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!"

Ultimately, Gojo Satoru and the others missed the Shinkansen and transferred to a local train.

in the 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 against the utterly relentless defenses, emitting a piercing, screeching sound.

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

During dilation, the pupil constricts slightly.

boom!

The plastic tray slammed into the bloated man's head with incredible speed, shattering in two.

Swelling Xiang's vision blurred from the impact, and he almost instinctively activated the 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, corroded the flesh of ordinary people the moment it came into contact with them.

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 Big 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?

When the driver's side door was opened, a scene of blood and flesh splattered everywhere came into view.

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?

Gojo Satoru looked at his expression and sneered.

"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?"