Jujutsu Kaisen: Nozomi no Sora

The train sped through the night, its steel wheels grinding against the seams of the tracks with a rhythmic, muffled rumble.

Lu Suo stood on the roof of the carriage, the wind blowing his robes tightly against his body. He took out a real human flesh ball from the bundle behind him, and with a surge of magical power in his palm, he held the flesh ball up in front of him.

The mass of flesh suddenly twitched, and two slender legs burst forth from the bottom, clumsily kicking twice before landing firmly on the roof of the car. Immediately afterward, two arms tore out from the sides, their ten fingers clenching loosely in the air, as if adjusting to their newly acquired limbs.

The two hands slowly came together, forming a hand seal.

"Transformation through non-action".

The mass of flesh began to swell, like clay being kneaded by an invisible hand. Bones and muscles twisted and reassembled in a way that defied common sense. The outline of a human gradually became clear under the moonlight, and that smiling face with stitches reappeared before Lu Suo Mian.

The man stood naked in the night breeze, stretched his neck, and let out a comfortable sigh.

He looked up at Lu Suo and gave him an innocent smile.

"I'm a little...embarrassed! Could I borrow some clothes to wear?"

Lu Su covered her mouth and smiled.

"No way!"

Inside the train carriage.

A strange sensation, like static electricity, crept across the back of Nanami Kento's neck, causing his fingers to tremble slightly.

He stood up, silently tore off his tie, and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

"Anyway, I'll go upstairs and take a look first."

Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair and waved his hand.

"Okay, hurry back. If you can't handle it, remember to call me."

Once Nanami's footsteps faded into the distance, Gojo Satoru stretched and nudged Ijichi, who was dozing off in his seat next to him, with his toe.

"Hey, Ijichi, wake up, the enemy is here."

Ijichi opened her eyes in confusion, her mouth slightly open, but she hadn't made a sound yet.

He was jolted awake when the word "enemy" actually entered his ears, and in his panic he almost slipped off his seat.

"The enemy...the enemy? Are they here?!"

"It's so noisy, Ijichi." Gojo Satoru's eyes turned cold. "Contact the high school and arrange the evacuation for the next station immediately. Save as many ordinary lives as you can, and then—get away from this car."

The voice just fell.

call out--

A crimson arrow of blood pierced the air, aiming straight for Gojo Satoru's forehead.

The blood spurt stopped abruptly an inch from his skin, as if it had hit an invisible wall, spinning rapidly but unable to advance any further.

However, the kinetic energy of the blood arrow was not completely dissipated.

The arrow of blood veered off course, grazing Gojo Satoru's face as it flew backward, piercing the heads of several sleeping passengers along its path. Blood and brain matter spurted out instantly, the warm liquid splashing onto the faces of neighboring passengers.

"ah--!!"

The screams shattered the tranquility of the carriage.

Those splattered with blood looked down at the sticky blood on their bodies, their pupils dilated, and they screamed hysterically. Panic spread like a plague through the crowded carriages, as people pushed and trampled each other as they surged toward the doors at both ends.

Ijichi crouched down, clutching his head. The blood arrow had barely grazed his scalp, leaving a charred hole in the back of the chair.

"Forget it, let's find a place to hide first." Gojo Satoru patted Iji Tomo on the shoulder and slowly stood up.

He stood straight in the chaotic crowd, his gaze passing over the distorted and terrified faces, landing on an incongruous figure in the middle of the carriage.

He was a man with his hair tied in two buns, pale-faced, with a blank and indifferent look in his eyes. He seemed listless, like an empty shell.

"That guy... is he human or a cursed spirit?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head, wondering to himself, "Is he still half asleep?"

In the crowded train carriage, in order to protect the lives of ordinary people, Gojo Satoru could not go too far in his actions. He could not use the wide-range techniques "Azure" and "Hell", nor could he use the teleportation using "Azure", let alone directly deploy his domain!

Therefore, as long as a relatively balanced distance is maintained, and interference through bloodletting is used, enough time can be delayed.

His hands clasped together instantly, and the blood clot began to compress rapidly in his palms.

"A hundredfold reward!"

"Bleeding through!"

The supersonic arrow of blood pierced through the bodies of several passengers before hurtling towards Gojo Satoru once more. Blood pooled before the utterly impenetrable defenses, emitting a piercing screeching sound. Passengers nearby, witnessing this horrific scene, quickly made way, not daring to stand between the two.

During dilation, the pupil constricts slightly.

Gojo Satoru casually broke off the tray from the seat next to him and threw it at him!

boom!

The plastic tray slammed into Zhang Xiang's head with incredible speed, shattering in two. Zhang Xiang saw stars from the impact, and almost instinctively activated a spell: "Crimson Scales Leap—"

Before he could finish speaking, Gojo Satoru had already appeared in front of him. There were no fancy moves, just a straight punch that landed squarely on Sho's swollen abdomen.

