Jujutsu kaisen: King of Seven Shikigami

My steps quickened as I left Gojo Satoru's body lying helplessly amidst the rubble. I said nothing… there was no need. Because I knew he would rise. Sooner or later. He was no ordinary sorcerer—he was Gojo.

I followed the path I now understood led to Suguru Geto's battleground. Each step felt heavy, as if the earth itself held remnants of the tragedy that had just unfolded.

And midway, I saw her—Kuroi.

Her body drenched in blood, lying motionless in the dusty debris. I knelt beside her, gazing at her cold face. My heart beat slowly, yet each thud hammered like a mallet.

I confirmed she was gone.

"The resilience… of a non-high-grade sorcerer truly is different," I whispered, almost like an incantation.

"...Kuroi is dead."

I bowed my head, closing her eyes with my fingers.

"Forgive me."

Guilt shrouded my chest, but I had no time to dwell. With renewed resolve, I stood. My pace was faster now, heading towards Geto's location.

Ahead, a large stone stood silent, almost deceptive. If not for my crow shikigami's perspective, I might have believed it was just an ordinary boulder. But I knew… it was the elevator to the Tomb of the Star—**Koseigu**. The hidden corridor where Master Tengen resided. A place concealed by a near-impenetrable barrier.

Yet… after Toji Fushiguro's assault, I was certain this hidden passage would change. It might not be the same when Yuji and the others arrived. That was the nature of the Tomb of the Star—it shifted when attacked.

In the ruins of the old building, dust still swirled… and as I emerged from the underground passage, my eyes instantly locked onto a fresh pool of blood on the street.

"This blood… it's still warm."

I crouched, touching it. Heat lingered on my fingertips—a clear sign Riko Amanai had just been killed. My chest tightened.

But before I could steady my thoughts, a faint whimper shattered my focus.

"...?"

Without hesitation, I moved swiftly towards the sound. A collapsed structure loomed before me. And there I saw it…

A massive dragon-shaped cursed spirit lay coiled, grievously wounded. Its skin was hard and glistened like crystal, yet a deep gash split its body from beneath the head down to the tail. It was still alive—possessing extraordinary resilience.

"Rainbow Dragon…" I murmured softly.

I froze. This dragon… I recognized it. One of Suguru Geto's cursed spirits from his time as a Jujutsu High student. No wonder a creature this powerful was one of his mainstays. But now, the dragon was dying. And not far from it—

"Suguru…"

Geto's body lay on the ground, a large 'X'-shaped wound gaping on his chest.

Thankfully… he was still breathing.

"The physique of a Special Grade sorcerer truly can't be underestimated."

I glanced back at the still-whimpering Rainbow Dragon, as if it were calling… pleading. As if sensing death's approach and wanting to be remembered—or perhaps… to be saved.

Suddenly, an impulse surged within me.

A desire to make it my first shikigami.

"Convenient air transport… not a bad idea," I muttered with a faint smile. Even amidst tragedy, I could think of logistical benefits.

The dragon's eyes began losing their light.

Steadily, I formed a hand seal, etched deep in my memory. My hand rose slowly, pointing towards the dragon. And…

Darkness began to swallow the Rainbow Dragon.

Shadows like black waves danced and swirled, enveloping the colossal creature's entire form. No scream. Only silence… and emptiness.

My vision turned inward—into the world of my soul.

There, I stood upon an expanse of dark ocean. Before me… seven glowing eggs stood still like captive stars.

One of the seven eggs cracked open… and the Rainbow Dragon's form slipped inside. The egg's white light slowly deepened into a dark purple.

And inscribed above it, the name:

"Rainbow Dragon"

The cursed spirit had now become my shikigami.

I could feel its presence… not in my body, but within the power now connected to me. This was different. Unlike devouring a Jujutsu sorcerer, whose body directly amplified my curse energy.

Cursed spirits only became servants.

But sorcerers… could become fuel.

And as if a silent voice whispered from within:

*"Eat more Jujutsu… and your power will grow."*

I remained standing tall.

My body felt warm… not from exertion, but from the new power flowing through my veins. Rainbow Dragon, the cursed spirit once belonging to Suguru Geto, was now mine. My first shikigami.

Instantly, a strange sensation washed over me. As if an invisible tether connected me to the creature. I could feel its will, now subservient to mine.

Knowledge flooded my mind… like an unstoppable river of curses. When Rainbow Dragon became mine, something else etched itself into my soul.

A rule. A blessing... or a curse?

*"If I am killed… and my shikigami still live, my soul will transfer into one of their bodies. It will die in my place. Then, after one day… it will revive. My shikigami… are backdoors between life and death."*

I fell silent. My breath hitched—not from fear, but disbelief.

"This… an ability like this…"

My brow furrowed, and I murmured unconsciously:

"Isn't this power… similar to that villain in early Season Two? The one with the paper bag over his head… the clone user. His original body could die, but his soul would transfer… as long as his clones lived."

I suddenly realized how terrifying this power was. But also… how useful.

I raised my hand, forming a release seal. A faint chime filled the air, like a tiny bell from another world.

"Rainbow Dragon… come forth."

The shadows beneath my feet began to writhe. Like living black ink boiling, they swirled wildly, then erupted upwards like a wave of night. From within that darkness… emerged a colossal form.

A dragon—massive and imposing. But no longer rainbow-hued.

Its body was now pitch black, like obsidian reflecting unseen violet light. Its scales shimmered like cursed crystal, and with every movement, I sensed something different…

Emotion.

Sentience.

Not merely a cursed spirit… it felt truly alive.

"What happened to you… Rainbow Dragon…?" I whispered, stunned.

"You're… black now… but I can feel your heart. Are you… happy?"

The dragon rumbled low, deep and soft, "Grrrr…"

Its head slowly drew near, nudging my shoulder… like a massive hound seeking its master's affection.

I lifted my hand and stroked the side of its head.

"So you wish to serve me…"

A faint smile touched my lips.

"Then… let's head to the next historic site."

With a single light leap, I mounted the dragon's back. The giant black form lifted from the ground. Dust and debris scattered as it soared, carrying us away from the ruins of tragedy… towards a destiny yet unwritten.