On the eve of the decisive battle

The prepared change of clothes was neatly stacked, and breakfast was a glass of milk and toast. At eight o'clock in the morning, Maki answered Panda's call.

"Got it. I'll be back in a few days." Maki nodded a few times and then hung up the phone.

She used the excuse that something unexpected happened at home and she needed to leave the college for a few days. After asking, Panda believed her without hesitation.

When we returned to the living room, the black-haired man had changed his clothes and started eating. His short black hair was restlessly tangled, giving him a messy and furry look.

Seeing this scene, Maki felt a strange sense of harmony. It was as if the person in front of him had become accustomed to her care, and she was accustomed to making arrangements for him.

After breakfast, the two did not delay. With the guidance of Jade Dog, they stopped in front of a not very conspicuous building.

There are no obvious stores here, and it seems to be just an ordinary residential area. But after walking into the narrow and dark staircase, you can clearly find something different.

The old newspapers and other things stuck on the front looked unusual. And standing on the third floor, there was an obvious old bloody palm print left on it.

The jade dog stopped in front of a closed door on the third floor. Maki observed the expressions of the people around her, then sighed and walked forward to knock on the door resignedly.

It seemed that no one lived there, and no one answered after he knocked politely on the door. Zenin Hui coughed, then patted his sleeves and stood up.

Just before the door was violently broken into, there was a click and it opened from the inside.

Seeing the two people, the owner of the room didn't seem surprised: "Come in."

The light in the room was dim, and there were several computers placed against the wall, connected to a mess of wires. After seeing what was on the screen, Maki finally understood why the owner of the room was not surprised by their arrival.

Because the screen is divided into several small screens, each of them is a surveillance camera near this building.

Kong Shiyu rubbed his forehead and said as if complaining: "I have already moved to a new place, how can I still be found?"

Zenin Hui sat down on a relatively clean seat: "Help me find someone."

After meeting those green eyes, Kong Shiyu considered the possibility of successfully rejecting him, but no matter how he thought about it, there was only one answer.

"What's your name and what does it look like?"

"Kurisuka."

The hands that pounded the keyboard stopped, and occasionally a reliable adult complained, "Only one name?"

The person sitting on the chair did not answer. The room became quiet, with only the sound of rapid typing on the keyboard remaining.

"Ah... I found it." After pinching the bridge of his nose, Kong Shiyu moved the mouse, "She is also in Tokyo now."

Zenin Kei stood up, but he did not walk over as the other two thought. Instead, he felt as if his mission was accomplished and walked slowly to the door.

"Find her and take her back to the high school." Zenin Kei turned around and said this, and only turned the doorknob after making sure that Maki heard it.

There was not much time left, so he had to move faster. Without knowing the enemy's plan, all he could do was to leave enough time for planning.

Spreading its huge wings, the Nue flew up.

As Gojo Satoru was sealed, many conflicts emerged. Not only did the cursers start to find fault, but even the high-ranking officials who had been oppressed by the Six Eyes for many years began to take advantage of him.

Along with the news of Yaga Masamichi's dismissal, there was also an order to execute the curser Zenin Kei.

After Nightmoth was dismissed, he was asked to hand over the method of making the Mutant Curse Corpse. If he refused, it would be considered as betrayal. So he was kept under house arrest in the academy until things turned around.

The pandas were also restricted in their movements.

Those high-ranking officials, those frightened old men, were not in a hurry to unseal Gojo Satoru. While they were jealous of Sukuna, they also wanted to clear out the disobedient pawns.

After Sukuna came into the world, Yuji Itadori also "died".

Three days passed after that. Standing on a high place, Zenin Kei half-closed his eyes and counted down silently in his heart.

Three days was enough for them to find Kurusuka and to start unlocking the prison gate. Although Gojo Satoru was not absolutely necessary for this battle, Shika Ninja could not guarantee the safety of those sorcerers.

〖Including the fingers originally in Yuji's body, Ryomen Sukuna's current strength is not much different from a thousand years ago.〗 Facing the howling wind, 005 analyzed, "Shika-nin, you need companions. Not only Gojo Satoru, but also other sorcerers."〗

〖They are not a burden. Although they cannot fight Ryomen Sukuna, they are definitely not useless.〗

Lu Ren lowered his head, his eyes turned cold: "Don't try to guess what I'm thinking."

