingly pricked in the throat by the sharp black nail, the unconscious Yuji couldn't help but groan.

"Sukuna really needs to trim his nails. They're so long, they really do scratch the throat when you swallow them."

Kenjaku muttered, adding three fingers at once and stuffing them into Yuji's mouth.

As Yuji's body trembled continuously, the fingers were fed in one by one, and the black markings on his body gradually became more solid.

The moment all ten fingers were inserted, Yuji opened his eyes. His originally black pupils had become bright red, and a domineering aura radiated out.

"Long time no see, Kenjaku. I thought you would get bored of living and commit suicide."

Kenjaku returned the smile, though in reality, he had already accumulated hundreds of Cursed Spirits within his body. The moment Sukuna made a move, he would output everything.

"Of course I wouldn't commit suicide, Sukuna. My only goal is to be able to see something spectacular."

"Seeing something even more magnificent—that is the only obsession I have for living. Until I feel true magnificence, I will not die."

"Oh? Won't die?"

Sukuna was clearly intrigued and suddenly raised his hand. Dozens of Dismantles rushed toward Kenjaku.

"Won't die? Then I'll let you die for a bit."

Kenjaku's expression changed, as if he hadn't reacted in time, and he was pierced, turning into a pile of bloody meat on the ground on the spot.

Sukuna brushed the dust off his body, stared at the tattered pile of meat on the ground and kicked Kenjaku's head away.

"Didn't he just die? What's with all this obsession talk?"