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"Oh, just with you a few pieces of trash?"
Yuto shifted his gaze expressionlessly.
At this moment, on the platform of this underground train station, a train rested silently on the tracks, surrounded by a large crowd of people. The platform was nearly full, packed with figures standing still. Yet, oddly, not one of them spoke or reacted when they saw him. They stood there, dazed and unmoving, as if their souls had been stripped away.
Signs of a fierce battle scarred the area. The ground was covered with the bodies of monsters that had once swarmed the train tunnel. Some corpses stared blankly with wide eyes, unaware of their fate until it claimed them. Others bore expressions of terror and despair, their lives snatched away. None of the monster bodies remained whole. They had their heads cleanly severed, leaving only broken limbs behind. Whoever had killed them had done so with ruthless precision.
"I admit, your strength is impressive... but those of us standing here, except for Dagon, are all genuine special-grades."
"Facing multiple special-grade cursed spirits, you can still be so calm. I don't know if it's arrogance or ignorance."
The short old man with a volcano-like head spoke, his voice edged with anger at Yuto's unshaken demeanor.
These four great cursed spirits had always taken pride in their power. Jogo, born from humanity's fear of the earth and fueled by immense cursed energy, had gained both form and intellect. Since their emergence, no sorcerer has lasted more than two rounds against them. Their string of victories, combined with sealing the renowned Gojo Satoru in the Prison Realm, had inflated their confidence. Even against the so-called tyrant Yuto, they believed victory was certain.
"Of course, out of respect for your current status, we can make a deal."
Seeing his companions stay silent, the volcano-headed old man stepped forward, offering terms they had already agreed upon.
"As long as you hand over five of Sukuna's fingers and all the Killing Stones you have, we might avoid unnecessary fighting."
To Rokuro and the others, reviving Sukuna was their top priority. This young man had strength, so a peaceful resolution seemed ideal.
"This condition sounds pretty good."
Yuto crossed his arms, pausing to think. Then, under the mocking or scornful gazes of the four cursed spirits, he pulled five dark, slender fingers from his personal space.
"Are these the Sukuna fingers you want?"
"Yes, that's them... Give us those fingers, plus Killing Stones, and you can leave."
The thick cursed energy radiating from the fingers confirmed they belonged to Sukuna, the millennium's mightiest curse king.
"Phew!"
The cursed spirits' breathing grew heavy with anticipation. Jogo, quick-tempered as ever, spat out harsh demands, his volcano head spewing thick smoke in his excitement.
"But, you see, I hate being threatened the most."
As Rokuro lunged forward to grab the fingers, a mocking smile crossed Yuto's face.
Crack, crack...
In the stunned eyes of the four, he crushed the five blackened fingers into dust.
"You!!"
"Human, are you seeking death?"
"You dare to toy with us!!"
Fury overtook them, and the cursed spirits dropped all pretense. Their faces twisted as they attacked.
Whoosh!
A gray figure darted from the crowd; a figure with patchy skin and long hair. Mahito, the fastest of them, moved like a phantom, reaching Yuto's back in an instant. A wicked grin spread across his face as he pressed a hand to Yuto's back. "I really want to see your expression after I turn you into a toy," he whispered with a chuckle. "It must be very interesting."
"Technique: Idle Transfiguration!"
Mahito's grin widened. His ability let him reshape souls, altering a person's form or destroying them outright. But before his glee could peak, his expression faltered.
Whoosh!
Yuto's form dissolved into shadow. In an instant, he reappeared behind Mahito, whose face now paled with shock.
Bam!
A thunderous kick sent Mahito flying like a bullet, crashing into the train.
Rumble!!!
The impact smashed a train car's wall to pieces. Glass and seats scattered as Mahito tumbled through, punching a hole in the opposite side.
"Why didn't he react when I touched him?"
Mahito staggered up, confusion etched on his pale face. He had softened his bones with Idle Transfiguration to lessen the blow, yet the pain was undeniable.
"How is this possible? I'm injured... "
Yuto wielded the Harpe, the Immortal-Slaying Scythe; a blade from Greek myth that prevented healing. Against Mahito, whose soul was his essence, it struck true, sparking panic in the cursed spirit's eyes.
Swish!
Swish!
Two more figures flanked Yuto. On his left, the small, volcano-headed Jogo unleashed a blast of flame like a volcanic eruption, bathing the platform in red light. On his right, the sturdy Hanami slammed his fists into the ground.
Rumble, rumble!!
Thick tree roots burst from the earth, joining the flames to trap Yuto from both sides. The attack's force could have leveled the platform.
Yet Yuto calmly pointed at Dagon, the octopus-like spirit peeking from a corner.
"Skill activated: Grail's Favor." Yuto's murmured words invoked a surge of luck, turning the battle in his favor
Boom!!
The flames and roots veered sharply, engulfing Dagon instead.
"What's happening? Why did my attack change direction?"
"Damn it, what did you do? I can't control my power!!"
Jogo and Hanami reeled in shock as Dagon's cries echoed.
"Chains of Heaven!"
With a snap of his fingers, silver chains erupted from the void, striking Jogo and Hanami. One crashed into a pillar, the other into an elevator, both left in ruins.
The Chains of Heaven, designed to bind gods, served Yuto well despite their targets' lack of divinity.
Rumble!
The chains danced behind him like a silver tide. But then, a roar like crashing waves filled the air. A flood surged across the platform, swallowing the crowd and rising fast. Piranhas, massive and ferocious, swam toward Yuto.
He watched calmly as they closed in. At the last second, light flared from his hand. With a few swift gestures, Rune Magic froze the water into ice pillars.
"Black Flash!"
A fist wreathed in black and red cursed energy shattered the ice, sending shards raining down like stars. The platform became a flooded ruin, and Dagon cowered behind a pillar.
The other three cursed spirits rose unsteadily.
"Truly a monster," Jogo said, his tone heavy with caution.
"Oh my, he's really that strong. I didn't believe it before, but now I have to," Mahito quipped, fixing his twisted form with a grin.
"Even stronger than Gojo Satoru," Hanami muttered, tense and guarded.
"It's time to end this."
Yuto's voice carried a sharp edge of killing intent. The cursed spirits froze, trembling as if facing a god.
"Run!"
Jogo, veins bulging and flames roaring, unleashed his final move.
"Domain Expansion: Coffin of the Iron Mountain!"
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