A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 95 A Different Ending - Part 1 (10/10)

Faced with Sukuna's insane shouts that never stopped even after being cut in half, Yuujin Itadori remained silent, only using "Blood Piercing" repeatedly.

Amidst the trembling hum of the "Demon-Slaying Chef" on the verge of collapse, the crimson high-pressure bloodline, like a precise industrial laser, further fragmented and disintegrated Sukunana's already halved body into even smaller, irregular pieces.

As Yujin watched the mental landscape gradually collapse and its edges begin to blur, his tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

"Mom's right, we'll win!"

He didn't even glance back at the pile of fragments gradually sinking into the blood; his consciousness was already preparing to detach, getting ready to swallow the next finger.

Just then, countless fragmented images, sounds, and emotions, like a torrent bursting its banks, rushed into Hisahito's mind without warning.

In the heat of battle, it is a rare occurrence for sorcerers to sometimes find themselves mentally connected with their opponents.

This phenomenon is a side effect of the curse power originating from human emotions.

At the moment when Sukuna's fragment of soul was completely destroyed, Hisahito Itadori, as another mind temporarily residing within the "Sukuna Mind Image," passively "observed" a portion of his remnant memories sealed for a thousand years.

Ryomen Sukuna's life was consumed by revenge.

He ate his twin brother in his mother's womb and was born into the world as an unusual and feared child.

Abandoned by his parents and forced to wander from place to place, he grew up seeking revenge against those who despised and abused him. He knew no other way to live, and this was his way of survival.

In the chaotic Heian period, killing and being killed were commonplace among sorcerers. Even Abe no Seimei was not immune to this, leaving behind many anecdotes of magical duels.

There are quite a few people who trample on others for their own ideals, and Su Nuo is just one of them.

"From this day forward, you will no longer be able to experience even a fraction of the joys of this world."

An old monk once cursed him in this way before he died.

"Then it can't be cured."

He didn't feel sorry for it.

Perhaps because they are unrepentant, everything that wanderers pursue is just a fleeting dream.

He had the opportunity to choose a different way of life.

There were two such opportunities: one was the encounter with Rime, and the other was the acquaintance with Wan, who came uninvited.

Both the man and the woman loved him from the bottom of their hearts.

But he couldn't help but utter the curses that were stirring within him.

Because he had offended too many people and killed too many people, he was already burdened with karmic debts.

If he were to have children and live a happy life, he feared that one day, due to his laziness, he would be cursed and burned away.

After experiencing it firsthand, Hisahito finally realized clearly:

Despite his ruthless killing and arrogance, Su Nuo is essentially nothing more than a spoiled brat with extremely distorted values ​​who has never received proper guidance or education.

Anyone who makes him feel "bullied" or offended will be destroyed in the most extreme way.

This mentality is both fragile and paranoid, even carrying a kind of primitive and ignorant superstition, relying entirely on absolute power to cover up inner panic and emptiness.

The suffering of the living is due to their finite nature.

The suffering of the elderly is inevitable.

The suffering of the sick is the suffering that comes when death is near.

The suffering of the dead lies in the pain of annihilation.

The suffering of being with those you hate is difficult to avoid.

The pain of separation from loved ones is a consequence of impermanence.

The suffering of not getting what you want stems from clinging to false desires.

The suffering caused by the intense burning of the five aggregates is the suffering of self-imposed bondage.

Those beings are confined by their physical forms, like prisoners in a cage, suffering the eight kinds of torment.

It wasn't me who ruined you, it was this chaotic world that ruined you!

I eat people and kill people, all to help you escape from this turbid and evil world!

God, please give me some entertainment before I die.

An absolute powerhouse, the loneliness that comes with it, teaches him to love—

At that moment, the two Sukuna, residing in the remaining nineteen fingers, suddenly saw memories that did not exist.

At the Nijinsai festival, little Sukuna, along with his brothers and his childhood friends, had a snowball fight.

As the New Year's bells rang, they ran, laughed, and joked together, heading towards the most important event, an event they couldn't miss. Even if their bangs were flying up and their wounds from being hit by snowballs hadn't healed yet, they still watched the fireworks display together!

Memories of fireworks flashed through Su Nuo's mind like shooting stars.

I'm tired of being like this.

Being used by others, then using others in return, and hurting others.

Perhaps I grew tired of it a long, long time ago, but I didn't admit it, which is why I've become like this today.

But, brat, I will never accept your pity!

My life doesn't need anyone's affirmation or denial!

The moment Hisahito Itadori swallowed the second finger, Sukuna, who refused to believe in evil, took the initiative to get up from the skeletal throne and transformed into a two-faced, four-armed form.

Yujin immediately bowed and said, "I'm sorry, Sukuna, my initial accusations were a bit too harsh."

I just saw your memories without your permission. You have indeed experienced a lot of unfair treatment and countless malicious attacks when you were down.

You've really had a tough time —

If you'd like, please let me say a few more words.

"Kid, what trick are you playing now?"

Su Nuo stretched out his four arms, palms facing upwards, and a cluster of deep red to black flames emerged from the void, condensing and elongating in his hands, transforming into a ferocious arrow made of blazing flames—"Zao".

However, a surge of emotion he hadn't felt in a thousand years kept rising within him, preventing him from immediately firing the arrow. Instead, he listened patiently.

This wonderful feeling—

Are you the reincarnation of my brother?

Or perhaps, one of those little rice balls I impulsively let go back then ended up having a baby?

Although reason tells Sukuna that he should immediately launch "Stove|" to kill the brat, he might feel a subtle regret if he didn't hear these words.

Seeing that Sukuna did indeed adopt a slightly surprised but also "listening attentively" attitude, Yujin began to ramble on a bit: "My grandfather just passed away the day before yesterday, and he passed away peacefully."

His illness started with lung cancer, but he refused aggressive treatments with severe side effects in the very early stages.

I am physically strong, so if it were me, I would probably refuse that kind of treatment as well.

I don't have any deep feelings about things like euthanasia that I occasionally hear about; I always feel that they are somewhat irrelevant to me.

If it were me, I could have endured it, but Grandpa must have been in a lot of pain at the time.

At first, in the countryside of Sendai, I didn't see much malice from people. I just felt that everyone was nice and there was nothing particularly worrying about.

But after entering Tokyo University of Jujutsu, I witnessed a lot of cruelty.

The thought that this would continue as long as I lived—I began to understand the choices made by people like my grandfather, facing an inescapable reality.

"Can you stop with the preamble and just get to the point?" Su Nuo's fingers twitched impatiently as she drew her bow, her voice filled with disgust. "You're so long-winded, it's nauseating. What exactly do you want to say?"

Just then.

"The Spell of the Straw Spirit - Resonance!"

Inside Su Nuo's chest and abdomen, several more jet-black spikes made of pure incantation burst open once again!

Even though this was the second time he had been attacked like this, the excruciating pain that went straight to his soul still made his vision go black for a moment, his consciousness briefly dissipated, and the red lotus arrow he had gathered in his hand also exploded out of control.

However, Hisahito Itadori did not take advantage of the chaos.

He simply stood quietly in place, waiting for Su Nuo to use the reversal technique to heal his injuries and regain consciousness, and then continued to speak: "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at reasoning, and there's a lot more I want to say, but I really can't summarize it."

If you're worried, I can step back a little further.

"—Kid, are you underestimating me?" Sukuna spat out a mouthful of blood, his four eyes fixed on Yuujin. "Just stand there and don't move. Go ahead and say what you want."

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