Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

"This is incredible… This is the kind of power that can change the world." 

"As long as I have Rika, there's no need to gather curses bit by bit." 

"Next time… next time, I will make sure to get it for myself." 

Severely injured and missing half an arm, Suguru Geto dragged himself forward, using the wall for support with every step. 

But then, as if realizing something, he stopped completely and let himself slide down to sit against the wall. 

"You're so slow," Suguru Geto said with a smile. "Satoru." 

"I never thought I'd lose to you in the end. My family… they're all safe, right?" 

Faced with his former best friend's question, the white-haired man wore a heavy expression as he slowly spoke. 

"Every one of them got away. You gave the retreat order in Kyoto too, didn't you?" 

"Well, something like that." Suguru Geto let out a sarcastic laugh. "Unlike you, I'm a kind person. You sent those two to me assuming I'd defeat them, just to trigger Okkotsu, didn't you?"

"I trust you on this. I believe that someone like you, who has principles, wouldn't kill young sorcerers without a reason," Gojo Satoru said with certainty. 

"Trust, huh..." The long-haired, one-armed man let out a quiet chuckle when he heard the word. "I didn't expect you to still have that kind of feeling toward me." 

With his only remaining arm, he pulled out an ID card and tossed it to Gojo Satoru. 

"Give this back to him for me." 

It was Okkotsu Yuta's ID. 

"So, that incident in elementary school was your doing too." 

"Well, more or less." 

"You're really something else." 

Gojo Satoru let out a small sigh. "Any last words?" 

"...No matter what others say, I will always hate those monkeys," Suguru Geto said stubbornly. "But I never resented the people at Jujutsu High." 

"It's just… in a world like this, I could never truly smile from the bottom of my heart." 

Gojo Satoru crouched down in front of him and softly said— 

"Sorry." 

Suguru Geto's eyes widened for a moment before he let out a helpless laugh. 

"At least curse me a little before the end…" 

... 

"I'd say… this is enough." 

The white-haired man remained silent for a long time, staring at the lifeless Suguru Geto. 

Then, a voice—familiar yet strange—spoke from behind him. 

"You're me, from a parallel world, right?" The younger white-haired boy spoke casually. 

Gojo Satoru paused briefly before turning around. 

Standing there was a much younger version of himself, his dazzling blue eyes glowing faintly. 

Gojo Satoru smiled. "So I got found out, huh?" 

"So, what exactly is going on?" the younger one asked. 

"I don't really know the details either, but it's probably that Hayashizaki guy's doing," Gojo Satoru shrugged helplessly. 

"It's not like I wanted this. I got pulled into this mess out of nowhere and now I have to relive everything all over again…" 

"Hayashizaki…" The younger Gojo's eyes widened slightly. "So that guy came from your side?!" 

Gojo Satoru grinned mischievously. "How did it feel to have your heart crushed? I bet it was still better than getting your throat pierced, your body stabbed multiple times, and then having a blade go through your head." 

As he laughed, his smile gradually faded. 

Now that he thought about it, his own fate sounded a lot worse. 

"Yeah… yours definitely sounds worse," the younger Gojo nodded seriously, playing along. "Was it Zenin Toji?" 

"Yeah. In your world, that guy's probably still alive, right?" 

"Not sure. At the time, Hayashizaki was the one fighting him." 

"Damn… if he's still alive, I wonder what'll happen to Megumi." 

"Megumi?" 

"Ah, my student. A brat with an attitude—he's Zenin Toji's son." 

"..." 

The two continued chatting for a while, as if they were talking to a mirror. 

Eventually, the younger Gojo scratched his head, looking a little restless. 

"Talking to myself like this feels really weird." 

"Haha! Yeah, it does," the older Gojo laughed in agreement. 

Then, his expression gradually turned more serious. 

"Anyway, back to the main issue. I don't know what Hayashizaki is planning, but for now, he can be trusted." 

"And besides..." 

"Even with the Six Eyes, you can only see the information that exists before you. But there are some things—not even the Six Eyes can see." 

The dream began to blur, signaling that they were about to wake up. 

Gojo Satoru patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder. The motion was there, but there was no actual sensation of touch. 

The Six Eyes can't see what's in someone's heart. Don't make the same mistake I did—don't overlook the struggles of a dear friend. 

… 

The village chief and his wife were still cursing at the two little girls locked inside the wooden cage, their voices filled with disgust. Gojo Satoru's gaze grew colder. 

Watching Suguru Geto stare blankly, lost in thought, he suddenly asked, "What about their parents?" 

Sugisaki Nobuhiko, caught up in his rant, blurted out, "Of course, we ki—uh… we drove them out! Freaks like them have no place in this village. The villagers were scared to live alongside them, so we got rid of them! But we overlooked these two brats at the time, and that's how this whole 'spirited away' nonsense happened!" 

"So that's how it is." 

Now that he had put everything together, Gojo Satoru turned to Geto and said, "Geto, kill them." 

"Huh?" Geto blinked, as if he hadn't heard him right. 

"Huh!?" Sugisaki Nobuhiko let out a panicked shriek, as if he'd just heard the voice of death itself. "Sir, wait—this isn't right!" 

"The ones who are in the wrong here are those two brats and their parents!" He hurriedly tried to justify himself. "E-even if we did kill their parents, it was to protect the villagers!" 

"Do you even realize who you murdered? A jujutsu sorcerer." Gojo Satoru's lips curled into a smirk as he glanced at the terrified couple. "Killing a jujutsu sorcerer—by the laws of the jujutsu world, that makes you curses. And curses must be exorcised." 

"Effective immediately." 

"Satoru…" 

The boy with the tied-up hair stared in shock at his friend, who wore a twisted grin. Even the older, wearier Suguru Geto beside him looked equally stunned. 

"Come with me, you two." 

Gojo Satoru turned to leave. 

Suddenly, the Sugisaki couple realized, to their horror, that their bodies were floating—completely out of their control. 

The two of them flailed helplessly in midair, like frogs being toyed with. 

The young sisters inside the cage watched in a daze, unable to fully grasp what was happening. But when they saw how ridiculous the scene looked, they couldn't help but laugh. 

"Oh, right." 

The white-haired boy suddenly stopped and turned to look at "Suguru Geto." 

"There's one thing you got wrong, old man." 

In the dimly lit dungeon, the bright blue glow of the Six Eyes stood out vividly. 

"Huh?" 

Both Suguru Getos spoke at the same time, equally confused. 

"Suguru Geto was never the kind of person who would commit genocide," Gojo Satoru said with a small smile. 

What kind of person was Suguru Geto, really? 

Someone with a strong sense of justice. Someone kind, who cared deeply for his friends. Someone who always endured things in silence, someone bad at expressing himself. A troublesome guy. 

And also, my one and only best friend. 

Gojo Satoru thought to himself. 

"Old Gojo Satoru apologizes to you." 

With that, he waved his hand and left the dungeon, taking the Sugisaki couple with him. 

The younger and older versions of Suguru Geto stood there for a moment before both let out a helpless smile. 

"I really can't stand the Six Eyes." 

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