Chapter 40
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Itadori walked through the crowded streets at a steady pace, his fists crushing as many curses as he saw along the way.
But no matter how many he eliminated, they seemed to come from every corner, as if they were infinite.
This frustrated him, but there wasn't much he could do to solve it.
Even if he couldn't save everyone, at least he could do what was within his reach.
"Help me, help me!"
When a curse grabbed a man in an attempt to rip his head off with a bite, Itadori was quick to reach him, kicking the curse's head and exploding it into pieces.
Jumping, he landed on a post, his eyes scanning the crowd.
"Cod roe!"
But as he seemed to think about what to do, he noticed a familiar voice, his head turning to see Inumaki waving at him with a megaphone in hand.
Itadori smiled at this. "Alright, I'll leave this to you, Inumaki!"
Jumping into the crowd, Itadori ran to the station, killing a few curses before finally reaching the stairs of Shibuya station.
"Don't move!"
Itadori heard Inumaki's commanding voice, the hairs on his body standing on end as he remembered something he had thought about the technique.
'If he said something like "testicular torsion," would it work? Damn, that's sinister.'
He laughed nervously, jumping down the entire staircase at once.
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Days earlier, Jujutsu School.
"Tell me, Nanami."
Sitting in the teachers' lounge, Nanami was reading a newspaper unwaveringly, his calm gaze never disappearing from his face, even with Satoru Gojo completely invading his personal space, asking into his ear.
"What do you think of Yuji?"
Nanami didn't react to the question, simply pushing Gojo away with his hand while keeping his attention on the newspaper. "You've asked me this before."
Gojo sat down in a chair and stretched out his legs, completely relaxing.
"As a sorcerer, what do you think of him as a sorcerer?" He rephrased the question.
Nanami stopped reading, his eyes narrowing as he seemed to think seriously.
"As a sorcerer, you say...?" He closed his newspaper, setting it aside as he crossed his arms.
"I can say that he is a sorcerer with potential and mature for his age."
Gojo nodded satisfactorily. "That's it?"
Nanami was silent for a moment, his mind recalling the times he saw the boy training with the other students. "His abilities also stand out, which is great for a sorcerer."
"Ohh!" Gojo seemed really impressed with the compliment, Itadori appeared to be in a good light to Nanami. "Do you think he can surpass you in physical enhancement?"
Nanami blinked at this, his head turning to face the sorcerer with confusion on his face. "Surpass me in enhancement?"
"He already has."
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Present.
The instant Itadori stepped into the deeper zone of the station, he immediately narrowed his eyes when he noticed someone waiting for him.
He saw his hair tied in a strange way and the mark on his face that made him unmistakable.
Choso, that was the name of the one waiting for him.
Unfortunately, considering the anger that surged on his face the instant he saw him, he didn't seem to want to welcome him.
!
Itadori prepared himself the moment Choso clasped his hands together, his eyes widening when a jet of blood flew at him like a bullet.
This startled the young sorcerer, who, not expecting such ease, barely dodged the attack, a cut appearing on his forehead as the attack grazed him.
'It's even faster than those two's attacks.' He noted, his attention turning back to Choso to see him forming a small sphere of blood in his hands. 'I can't let him maintain the distance!'
Itadori exploded forward, reaching Choso the moment the man clasped his hands together once more.
'I won't let you!' Itadori attacked with a punch, his fist hitting Choso's hands and pushing them up, making the jet of blood hit the ceiling.
"Damn." Choso growled, quickly taking a stance and attacking Itadori with a punch, only for the boy to grab his fist and push him back with a well-placed elbow to his chest.
Choso choked on this but didn't seem too shaken as he just looked at Itadori with eyes full of hatred.
'Troublesome.' Itadori sighed, the blood from the cut on his forehead running down his face to his chin. 'I think even if I enhanced my body to the maximum, that piercing blood could still go through my arms.'
'I need to be very careful, the last thing I want is to have my liver pierced, I need to take him to the bathroom as soon as possible.'
"There's something I want to ask you." Dropping his stance, Choso seemed to calm down, which made Itadori raise an eyebrow. "Tell me, my younger brothers, did they leave any last words with you?"
"..."
Itadori looked at Choso seriously, his eyes narrowing as his fists tightened.
Since that fight, he had made an effort not to think about it, but at this point, it was already impossible.
Those two, they should be his brothers, after all, they were children of the same being.
Itadori could have made an effort to try to make them allies, but he was blinded by his goals at that moment and focused only on retrieving Sukuna's finger.
Maybe if he hadn't been selfish, things would have been better, and thinking about it, he could say...
He felt bad about their deaths.
But what was done was done. The past was immutable, it was no use lamenting anymore.
"No... But they fought for each other till the end."
Choso observed that in silence, his features changing, while the mark on his face seemed to follow his mood.
Cursed energy exploded from his body, emitting a hostile pressure that made Itadori prepare himself.
"You bastard, I'll make you pay!" Choso growled, jumping back while forming a sphere of blood.
But even if he backed off, Itadori didn't care, even if it put him at a disadvantage.
Instead, he focused on observing Choso's attack preparation process, his eyes narrowing as he saw the death painter clasping his hands in anticipation of the shot.
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And seeing the blood being shot at him, Itadori opened his eyes in recognition, dodging the attack by a hair while advancing at full speed.
'I think I get it now.' With his eyes showing focus, Itadori reached Choso in the blink of an eye, attacking with a punch that hit the man squarely on the chin.
Choso was stunned by the punch but wasn't prevented from retaliating when he turned to Itadori and pushed him back with a kick.
'Condense the blood, and use a small point between the palms to shoot.' Itadori realized as a cut appeared on his arm from the previous attack, the boy guiding the blood to run down to his palm. 'I can see it now.'
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