Jujutsu Kaisen: Shadow King

"I don't like working overtime, so let's finish it quickly!"

No more words.

Nanami Kento approached the real person quickly and cut the Gordian knot!

The real person also wrapped his hands with dark purple and black curse power, and used beating techniques to fight the enemy, dodging Nanami Kento's blade like a loach.

'It looks like it, very much like it.'

'The spokesperson of the word frivolous.'

Looking at the frivolous smile on the face of the real person, the figure of Gojo Satoru flashed in Nanami Kento's mind.

'Hidden behind is a bottomless and powerful strength.'

Nanami Kento's thoughts flashed.

One person and one curse spirit had already hit the puddle from the aisle.

The real person jumped, slightly distanced, and then punched out.

But Nanami Kento dodged it sideways, followed by a kick, and kicked it directly in the face and flew out.

Bang!

The real person blocked with both hands.

He braked for more than ten meters before he could barely stop falling.

Seize the opportunity.

Nanami Kento concentrated his mind, and the scale line divided by 3:7 was reflected in his eyes, and it quickly spread to his whole body.

Then.

He jumped high into the air.

His body spun at high speed like a gyroscope.

The next moment.

Nanami Kento's short sword with the spell carried unparalleled spell power and powerful kinetic energy and slashed out with a knife.

The real man used the same trick again.

He blocked it perfectly with both hands.

"Mu Da Da~" (It's useless~)

"Haven't we verified it just now?"

"Your blunt sword can't break my defense at all."

Said.

A smug smile appeared on the real man's face.

"So Lie Wadu Kana." (That's hard to say.)

Nanami Kento looked normal, and his sword swinging movement didn't pause at all, as if he was slashing a fragile piece of thin paper.

Tear——

"What?"

In the surprised eyes of the real person.

His hands were broken at the wrists.

This is not over yet.

The short sword of the talisman continued to move forward.

It seemed to cut the whole cursed spirit of the real person in two!

Seeing this.

The smile on the real person's face was restrained.

He quickly jumped back to get out of the attack range of Nanami Kento.

"Strange~"

"I clearly caught it with the cursed power?"

As he spoke.

The damaged part of the real person's wrist was restored in an instant.

"Is it this kind of spell?"

"'This kind'?"

The recovery ability shown by the real person and the unknown hidden spell made Nanami Kento never relax his vigilance. He pointed his sword at the real person:

"I hate abstract questions thrown directly at the other party."

"Great~"

The real person smiled and said, "You don't hate chatting."

"It depends on the person."

Nanami Kento did not comment, and at the same time thought: 'The cursed spirits that can communicate like this are the two unregistered 'special grade' cursed spirits mentioned in the report of Zenin senior. '

'It is difficult to think that there is no connection between the two, and there is an essential difference from the 'special grade' cursed spirits in the usual sense. '

'In other words, this is a super-level existence that only Zenin, Gojo, and Geto seniors can fight against. '

'Now my best choice should be to call Haibara directly, then escape and seek help from Geto senior. '

'But...'

'But! ’

“I say, which one comes first, the soul or the body?” Zhenren suddenly asked, “Isn’t there a question like this, which comes first, the chicken or the egg?”

“Is the soul in the body?”

“Or is the soul wrapped in the body?”

“The former.”

Nanami Kento said without hesitation.

Even as a very unscientific existence such as a sorcerer, he is still determined to follow the path of materialism.

“No.”

“The answer is the latter.”

“At any time, the soul comes before the body, and the shape of the body will be affected by the shape of the soul.”

Said.

Zhenren showed Nanami Kento his restored wrist.

At the same time.

He also took out a dozen ghost-faced dried meat from his arms.

“This is not healing, but just firmly maintaining the shape of your soul. You should understand, right?”

“The technique is open...”

“Is this your technique? Manipulating the soul.” Nanami Kento guessed.

"Sooyo~"

The real person smiled happily: "It's easy to chat with smart people."

"My technique is to touch the soul and change its shape - 'Transformation without Action'."

The voice fell.

The ghost-faced meat in the real person's hand quickly expanded into a deformed monster.

"It's not that simple for me to store humans~"

"Once the shape of the soul of an ordinary person changes, he will die soon. What about the sorcerer?" The real person stared at Nanami Kento with an aggressive look.

The dozen or so "aliens" around him were ready to move.

Tick!Tick-tick!

Tick-tick!

The second hand keeps turning.

At a certain moment.

The hour hand turns.

"Exactly 18 o'clock."

Nanami Kento looked at the mechanical watch on his left wrist: "I have worked all day today. No matter what, I must get off work before 18 o'clock."

"Anything that prevents me from getting off work normally must be eliminated!"

He completely untied the leopard print tie and threw it aside, with fire burning in Nanami Kento's eyes!

...

On the street.

Yoshino Junpei walked alone.

There were three little tails following him.

"How can this be? Not going to school..."

Suddenly.

The figure of a fat and big-eared middle-aged uncle who looked like Zhu Bajie came into Yoshino Junpei's sight.

It was the cowardly teacher who happened to pass by when he was bullied but turned a blind eye to him. He squatted at the place where Yoshino Junpei had to go home.

"Sotomura... Teacher."

Yoshino Junpei reluctantly half-bowed, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

"Have you heard?"

"Sayama, Nishimura, Honda, and a social youth who often hangs out with them all died unexpectedly."

Due to the hot weather.

Sotomura held a silk scarf in his hand.

He kept wiping the greasy sweat stains on his face.

"You have a good relationship with them, right?"

"!!"

As soon as Sotomura said this.

Yoshino Junpei's pupils shrank sharply.

His originally indifferent feelings towards Sotomura were instantly replaced by complaints and resentment!

However.

Sotomura's verbal attack on Yoshino Junpei was not over yet.

"You have no friends, they often come to play with you, don't they?"

"But you didn't even go to the funeral..."