Jujutsu Kaisen: Nozomi no Sora

The unquestionable command reached everyone's ears, and the surviving passengers, as if waking from a nightmare, screamed and fled towards the carriage ahead, desperately trying to get away from the carriage that had been cut to pieces.

The man stood up, and his severed arms, under the influence of "non-action transformation," rapidly writhed and were restored to their original state in the blink of an eye. He looked at the fleeing ordinary people, his smile widening.

"Even before you were killed, you didn't forget to save those ordinary people? Thank you! I'll make good use of their souls!"

Qi Haijian adjusted his goggles.

Blood had soaked his back, but his posture remained upright.

"Too bad, I won't let you succeed."

The smile on the real person's face suddenly froze.

Because he saw Nanami raise her blunt sword.

The goal is not yourself.

Instead, it's the entire rear carriage beneath your feet.

The "Ten-Stroke Spell" is activated.

Treating the entire carriage as a complete line segment, a weakness was forcibly created at the three-seven point. The next instant, the blunt blade struck heavily, and magical power erupted along the steel frame, causing the entire carriage to emit a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

boom!

The connection point was forcibly severed.

With a piercing metallic creak, the rear carriage detached from the train and slid rapidly backward. The man's expression changed drastically; his limbs instantly lengthened, transforming into several twisted, fleshy ropes, attempting to grab onto the train ahead before the carriages moved away.

But Nanami had already leaped out the moment he swung his sword.

His body was briefly suspended between the two carriages, a gust of wind tearing at him from below. The instant he looked up, Nanami's leather shoe had already stomped heavily on his chest.

"Huh?"

boom!

The real man was kicked hard off the train, tumbling and falling into the night. He bounced a few times in the wilderness beside the tracks before being quickly left out of sight by the speeding train.

Using the recoil from that kick, Nanami gripped the top of the carriage in front of her tightly.

After this series of fierce battles, Nanami was almost exhausted. His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and the wound on his back was also throbbing with sharp pain.

The survivors in the carriage huddled in a corner, staring at him in terror.

"Can someone help me out?"

No one moved.

Those people were still not recovered from their fear, and just trembled as they shrank back.

Nanami sighed helplessly.

He gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to throw his body back into the carriage.

The moment he landed, his knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed, only able to support himself with his blunt knife. Sweat streamed down his forehead, and his once impeccable clothes were now a gruesome mess of blood and filth.

But thankfully... we landed safely.

However, he didn't have much time to rest.

Nanami Kento lowered his head and caught his breath for a few seconds, then gripped the blunt knife tightly again and walked towards the front of the train once more.

the other side.

When Gojo Satoru pushed open the driver's side door, he was greeted by a scene of blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The driver was dead and his original appearance was unrecognizable.

Blood splattered all over the control panel, a severed arm hung down beside the seat, and large patches of still-wet red blood covered the windshield. As for the cursed spirit that had devoured the driver, it was nowhere to be found.

Gojo Satoru's expression turned cold.

He walked to the center console, picked up the communicator, only to find that the wiring underneath had been cut. Not only the communicator, but all the devices in the driver's cab that could communicate with the outside world had been completely destroyed.

"You've destroyed all the wireless communication facilities; do you want this train to 'disappear' from the map?"

He casually put down the communicator.

This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment attack, but a pre-planned scheme. They used a dense crowd of ordinary people to restrict his magic, cut off external communication, and then trapped him on a speeding train. Gojo Satoru recalled Genichi's warning to him before the exchange school meeting, and his eyes turned slightly cold.

"So they really came for me."

Just as he turned to leave the driver's seat, the windshield suddenly shattered. A short, stout old man with thick eyebrows leaped into the car, his sharp blade aimed straight for Gojo Satoru's nape.

Five things made him realize and turn back.

In just a moment of turning around, the unleashed, limitless spell violently shoved the attacker out of the cockpit.

boom!

The old man's body shattered the remaining glass and was sent flying far away by the speeding train engine. The next second, a faint thud, almost drowned out by the roar, came from under the wheels, as if something had been run over.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head.

"Who is that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bone-chilling cold suddenly came from behind him.

White ice mist instantly spread throughout the cockpit, the moisture in the air was forcibly frozen by the curse, and sharp ice crystals closed in from all directions, sealing Gojo Satoru inside in the blink of an eye.

"Ice Condensation Spell - 'Frostnagi'!"

Rime stood at the entrance of the carriage, a hint of coldness on her pale face.

"Since conventional methods can't break your shamelessness, let's just seal you and your techniques together."

The thick layer of ice sealed off the cab, and the cold air continued to spread to the surroundings.

next second.

Click.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the ice.

Immediately afterwards, the entire ice crystal shattered with a crash. Gojo Satoru walked out unharmed, even glancing down at the ice shards on his shoulder with undisguised disgust on his face.

"That's true, but your technique is far too weak!"

Rime's expression instantly turned ugly. For someone with such a strong sense of pride, those words were more unbearable than any injury. He gritted his teeth, about to activate the spell again, when Gojo Satoru appeared before him.

One punch.

There were no superfluous movements, nor any elaborate techniques.

Rime's body arched violently, blood spurting from his mouth as he flew backward, slamming hard against the carriage wall. That single blow nearly robbed him of the strength to continue fighting.

Gojo Satoru approached step by step, his eyes devoid of any smile.

"Who is behind this?"

Just then, a cursed spirit resembling an octopus suddenly emerged from the exit of the carriage ahead. The spirit spread its red tentacles, and the water conjured by its cursed power instantly enveloped Rime's body. With a powerful inhale, the water, along with Rime, was swallowed into its belly.

Then, Tuogen turned around and fled to the rear carriage.

The movements weren't fast, and even seemed a bit clumsy.

Gojo Satoru's lips curled up slightly.

Of course, he wouldn't allow the other party to leave like that.

However, the moment he stepped into the next carriage, he suddenly stopped.

In a corner of the carriage, someone was sitting there leisurely.

A dark blue monk's robe, five stripes of kasaya, and that familiar, almost glaring fringe on his forehead.

The soul that should have been dead was now looking at him with that face, smiling as it spoke.

"Long time no see, Go."

Gojo Satoru's expression froze for a moment.

The next second, all the stillness was replaced by rage.

The rampant, boundless magical power spread out in an extremely brutal manner, forcibly pushing all the passengers in the carriage to a corner away from him. Seats twisted, windows shattered, and the air seemed to be crushed by immense pressure, emitting a piercing shriek.

Gojo took a step forward and threw a punch at Ryosaku's face.

Lu Suo's smile finally froze.

He dodged the attack to the side, but Gojo Satoru's fist blasted a huge hole in the train's exterior behind him. The night wind rushed in through the breach, making his robes flutter loudly.

"You went all out the moment you met, Wu," Lu Suo said with a wry smile. "Aren't we best friends?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

"Shut up."

He took a step forward.

"Having taken over Jay's body, you still dare to swagger in front of me like this? Do you have any last words to say?"

His deep blue eyes were fixed on the suture line on Lu Suo's forehead.

"You, buddy, your name is—Lu Suo, right?"

Lu Suo's pupils contracted slightly, and cold sweat involuntarily beaded on his forehead. The smile on Xia Youjie's face froze completely in that instant.

How did you know?

Looking at his expression, Gojo Satoru suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Ha, judging from your expression, it seems that everything Xuan Yi said is true."

His magical power surged once again.

The carriage groaned under the oppressive atmosphere.

"Have you finished saying your last words?"