005 did not keep silent. After repeated attempts, he seemed to have found the bottom line. As long as he did not cross the bottom line, he would be criticized at most.

〖No matter how powerful a person is, he still needs companions. Just like Gojo Satoru, he did not abandon his friends and colleagues.〗

The view from a high altitude is better, but it is also dangerous and cold. Lu Ren knew this, so he started to sort out the plan from scratch.

I have to admit that what 005 said makes sense.

Seeing that the host was silent, 005 raised his tail with some pride: "If you bow your head once, you will do it again. When you asked Maki to help you keep watch, the plan was broken..."

“Boom.”

With a crisp sound, Chanyuan Hui withdrew his hand, looked at the vivid and unbelievable look of the jade dog, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let's go."

After a period of fermentation, the current situation is very tense. The most important thing is that Sukuna has gained "freedom", and therefore it has become urgent to unblock Gojo Satoru.

If the enemy is Ryomen Sukuna, there is almost no chance of winning except for the strongest Gojo Satoru.

As if they had anticipated the chaos that was about to follow, almost no one was out and about on the streets of Tokyo. But as they got closer to their destination, more and more cursed spirits suddenly appeared behind the houses on the street.

Most of these cursed spirits were of low level, had no self-awareness, and would only attack anyone who approached them indiscriminately. However, because of some invisible threat, they curled up in a fixed area obediently.

Along with the cursed spirits, there were also many cursers. They wandered the streets, looting property. At the same time, they shouted and tried to confront the cursers.

The further they went, the more signs of damage appeared on both sides of the road. With his eyes half-closed, Zenin Hui found the right path through the remaining landmarks.

He should have asked Maki for a map so he wouldn't have wasted time on the road.

The main house of the Zenin family is located in the outer area of ​​Tokyo. The main house covers a large area and is not located in the bustling city center, so if you don't take a car, you need to walk for a long time.

The undeveloped forest was lush and green, even in winter, it was still green. The main house of the Zenin family was located in this wide area after getting off the road.

But before I got close, I could smell the bloody odor brought by the wind.

Two people fell in front of the wide-open door, blood everywhere, their eyes wide open, eyes wide open. When I looked up, I could see cruel scenes everywhere.

Like a one-sided massacre, the Zenin family was bloodbathed overnight.

Most of the people living in the outer area were ordinary people who maintained the operation of the Zen temple. Therefore, they had no power to resist and lay in a pool of blood. And further ahead, although there were traces of resistance, those quasi-first-level magicians died in a more tragic way.

The smell of blood was so strong that it was hard to breathe. The black-haired young man stepped in calmly, but as he went deeper and deeper, he frowned slightly.

Everything in the courtyard was destroyed, and the original two-story wooden building had nearly collapsed. But the person lying in the ruins was gasping for breath.

"Is it... Hui?"

The head of the Zenin family, Zenin Naohito, was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Although he has the strength of a first-class magician, he is also very weak.

A pair of hands twisted at an unnatural angle, the chest cavity sunken in. The pierced and dirty ribs made the pain worse during the labored breathing.

This was torture, as if it was done deliberately just to make his death less easy.

Zenin Hui half-knelt down, and the spilled blood stained a corner of his sleeve: "It's me."

Zenin Naohito's vision had begun to blur. He seemed to have suddenly become devastated. He sighed and said, "I have sent someone to tell you. Although the Zenin family is gone, as long as you are here, we can start over again."

There was some regret in his cloudy eyes, and his intermittent words were no longer clear. But he could faintly hear a "sorry", as if he was apologizing for what happened before.

Zenin Hui didn't know whether the person in front of him was regretting the failure of the Zenin family or regretting that he came too late.

"Maruko."

There was a look of surprise in his eyes that were gradually regaining clarity. As he looked at the quickly healing wound, Zenin Naohito had a complicated expression.

When the accident happened, the Zenin family did not support Zenin Kei, even though his last name was Zenin. So even if Kei did not help, Zenin Naobi could understand.

"Go and notify them to evacuate Tokyo." Zenin Hui withdrew his hand and looked into the distance.

