Jujutsu kaisen: King of Seven Shikigami

Beneath the vast expanse of the sky, Tora soared freely among softly rolling white clouds. His body cut through the wind as if gravity no longer applied to him. His hair streamed in the cold gusts, while his sharp eyes gazed down—towards the world spread far below.

From this height, everything looked small. Mountains resembled folds in the earth, rivers flowed like silver threads etching the surface, and buildings were mere insignificant dots. But for Tora, it was all a magnificent painting unseen from the ground.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh sky air. A faint smile touched his lips.

"This… is freedom,"he murmured softly, almost lost to the wind.

No war. No blood. Just him and the sky. And in that fleeting moment, the world felt peaceful.

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Not long after savoring the sky's freedom, Tora landed gently on the branch of a large tree hidden within the lush forest. From his perch, he had a clear view of an open plain near majestic ruins—the House of the Children of the Star—the sacred place where the Star Plasma Vessel was supposed to be delivered.

The place was silent now. Too silent.

Tora narrowed his eyes. The wind whipped his face, carrying the scent of blood from his recently dried hands.

A sense of unease stirred within him.

"Rematch…" he whispered faintly.

His gaze fixed on the open area below, where two poles of the jujutsu world's power would clash again. Toji Fushiguro, the curse-less sorcerer hunter… and Gojo Satoru, who had nearly lost his life before.

Holding his breath, Tora murmured softly, as if giving the world a moment to stop spinning.

"I have to wait… soon… the fight between Toji Fushiguro and Gojo Satoru will happen."

The tree branch beneath him trembled faintly, whether from the wind… or the intensity beginning to burn the surrounding air. The world seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the explosion of power that would change everything.

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The sky above the Star Tomb ruins began to darken, as if it too was holding its breath before the imminent, colossal battle. Amidst the rubble and the swaying shadows of trees,

I stood motionless, gazing at my sole remaining ally—Rainbow Dragon, my shikigami.

Its form no longer shone pure white like before. Now its scales were pitch black, like burnt ash from tested loyalty. Its breath was heavy yet steady, its eyes staring deeply into mine, as if knowing what would come next.

I raised my hand, pointing towards the forest away from the battleground.

"Go over there, Dragon," I said calmly, yet firmly. "Hide. Don't show yourself…"

Rainbow Dragon gave a low growl. Hesitation flickered in its eyes, as if reluctant to leave me. But it knew—if I were killed and it died too, then nothing would remain. I wouldn't be able to rise again.

My ability was simple yet vital: if I was killed, as long as my Shikigami lived, I would swap bodies with it and be reborn. But if it died first… it was all over.

I lowered my head slightly, almost whispering.

"I hope I'm not killed by a jujutsu sorcerer… or by Gojo Satoru himself," I muttered, a bitter smile stealing across my face. "This mission is too risky… stealing Toji Fushiguro's corpse from the middle of their battle path? Insane."

Rainbow Dragon looked at me one last time. Then, with a swift and nearly silent movement, it vanished into the shadows of the trees, its massive body merging with the darkness.

I took a deep breath.

The battle between a monster and a god was about to begin.

And me? I was the shadow dancing in the spaces between… defying fate.

Star Vessel Association Headquarters

A cold air enveloped the dimly lit room, as if the walls themselves were mourning… or hiding sins.

The daylight cast shadows of the figures standing around the cold wooden table. Upon it lay the rigid body of Riko Amanai. Her face was pale and serene, but her skin appeared slimy, bearing traces of the curse spirit that had brought her here. Her body looked so fragile—unbefitting of one prepared to be Master Tengen's vessel.

Toji Fushiguro stood calmly in one corner of the room, his arms folded. His face showed no particular interest, only awaiting payment.

Someone stepped forward.

Shigeru Sonada, a high representative of the Religious Group, wore a white robe embroidered with gold thread. He stopped right beside the stone table, stroked Riko's soft, cold hair, and whispered as if speaking to his own child:

"The mission was confirmed successful."

His smile grew slowly—an inhuman smile. Behind that pious gaze lurked a terrifying satisfaction. Then, he turned to Toji.

"I will add to the amount previously agreed upon."

Toji narrowed his eyes, then gave a slight smirk.

"As expected of the esteemed founder. Very generous with your spending."

Suddenly, another voice interrupted, calm but firm.

Shiu Kong, bowing slightly.

"He's not the founder."

He drew a short breath, then sighed with a tone of criticism laced with weariness.

"Are you sure, Shigeru Sonada? Even though the fee was set, the time we needed was a bit longer. I thought there might be a discount."

Toji merely snorted, but Sonada answered Shiu curtly—as if dismissing everything.

"Well, it doesn't matter. The Star Religious Group as an absolute monotheism... Yet the Tengen-sama we worship intended to assimilate with something so filthy. And that—in the presence of our followers."

He looked at Riko's body, then took a white cloth and began slowly covering the girl's corpse. The atmosphere abruptly hardened, tense like a thread about to snap.

Sonada's hands trembled slightly as he lifted Riko's body.

Then, in a loud voice, he declared:

"If we turn a blind eye to this assimilation process, this group cannot be maintained! But if we interfere too much, we could be killed by the jujutsu sorcerers!"

His voice echoed, vibrating in the cold air.

Sonada began walking towards the door. His steps were heavy, but his eyes gleamed with joy—the joy of a fanatic witnessing a "miracle."

"We were desperate at first... but now, the person meant to assimilate with Tengen-sama is dead."

The wooden door creaked open slowly as Sonada disappeared into the dark corridor.

Shiu Kong remained in place, then glanced at Toji Fushiguro, who was leaning against the wall.

Toji answered the look with a mocking smile. He raised his hand and twirled his index finger near his temple, mocking Sonada as if saying in sign language:

'He's crazy.'