Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi — Chapter 38 - True Form Activation
The shadow tide had become the sky itself.
In that moment, it severed the present world completely, swallowing the Shinjuku ruins, swallowing the entire world of the two figures standing there.
Dragging everything into a soundless abyss of annihilation.
As the sovereign of this darkness issued its final whispered command.
The gloom veiling the dome hungered. And slowly, it opened its embrace.
Black cursed energy twisted into countless massive, grotesque hands.
With the arrogance of a creator, upon that scarred and ravaged earth.
It lifted a new life into being from nothing.
The second great beast of shadow.
The shadow Piercing Elephant.
In the reflection of the heavens, it descended with a thunderous roar!
"Born of shadow. Descending in shadow."
Megumi Fushiguro's murmur pierced through Ryomen Sukuna's mask of composure and struck straight at his soul.
The unyielding knight charged the windmill one last time.
Megumi swept both arms downward, as if cleaving through the throat of life and death, and unleashed a roar that tore the sky apart:
"And you — die in shadow!"
With Megumi's hysterical cry, the shadow tide above split wide open. The second Piercing Elephant, born of shadow.
Plunged down like divine punishment.
The scene, carried through the compound eyes of the ravens circling high above, burned itself into the heart of every Jujutsu High member, igniting a resonance that echoed through their very souls.
Several seconds of dead silence.
Then, as if to vent the shock and trembling about to burst their chests from within.
They all cried out together for the birth of the end:
"Above — it's shadow too!"
Over a dozen voices erupted at once inside the dim underground room.
The deafening roar was thick with wild elation, terror, and an indescribable heat in their blood.
These voices could never pierce the spatial barrier to reach that world-shattering battlefield.
But in this moment, none of them could hold back. They screamed.
"Tengai Shinsho!"
On the battlefield.
The second life descended upon the exhausted King of Curses and crushed the last trace of his will to fight.
Bones cracked. Flesh and blood scattered.
The King of Curses' supposedly indestructible demon-god body finally began to tear itself apart.
His spine let out a wail of fracture, and vast sheets of blood instantly soaked the scorched earth beneath him.
"Brat!"
Sukuna's roar had lost all human quality. Only the savage wildness of a beast remained.
"No, I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost!"
In this death struggle, with the verdict already pronounced, Sukuna's face, smeared with blood and dust.
Flared once more with a light of absolute ferocity.
And that dangerous micro-expression was caught again by the ravens' compound eyes and broadcast to the viewing room.
"What — does Sukuna still have something left?"
Kashimo, whose expression had just begun to ease at the sight of victory's dawn, snapped taut again in an instant!
"Lord Megumi, he's still got something up his sleeve!"
Yuta Okkotsu saw it too. Their expression tightened as they gripped the frame of the television.
As if through that utterly futile gesture, they could force their own body into that hellish battlefield.
Could stand beside that blood-soaked young man.
But the unbridgeable distance of space, the unreachable boundary of physical reality.
Cruelly ensured that no one could intervene in this fight.
"No, Yuta. Calm down."
Hajime Kashimo, the presiding commentator, took command of the room's atmosphere once more.
He raised a hand and pointed straight at the screen, at the blood-stained face of the young man at the center of that crushing pressure.
Everyone followed his gesture. Their breath caught.
That expression of absolute conviction.
That face radiating defiant pride.
Under crushing pressure, Megumi Fushiguro still wore victory on his face.
Slowly opening his palms from their hand seal, Megumi pressed a blood-stained knuckle lightly against his own temple with mocking ease.
The knuckles of his other hand pointed straight at Sukuna.
"Old man, your next line is,"
"True Form Activation!"
Two completely different voices rang out across the entire domain at once.
"What?"
Sukuna's killing-intent-filled eyes froze the instant he heard Megumi perfectly overlap his own words.
"How could you possibly know I hadn't activated my true form yet..."
Before the words finished, the King of Curses understood, too late.
What he now faced was no longer a brat. It was a warrior forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood across countless Parallel Worlds.
"Don't underestimate my intelligence network!"
Megumi raised his blood-smeared face and laughed without restraint.
And the final sound of cracking bones.
Rang out at exactly the right moment.
Heralding the King of Curses' last form, crashing violently into the world.
Bones were shattered from within by sheer brutal force.
Blood vessels torn apart by overwhelming, unreasonable power.
Under the crushing weight of the Piercing Elephant, it erupted in a rumble even more absolute than before!
That body, already destroyed beneath the grinding pressure of the twin Piercing Elephants.
Forcibly grew new, even more massive dark-red flesh!
Sukuna's arrogant laughter coiled once more above the shadow formation.
"So what if you knew?"
"Do you think your two hands can lift more than mine?"
Beneath their locked gazes, the 1.7-meter frame belonging to War Criminal Megumi split open from the back!
Two pairs of blood-drenched, brand-new arms burst through the body and drove upward, bracing against the Piercing Elephant bearing down on Sukuna.
Megumi felt the ground shudder violently beneath his feet.
That weight, enough to crush the earth's crust, was actually pushed back upward by raw force. Just a fraction.
More segments of the body were forcibly reforged, spraying waves of blood mist that coalesced into a thick, impenetrable crimson haze.
But the bloody red mist did not conceal the desolation of the defeated.
Instead, in this moment, it became the stage for the King of Curses to reappear in the full glory of his peak form from a thousand years ago.
As if descending into hell, the four-armed demon-god emerged from the blood mist, flawless, divine, and terrible, and descended once more upon the arena!
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