Jujutsu kaisen: King of Seven Shikigami

Outside Star Vessel Association Headquarters — Daytime

The sky was clear, yet thick clouds seemed to hang suspended above the ancient white-walled buildings. A gentle breeze swept across the front courtyard of the Star Vessel Association headquarters. The shadows of the clouds moved slowly over the clean, neatly kept ground, as if waiting for something inevitable.

The sound of leisurely footsteps echoed along the long sidewalk leading to the main gate. Toji Fushiguro, hands in pockets and his usual lazy demeanor, walked side-by-side with Shiu Kong, a neater and more calculating figure. They looked like two men enjoying light conversation—but reality was far from that.

Without looking at Shiu, Toji spoke, his tone flat yet hinting at displeasure:

"Why didn't you kill her guard back then? Didn't I tell you—take her (the girl) far away… then finish him off."

Shiu Kong turned slightly, exhaling cigarette smoke before answering in his calm, world-weary voice.

"Because at that moment… I felt I understood the intent of your plan."

He took another deep drag from his cigarette, then continued slowly but with conviction:

"If they panicked and failed to save the vessel, her guard would lose control. But precisely because he did save the vessel… he became overconfident. Felt secure. That is what made him drop his guard."

Toji gave a soft snort, as if dismissing the analysis, yet not refuting it.

"What matters is, everything ended satisfactorily."

He narrowed his eyes towards the sky, then glanced at Shiu with a tone half-joking, half-sarcastic:

"By the way… can you stop sending agents randomly? But why… Okinawa?"

Shiu Kong raised an eyebrow, amused.

"This whole thing even made me laugh myself."

Toji shrugged one shoulder, cynical:

"To move a hostage… usually you don't use public transport. Too risky, right?"

Shiu answered casually without losing his composure:

"Not public transport. Supposedly a private plane."

Toji sighed, his voice mocking:

"Didn't need to go that far…"

Shiu Kong flicked his cigarette onto the ground, crushing it under his shoe tip.

"Rich people think differently, Toji. Not our class."

Toji gave a thin smile.

"C'mon, let's use this money to eat. Good food. My treat. Eat and drink all you want."

Shiu laughed loudly, then shook his head slowly.

"No thanks. You don't usually treat guys. I've decided—other than work… and going to hell, I don't want anything more to do with you."

With a tone half-joking yet sincere, Shiu Kong turned and continued walking, leaving Toji standing alone now, surrounded by a wind that began to blow stronger.

Toji merely watched his old friend's back, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction, as if knowing today was just one of many bloody days piling up in his life.

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That afternoon, the sky was filled with light.

The sun shone fiercely, reflecting a blinding glare off the roofs of the Star Religious Group buildings, now being abandoned. The gentle breeze wasn't enough to dispel the heat hanging in the air. Yet, one figure walked with calm steps, as if this were just an ordinary day.

Toji Fushiguro.

He strolled leisurely, unhurried. As if no significant event had just transpired. As if he hadn't just torn through the chest of a child from the Gojo clan—a clan supposedly impossible to defeat. But for Toji, all of that was just part of the flow he had determined.

"See..." his mind whispered softly amid the slow, echoing footsteps.

"The strongest of the three great clans... I killed him."

His face showed no arrogance. Instead, what radiated was calmness—and a hint of emptiness.

This victory was sweet, yet hollow.

Memories of his childhood—locked in a storeroom full of cursed spirits because he possessed no cursed energy—surfaced again.

The faces of the elders from Zenin, from Gojo, from Kamo... all those who once sneered, now silenced by the shadow of vengeance repaid.

Yet his steps halted.

Before him… the impossible had happened.

That figure stood, clothes stained with blood, partially torn, face smeared with dirt and wounds. But that smile—that infuriating smile—was the same. Full of confidence.

Unthinkable. Toji knew he had stabbed him. He knew his blood had spilled.

But now, Gojo Satoru stood before him,

—his blue eyes open, blazing with an intensity not of an ordinary human.

Toji frowned. His eyes widened. His jaw clenched.

He bit back a curse, but it finally escaped his lips:

"Seriously…!!"

Impossible. He drove his sword through this brat's head. He knew for sure—Gojo died.

But what stood before him now wasn't a walking corpse.

It was a monster.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, casually showing off his forehead—which had been horribly torn open before, now perfectly sealed, as if never slashed.

"Yep, seriously... I'm still healthy and full of energy~"

Toji stared sharply.

"Reverse Cursed Technique…"

Gojo raised his index finger and gave a light snap.

"Correct answer~!"

His signature tone surfaced again—light, irritating, and brimming with power.

His voice flowed on, rapid-fire, like a child impatiently showing off a new toy.

"When you stabbed me, I immediately stopped attacking and focused on activating the Reverse Cursed Technique. Full focus, no distractions. Had to be precise—had to be perfect."

His eyes sparkled, bright blue reflections shining with excitement and... madness.

"Cursed energy is negative. It can strengthen, it can destroy, but it doesn't heal. Well—to create the Reverse Cursed Technique, I multiplied the negative energy, then... BOOM! Made it positive. Lots of people know this knowledge, but… how many can actually *do* it? Very few."

His hand gestures were wild, punctuating every word. His fingers pointed to the sky, his chest, then spread wide as if embracing the world.

Toji didn't answer.

He just stared, watching with intense caution.

"He won't stop talking..." thought Toji, his lips trembling slightly.

"This guy… he looks way too fired up."

Gojo was still talking. His mouth was wide open, brimming with enthusiasm.

His arms were now spread out to the sides, like he was hugging the world. As if this victory wasn't just his—but the world's, now standing beneath his feet.

Joy. Madness. Power.

It all swirled within Gojo Satoru.

And Toji knew—whatever happened next, this was no ordinary fight anymore.

This was a duel against someone who had crossed the boundary of humanity.