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"Wait, did I miss something here?"
Yuto blinked, caught off guard. A warm weight pressed against his chest. Himeno stood before him, her sleek business suit accentuating her tall, graceful figure. Her long legs and slim waist, cinched by a belt, gave her an air of quiet elegance. Up close, her face held a shy flush, her usual poise softened by a playful smile. Her full chest strained against her blouse, making Yuto wonder if a button might pop loose.
Holding her felt almost too perfect, like he shouldn't dare disturb the moment. Why had brought her team along was a mystery, but with her so close, Yuto wasn't about to let the chance slip.
...…..
In the days that followed, Yuto shifted gears, diving into moments that felt straight out of a doujinshi fantasy.
"My legs… they're healed?"
Jinguuji Ayame leaned against Yuto's steady chest, her violet eyes wide with disbelief. Her usually stern, mature face softened, almost girlish, making Yuto stifle a grin.
"Magic," he said, brushing her dark hair gently.
Green energy pulsed through her long, elegant legs, reviving dead nerves and cells. Feeling them move again, Ayame's heart swelled. She'd mourned her lost mobility, accepting she'd never stand again. Now, with this miracle, tears of gratitude glistened as she gazed at Yuto.
Her fitted suit hugged her curves, tracing a breathtaking silhouette; from her full chest to her slender waist and toned legs. "No rest for you tonight," she teased with her warm voice. Grabbing his collar, her cool, striking face flushed as she leaned in.
In the spacious private office, Yuto didn't hold back, engaging the captivating woman in a fiery exchange.
......
Tengen acted faster than Yuto expected. Within a day, a letter arrived, summoning him to the Star Plasma Palace.
An hour later, Yuto stood alone before a massive, thumb-shaped barrier entity radiating cursed energy.
A millennium-old master of barriers, Tengen's Star Plasma Palace was his sanctuary, woven from his immortality technique. It shifted at his whim, letting him observe the world through barriers, untouched by chaos.
"I sensed your arrival, Yuto. The ruler of this era graces my sanctuary." Tengen said, bowing.
"Enough with the formalities, Tengen. I want your immortality technique, the Star Plasma Body secrets, and your reincarnation method."
"Straight to the point." Tengen said, a wry smile on his four-eyed form. "Those are the pillars of my existence. What do I gain from surrendering them to you?" He'd foreseen Yuto's boldness but felt the sting of his bluntness.
Yuto stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You gain survival, Tengen. Enemies are gnawing at your doorstep, and you're too weak to stop them. I'm not here to beg; I'm offering you a chance ."
Tengen sighed, resigned. "As you wish, but in return, eliminate Kenjaku and Ryomen Sukuna."
In Jujutsu Kaisen, Kenjaku, a master curse sorcerer, wields curse spirit manipulation and body-swapping, the worst of his kind. His goal is to optimize cursed energy, creating a new form beyond spirits or sorcerers. He's long targeted Tengen, aiming to turn him into a curse spirit and siphon his power for a monstrous creation.
Their feud spans a thousand years, with victories and defeats traded. Now, Tengen is at a disadvantage. Kenjaku, using Geto Suguru's body, schemes relentlessly, while Sukuna's half-revived. Either could destroy him. Years ago, Fushiguro Toji disrupted Tengen's reincarnation, leaving him vulnerable.
To survive and align with Yuto, Tengen surrendered his secrets.
….
"A fair deal," Yuto said, satisfied with the immortality technique. It held untapped potential, as he'd suspected.
Leaving the palace, his expression cooled. 'Tengen's immortality and all-seeing barriers are really dangerous..' Yuto smiled and reduced the scroll to ash.
Yuto put on a hood and vanished.
.......
"Damn It! It's been two days!" a voice cried.
A day after the Shibuya Incident, panic spread. Inside the barrier, Shibuya's trapped citizens grew hopeless. The four great curse spirits flaunted their defiance, mocking the Curse Bureau.
Itadori Yuji paced, yanking his hair. "Gojo sensei is sealed….There are so many people trapped here… are we supposed to just stand here?!"
"Calm down," Fushiguro Megumi said, his spiky hair framing a tense frown.
"I'm done waiting….I'm going in!"
Nanami Kento stepped forward, calm behind his shades. "Stop. You're their target, with Sukuna's fingers inside you. If you rush in, you'll be caught immediately."
"Remember Gojo's vow to that group of people." Nanami said.
Yuji mimicked a throat slash, joking about the old council, unaware that Yuto had purged them. Now under Yuto's rule, the Curse High School united, led by Principal Yaga. Kyoto's Gakuganji fell in a clash with the Keikain clan, sparing Yuji's execution. He trained under Gojo, oblivious to the deeper truth.
Still, Yuto's delay grated on him. "How long do we wait?"
Then, a figure ignited the dark sky. Yuto hovered above the inky barrier.
"Interesting," he said, a faint smirk forming.
"Break!"
He thrust a hand forward, unleashing a torrent of magic. A radiant comet slashed the night, shattering the barrier in a blaze of light. Below, sorcerers gaped as shadows dissolved.
"What… was that?" Yuji gasped. The barrier they couldn't breach crumbled with one gesture.
"Is he that far beyond me?" Yuji wondered, shaken. They were of the same age, yet worlds apart.
"That's Yuto," Momo and Mai murmured, awestruck.
"Mai, your clan's cozy with him now, right?" Momo teased. "Spill it, what's he like?"
Mai's cheeks reddened. "He's… kind. Full of fire."
"Fire? Hard to imagine the cool Yuto like that," Momo grinned.
As they chatted, Yuto dove into Shibuya. The others followed, itching to fight.
Inside, Yuto could feel someone has set up a formation.
"This aura….Abe no Seimei's work?" He smirked. "I didn't even have to hunt for you."
Descending the subway, he met three grotesque curse spirits.
"Well, well, the big boss arrives," Mahito sneered, stitches criss crossing his face.
Dagon, Hanami, and Jogo loomed behind.
"Hey, hey…I heard you are the strongest in the world. I am really itching to fight with the so-called strongest."
Mahito taunted as he walked over with a smile.
"Today's your last day, kid."
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