Jujutsu Kaisen: I have everything I need now!

"Boom!"

The heavy impact reverberated deafeningly inside the closed station.

On December 1st, he felt like he'd been run over by a truck tire. A bone spur pierced his shoulder, and a huge fist smashed his ribs.

But he remained standing.

Having learned of the Dog Talisman's use last time, December 1st was well aware of his weakness. Therefore, before heading to Shibuya this time, he took advantage of the Horse Talisman's duration to have the experts place a restraint on his brain to protect it and ensure his normal actions.

Within his mind, the talisman engraved with a spirit dog pattern was spinning wildly. The dark golden light emitted by the talisman flowed through his blood vessels throughout his body, forcibly reconnecting his battered form.

"Get out of here!"

December 1st let out a low roar. He swung his katana with his right hand, forcefully carving a bloody path through the narrow encirclement. With each swing, copious amounts of blood gushed from his own wounds, but he paid no heed.

......

Meanwhile, on the B5 floor of Shibuya Station.

Wudō arrived as scheduled.

Even through several floors and the interference of dense curse energy, Gojo Satoru still managed to detect the peculiar aura above.

"Oh? That kid..." Gojo Satoru's lips curled slightly upward through his blindfold. "He's really going all out."

He turned his head and looked at Louhu, Huayu, and Zhenren who were blocking his way.

"Since the students are all working hard, I'll show some sincerity too."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, his fingertips slightly bent. In that instant, the air on B5 seemed to be sucked out, and the intense pressure made the three special-grade cursed spirits opposite him feel extremely pressure at the same time.

......

On the B1 level of Shibuya Station, the battle has reached its climax.

The hoodie on the first day of December had turned completely dark red. The ground beneath his feet was covered in blood, the black blood of the cyborgs, but mostly his own red blood.

Haruta Shigemitsu hid behind a group of cyborgs, his facial tattoos completely gone. He had never fought such a frustrating battle. His opponents didn't defend at all, and every time they exchanged injuries, he had to use up his precious miracles to stay alive.

"Ha...ha..." December 1st leaned on his knife, panting heavily.

Although you won't die, the pain and physical exhaustion are real.

Kokichi's voice came through the communicator provided by the machine gun; although it crackled with static, it carried an unprecedented gravity:

"In December, Gojo-sensei already clashed with Louhu and the others in B5. Rōsō should be hiding in the shadows, and Gokumonjō could appear at any moment."

December wiped the blood that had flowed into his eyes, his dark golden pupils locking onto Shigemitsu Haruta, who was preparing to escape.

"I'll take care of it right away."

He slowly straightened his spine. The broken ribs made a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

"You've used up your 'miracle,' haven't you?" December's voice was hoarse; at this moment, he resembled more of a deformed cursed spirit.

"Die! Die! Die!" Haruta Shigemitsu went into a hysterical frenzy, swinging his longsword in a final, desperate struggle.

However, December 1st didn't even dodge. He let the longsword pierce his shoulder again, and his left hand naturally grabbed Shigemitsu Haruta's wrist.

"Got you?"

A chilling killing intent erupted from his dark golden pupils. December New Year held the katana upside down in his right hand, employing no elaborate techniques, relying solely on the weight of the cursed tool to slash fiercely across Shigemitsu Haruta's neck.

"Pfft!"

Blood gushed forth. The terrified face of Haruta Shigemi spun in his vision; he could never understand, even in death, why such a monster existed in a world where cursed power determined everything.

[Upon re-examining Haruta, his death is confirmed.]

On the first day of the twelfth month, leaning on his katana, he was panting heavily. His consciousness was somewhat blurred by the intense pain, but the dog talisman spinning in his mind was still maintaining his physiological functions.

"Saku, can you hear me?" Kokichi's voice came through the communicator. "The battle on B5 has reached a fever pitch. Although Gojo-sensei has the upper hand, a lot of ordinary people and cyborgs have suddenly appeared, and these people are having a serious impact on him."

