Jujutsu Kaisen — Chapter 64 - To Hell with the Greater Good — The Strongest Trio Reunites
Several kilometers away. The rooftop of an office building in Shinjuku.
The night wind lifted the hem of the man's suit jacket.
Kenjaku looked down from his vantage point at the pedestrian street below, reduced to ruins.
His gaze pierced the darkness and locked onto the dark gold kasaya lying in the muddy water.
What a spineless coward.
Kenjaku sneered inwardly.
He had thought that pushing this kid to the brink would finally send him walking the path of the inhuman. But in the end, the boy couldn't even bring himself to kill an ordinary person. Got beaten face-down into the mud by his former comrades.
Still, the show wasn't over yet.
Suguru Geto's psychological defenses had completely collapsed. His body was severely injured. Kill him now, take over that perfect body with Cursed Spirit Manipulation while it was still warm, and the thousand-year plan could still move forward.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Index and middle fingers pressed together, forming a concealed hand seal.
The Cursed Energy of Sukuna's Finger doesn't dissipate that easily.
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The ruined street.
Suguru Geto was still lying in the freezing mud puddle.
His mind was completely blank.
The scathing, barbed tirade Satoru Gojo and Toji had just unleashed still echoed in his eardrums.
Then everything changed.
Less than 5 meters away, the corpse of the scar-faced man whose head Satoru Gojo had torn off convulsed violently.
Squelch.
Viscous black-red Cursed Energy erupted from the severed neck.
It intertwined and compressed in midair, condensing in a blink into a serrated blood blade 2 meters long.
Immense, malevolent killing intent slammed down and locked onto Suguru Geto.
His scalp crawled.
He tried to roll clear on instinct.
His body refused.
The beating Toji and Satoru Gojo had given him was entirely real. At least 3 ribs broken. His Cursed Energy, already disordered, had been scattered into complete disarray. The moment his left leg pushed off, searing pain tore through his nerves.
He collapsed awkwardly back into the mud.
The blood blade came screaming down at his face, foul wind rushing ahead of it.
No room to dodge.
The air shattered.
Toji Fushiguro was already standing in front of him.
That broad back filled Suguru Geto's entire field of vision.
The Cursed Spirit Chimera coiled around Toji's shoulder opened its mouth and spat out a pitch-black hilt.
Toji caught it in a reverse grip. The Inverted Spear of Heaven.
Clang.
The Special Grade Cursed Tool that forcibly nullifies all techniques swept a cold arc through the air.
One slash.
The blood blade shattered.
SWISH SWISH SWISH—
The blade light didn't stop. It wove itself into an impenetrable, seamless net.
1 second later, the 3-meter headless corpse collapsed with a thunderous crash. Sliced into over a thousand thumb-sized chunks of flesh.
The black Cursed Energy residue dissolved instantly.
A rain of blood and minced meat came crashing down. Not a single drop touched the hem of Toji's clothes.
Suguru Geto sat stunned in the mud, staring up at this man.
In that instant, the cold killing intent radiating off Toji had been a hundred times more terrifying than that Special Grade monster.
Then Toji turned around.
Every trace of that top-tier killer's expression vanished without a trace. He bared his teeth in a brilliant grin. He even gave Suguru Geto a big thumbs-up.
"Stupid brat!"
Toji's voice boomed like thunder, rattling the shattered glass strewn across the ground.
"You lost your guidance of youth, and you forgot even the most basic vigilance?!"
"Spacing out on the battlefield will get you mercilessly left behind by the train of youth!"
The corner of Suguru Geto's mouth twitched.
This muscle-brained idiot. Still exactly the same.
But looking at that infuriatingly hot-blooded grin, the suffocating weight pressing down on his chest inexplicably lifted by more than half.
"Interesting."
Satoru Gojo walked over with both hands in his pockets, stepping through the blood-soaked ground. His azure Six Eyes fixed on the pile of flesh.
"Dead and still capable of attacking. This isn't something an ordinary wild Cursed Spirit can pull off."
He walked into the middle of the carnage and nudged a piece of viscera aside with his toe.
A withered, twisted, dark-red finger emerged from beneath it.
The sharp black nails at the fingertip caught the dim light and glinted coldly.
"A Special Grade Cursed Object." Satoru Gojo raised an eyebrow. "Ryomen Sukuna's Finger."
Suguru Geto went still.
How could a pack of scumbags who only knew robbery and murder possibly get their hands on a strategic-level Cursed Object like this?