The battle is no longer limited to the Zenin family or this area. In the next battle, the entire Tokyo will become a battlefield.

The man in front of him stood up with his head bowed. His gloomy look was hard to understand. Zenin Naohito stood up and sighed.

Hui is a good child, and for a moment, when Zenin Naohito looked at the emotions in those green eyes, he had the illusion that this child should have been raised by him and that he was an elder worthy of respect.

"Don't die, Kei." Like an elder who would be worried, Zenin Naohito was unable to stop the person in front of him, so he could only give a few words of advice.

But the person walking in front did not answer. He walked deeper into the Zen temple, looking a little lonely as he walked into the shadows.

After walking around a long corridor in the courtyard and seeing a pile of corpses lying all over the place, I finally saw a living person.

The man in the monk's robes stood with his back to the camera, and at his feet was a person with a distorted face but still breathing.

"We meet again." Luosuo turned around and smiled, "How is it? I specially gave you the opportunity to see each other again."

The person he was referring to was Zenin Naohito who was able to stay alive, but this was not out of kindness, but he deliberately wanted to see the reaction of the person in front of him.

However, Zenin Kei did not react in any special way. He just raised his head over the noose and looked at the short flight of stairs behind him.

At the back was a large empty room where many low-level cursed spirits were imprisoned. It was usually used by the monastery to punish people who had made mistakes.

And now, the breath coming out of it is even stronger, it is a mixture of many kinds of curses, making people feel disgusted.

The two of them stood at a certain distance, like strangers but acquainted with each other, occasionally exchanging a few words.

"Have you taken control of the upper echelons as well?"

"Yes, but I didn't kill you all out of kindness." Nose said, turning his head to observe the expression of the person in front of him.

Zenin Hui still had a calm expression: "How long will it take?"

The room filled with the aura of cursed spirits became a special "ritual" venue. A little guess would tell us that Sukuna was completely controlling that body through this ritual.

It is not advisable to interrupt abruptly, as it would be meaningless.

The atmosphere became tense, 005 lowered his tail and asked himself: "What should I do next?"

He couldn't figure out the host's thoughts. For example, now, 005 felt that before Sukuna appeared, it was a good time to resolve the noose.

The chilling breath intensified, and the air became colder. It felt like standing in the middle of a snowy land, and the air I breathed in was filled with tiny shards of ice.

After realizing that the time was almost up, Zenin Kei began to adjust his sleeves. He tightened the cuffs of his long sleeves and tied the cuffs of his wide-legged pants tightly with a wide strip of cloth.

The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the stone slabs was like a signal to start. Nosuo chuckled and took out the low-level curse spirit that stored a lot of curse tools from his sleeve: "Do you want me to return it to you?"

"unnecessary."

The black-haired man patted his sleeves, as if preparing for a marathon, very casually and naturally. Sukuna came out and raised his hand to signal Rimei not to interfere: "Zenin Kei."

Zenin Hui looked up at the scrutinizing eyes and said without any tension or worry: "Although it is a bit troublesome, this is Yuji's body."

"Hahaha." Sukuna laughed. He opened his arms and stretched out two other hands from under his wide sleeves. "You don't think that stupid guy can come back, do you?"

Ryomen Sukuna was the King of Curses with two faces and four hands thousands of years ago, and the curse in front of him undoubtedly matched the description in the legend.

A muscular body, two pairs of hands, one in front and one behind, and a second face hidden by long pink hair.

"Of course not." Zenin Huizhan stretched out his arms and made final preparations.

He wanted to remove the curse before him, regardless of whether Tiger Stick was conscious or not. The curse started with him, and it would end with him.

Sukuna laughed sarcastically as if he had heard something funny: "Zenin Kei, you are very interesting. I will play with you as a token of my gratitude for providing me with this body."

At Sukuna's signal, Ume respectfully withdrew. Sukuna didn't want him to interfere, so he helped clean up those who might disturb Sukuna-sama's interest.

Koso watched with narrowed eyes, because according to the previous agreement, he would not interfere in any of Zenin Kei's fights.

But he began to doubt. Given Zenin Kei's character, would he really fight a battle that he had no chance of winning?

The battle between the Ten Shadows and the Lord of Curses is very interesting.