The blood-covered armor shattered instantly, the fist piercing through the defenses and sinking into flesh. Zhang Xiang's eyes bulged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body about to fly backward like a rag doll, but in an instant, Gojo Satoru grabbed him again. With his other hand clenched into a fist, he struck repeatedly until Zhang Xiang coughed up blood, then with a punch imbued with the character "Azure," he blasted him away.

"Big brother!"

A mournful shout came from the carriage behind.

Gojo Satoru turned his head to look.

A bluish-green, four-limbed mass of flesh emerged from behind the seat. The small face embedded in the mass's forehead was dripping with blood and tears, while its large mouth below was opening and closing.

Zhang Xiang struggled to prop himself up, his bloodied and mangled face filled with horror.

"Blood smeared? What are you doing out here?!"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, finding it somewhat amusing.

"Big brother? Is this guy a relative of yours?"

He quickly remembered.

"Oh... you are the Nine Phases of Cursed Embryos in flesh, somewhere between humans and cursed spirits—disgusting creatures."

"The Crimson Scales Leap Forward!"

With a roar of fury, the scabs on his nose cracked open, revealing several distinctive blood-red marks on his face. He forcefully boosted his physical abilities and charged towards Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru dodged the straight punch by sidestepping, grabbed Zhang Xiang's wrist with his backhand, and delivered a knee strike to Zhang Xiang's chest.

Click.

The crisp sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Without domain expansion or targeted countermeasures, neither blood manipulation nor close combat are of any significance in the face of an inviolable domain with "no limits."

Gojo Satoru frowned.

"Do we have a grudge? Aren't you a little... too resilient?"

In a corner of another carriage, Huai Xiang leaned against the cold metal, not daring to utter a sound.

He witnessed firsthand that one-sided crushing defeat. The man known as the strongest, just by standing there, turned their proud leader into a punching bag.

"What a joke..." Bad Look's teeth chattered, cold sweat trickling down his forehead and nose. "That Gojo Satoru... even Big Brother isn't a match for him. And that Bloodstained guy... why did he suddenly rush out like that?!"

He looked down at his still trembling hands, then at the rapidly receding night view outside the window.

"Even if I go out now, I'll still get killed, I definitely will! I suspected those guys from the start, why did I have to get involved with those cursed spirits? I've only been in this body for a short time, I haven't even had a decent meal yet!"

The image of the day he was born suddenly flashed through his mind.

The magistrate stood before them, his expression serious, his voice low:

"From now on, let's follow the Cursed Spirits! A future dominated by the Cursed Spirits is more advantageous for us."

Listen carefully, brothers—Bad Guy lives for Bloodstained, Bloodstained lives for me, I live for Bad Guy, we are one trinity!

He peeked out with one eye, watching the bloated figure who had been knocked to the ground by Gojo Satoru once again, watching the bloodied face that was still trying to get up, watching the blood-covered figure trembling with fear but refusing to leave.

"...Damn it."

He rushed out suddenly.

"The Ultimate Demon - 'Winged King'!"

A pair of enormous wings formed from condensed blood stretched out from behind the evil figure. The blood, symbolizing decay, instantly corroded the flesh of ordinary people around it upon contact.

Screams echoed throughout the carriage.

The bloated man, who was too weak to stand up any longer, struggled to wave his hand at the roaring villain with his face almost smashed.

"Let's go... let's go..."

Gojo Satoru stared expressionlessly at the muscular man running towards him, who was almost shirtless.

Suddenly, the evil spirit flapped its blood-red wings, grabbed the unconscious passengers on both sides of the carriage, and hurled them fiercely at Gojo Satoru.

Those ordinary people came to a steady stop in the air under Gojo Satoru's unlimited deceleration, and then landed on the ground.

"Now!" Bad Look assumed an attack stance, but then shouted to Bloodstain beside him, "Bloodstain, take your brother and run!"

The moment it received the command, the blue mass of flesh swiftly picked up the bloated figure from the ground and dashed off the train.

Meanwhile, the villain, who had already prepared his stance, took advantage of the moment when Gojo Satoru was distracted and shot out through the broken window!

"Trying to escape?"

Grinning, Gojo Satoru's expression turned crazed. His thumb pressed against his forefinger, and crimson light rapidly gathered at his fingertip. He aimed at the three figures fleeing into the night, his magical power surging to its peak—

"Spell Reversal—'Hah!'"

A crimson beam of light pierced the night sky, triggering a violent explosion in the distant mountains and forests.

Gojo Satoru put his hand down and looked out the window.

"Because of the train's speed... was it a misjudgment...? Oh well, never mind those guys."

He put his hands back in his pockets and walked casually towards the train's driver's cab.

Excuse me, could you please let me through?

Outside the train, in the overgrown weeds that had been left three kilometers behind.

The three who had escaped supported each other, the lingering fear making the air seem to freeze.

The villain glanced at his elder brother beside him, pondered for a long time, and finally said in a slightly trembling voice:

"Big brother... maybe we shouldn't side with the cursed spirits..."

He looked up at the train speeding through the night in the distance, his pupils still tinged with fear.

"Although integrating into human society might be difficult, think about it... humans are the ones who gave us our physical bodies, right?"