"Someone's pulling strings behind the scenes." Satoru Gojo's tone dropped cold.
The Six Eyes' field of vision expanded explosively to its absolute limit. The chaotic Cursed Energy residuals blanketing Shinjuku were rapidly filtered and dismantled before his eyes.
"Found it."
"A very faint thread of Cursed Energy. Extremely foul. Connected directly to this finger."
Satoru Gojo tapped his toe against the ground.
BOOM.
The terrifying force stamped a massive crater into the asphalt. He launched off it and shot skyward, suspending himself in the night air hundreds of meters up.
The fierce wind tore through his white hair.
Satoru Gojo surveyed the entirety of Shinjuku below, his Six Eyes clamped hard onto that faint, shifting thread of Cursed Energy.
The instant his gaze tracked it to the rooftop of an office building several kilometers away, the thread snapped.
The other party had noticed him immediately. The moment they sensed the Six Eyes, they severed every Cursed Energy connection without hesitation and erased all traces.
Satoru Gojo hung in midair for a dozen or so seconds.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance and dropped back to the ground.
"Ran pretty fast."
The crisis was completely resolved.
Silence settled back over the ruins.
In the distance, Yu Haibara wiped the tears and snot from his face and looked over at them, crying and laughing at the same time.
Suguru Geto still sat slumped in that mud puddle.
He lowered his head and looked at his dark gold five-striped kasaya, stained with blood, filth, mud, and shredded flesh.
Too humiliating.
These past few months, he had been a complete clown. Self-righteously believing he could shoulder the sins of the entire world, only to end up as a stupid chess piece on someone else's board.
Footsteps approached from in front of him.
Suguru Geto raised his head.
Satoru Gojo stood there.
No sunglasses. Those Six Eyes that seemed to see through everything just quietly looked at him.
No mockery. No interrogation. No condescending pity.
Satoru Gojo extended his right hand.
At the same moment, Toji Fushiguro strode over and took his place beside Satoru Gojo.
"What are you spacing out for, problem child."
Toji grinned and extended that large, calloused hand.
"The ground's cold. Get the hell up. If you come down with something tomorrow and it messes up my passionate special training, I'll beat you."
Two hands. Hovering in front of Suguru Geto.
He stared at them. His vision blurred.
He had thought he severed everything. The moment he crushed that phone, he was certain he could never go back to that sun-drenched training ground at Jujutsu High.
He had thought that when these two strongest men came for him today, they would kill him for the wicked Curse User he had become.
Instead, they pinned him to the ground and beat him. Scolded him awake from his own arrogance.
And then, like a couple of kids waiting for a friend who'd screwed up, they held out their hands.
"Cough... cough, cough—"
Suguru Geto coughed violently. 2 mouthfuls of blood-tinged saliva hit the mud.
Then he laughed.
At first it was just a suppressed, muffled thing, his shoulders shaking slightly. Then the laughter grew. Then it grew louder still.
Finally, he threw his head back and, in the blood-reeking ruins, let out the most relieved, most cathartic laugh of his eighteen years.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
He laughed until tears spilled from his eyes and carved 2 clear trails down his mud-caked face.
To hell with the greater good.
To hell with the new world.
To hell with monkeys and Jujutsu Sorcerers.
He didn't want to be some goddamn evil cult leader. He just wanted to drag the rat scheming against him from the shadows, together with these two bastards, and crush every bone in its body.
Suguru Geto raised his mud-covered hands.
Slap.
He grabbed Satoru Gojo's and Toji Fushiguro's hands and held on hard. Drawing on the strength of both, he hauled himself up out of the mud puddle.
The three men representing the greatest combat power in the Jujutsu world stood together again.
"Me too, me too!"
Yu Haibara saw them reconciled and came sprinting over, thrusting his hand into the middle of theirs.
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10 kilometers away.
Inside an abandoned underground air-raid shelter tunnel.
The sutured man in a suit walked briskly through the dark.
"Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes, plus that anomaly Toji Fushiguro."
Kenjaku touched the suture line across his forehead and let out a low, quiet chuckle.
"Quite troublesome, indeed..."
He had failed to obtain that perfect body. He had even lost an extremely precious Special Grade Cursed Object in the process.
He felt no particular anger about it.
He had lived a thousand years. Patience was the one thing he had in abundance.
"Whatever."
Kenjaku turned and walked deeper into the tunnel. His voice drifted back through the empty underground.
"Variables that slip beyond your control are so much more interesting, aren't they."
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