December 1st knew that this was the method used by the Cursed Spirits to restrict Gojo Satoru, but due to the existence of that special "tent" on the fifth floor, others could not directly provide support. Even if they could, it would most likely only increase the burden on Gojo Satoru.

"I already told him beforehand that Lu Suo would be impersonating Xia Youjie, and there's not much more I can do to help him. Let fate decide."

December wiped away the bloodstains obscuring her view and looked towards the entrance leading underground. "How is Mr. Nanami doing?"

"He encountered a large-scale attack by cyborgs on level B2, hindering the evacuation of civilians." Mechanical Maru quickly reported the coordinates, "The nearest support point is in the direction of the escalator on the southwest side."

"I'll go help him." December 1st straightened up again.

His body is now tattered and torn, resembling a Gundam, pieced together from fragments of flesh and blood. Strangely, these pieces of flesh are connected to form a human body.

On the first day of December, he casually picked up his coat from the ground, tied it around his waist, and, against the surging storm of cursed power, dragged his katana and walked step by step into the deeper part of the world.

......

Shibuya Station, B5 level, Fukutoshin Line platform.

Having learned of the Cursed Spirits' plan in advance, all the cyborgs were dealt with by Gojo Satoru before they even appeared.

At this moment, the air here had become viscous due to the collision of high-density cursed power. Gojo Satoru's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the siege of Louhu and Hanamichi, each step accompanied by a tremor in the void.

Although the surrounding area was filled with a dense crowd of ordinary people, this did not slow down the strongest speed.

"Seriously, even though I was mentally prepared, seeing it with my own eyes is still really unpleasant." Gojo Satoru casually punched a low-level cursed spirit that was trying to get close.

He accelerated abruptly, his body covering tens of meters in a fraction of a second, his five fingers gripping Hua Yu's head tightly. In that instant, immense pressure shattered Hua Yu's protective aura, and her screams echoed across the platform.

"Boom!"

Hanami's massive body was slammed into the wall. Gojo Satoru gave it no chance to breathe, gathering his cursed power at his fingertips, preparing to exorcise the cursed spirit before him.

However, just as he was about to finish off Hana Yu, a sudden change occurred.

Countless eerie red runes suddenly lit up in the shadows surrounding the platform. The ordinary people who were originally scattered around began to swell violently, and a surge of cursed power exploded from their bodies.

"This is... a physical body?" Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, his figure instantly teleporting into mid-air.

These were not ordinary cyborgs, but rather the test subjects of Rōsō, who forcibly infused the remnants of an ancient sorcerer into ordinary human bodies. These bodies collectively self-destructed at that moment, and although the resulting cursed energy wave could not harm Gojō Satoru, it obscured the six eyes' perception for a fraction of a second.

Just as the mist of cursed power rose, a familiar yet unfamiliar aura appeared behind Gojo Satoru.

"Wu, it's been a long time."

The voice was like a needle, precisely piercing through all of Gojo Satoru's defenses. Even though he already knew from December that Ryosaku was wearing Natsume's skin, when that familiar body and that unique magical energy fluctuation truly appeared before him, memories of his youth still surged into his heart like a tide.

"Prison gates, open."

A bizarre cube covered in eyeballs appeared at Gojo Satoru's feet.

Even the strongest can't escape memories.

Lu Suo, disguised as Xia Youjie, wore a nauseating smile.

Gojo Satoru's body was instantly locked in place by countless black, gelatinous tentacles. He tried to mobilize his magical power, but found that his body was like being trapped in a bottomless quagmire.

"Is this your trump card?" Gojo Satoru stared at "Natsuyu Jie" in front of him, his eyes gradually regaining their composure, even carrying a hint of mockery. "Reminiscing here in the skin of a dead man, what a twisted sense of humor."

"Say what you will. As long as I can seal you, any price is worth it." Lu Suo smiled as he watched the prison gates slowly close.