Fushiguro Megumi POV
As Yuji and I approached Sugisawa High School, the air grew heavy with a dark, oppressive energy. Even before we reached the gates, I could feel the malicious curse energy prickling against my skin, thick and suffocating. My senses were practically screaming at me, and even Yuji, who has no experience with curses, tensed up beside me.
"What is this pressure?" he asked, his voice low, uneasy.
I didn't answer right away. The energy pouring out of the school was overwhelming—way beyond anything I expected. The cursed object had stirred up something far more sinister than what we'd prepared for, and now the entire place reeked of death.
This is bad. Really bad. The people who touched Sukuna's finger... they're probably already dead. I have to end this before it gets worse. If I fail here, it won't just be a disaster for the school—it could spiral into a full-scale catastrophe.
My fists clenched as I steeled myself. There's no room for hesitation. I can't afford to lose.
"You stay here," I said firmly to Yuji, my voice leaving no room for argument.
"The hell I will," Yuji shot back. "It's dangerous, right? Even though I just met them, they're still my friends. I can't leave them alone."
"Stay here," I repeated, more forcefully this time.
Without waiting for a rebuttal, I turned and dashed into the building, leaving Yuji behind. Bringing him inside would be reckless—it'd be like sending him to his death. I can't afford to babysit anyone. Not in this situation.
I raced up the stairs, heading toward the fourth floor, where the cursed energy was strongest. It pulsed like a living thing, thick and suffocating. The curse has already been activated. I could feel it growing, feeding on the energy from Sukuna's finger. If I didn't stop it soon, things would get much worse.
As I reached the third floor, a cursed spirit suddenly materialized in front of me, grotesque and distorted, blocking my path. Its form twisted and writhed, radiating malevolent energy.
"Stay out of my way," I muttered under my breath.
"Gyokuen,"
I called out, forming a quick hand sign. Immediately, a black-and-white Shikigami dog emerged from my shadow, its growl low and threatening.
"Go ahead and eat it."
I commanded, watching as the black-and-white Shikigami dog lunged at the cursed spirit. Its jaws clamped down on the twisted form, ripping through it like paper. The curse screeched, its body contorting as it tried to fight back, but the Shikigami was relentless. Within seconds, the spirit crumbled into nothingness, leaving only the faint residue of its cursed energy behind.
I didn't stop to watch. There was no time to waste on small fries. I sprinted down the hallway, heading toward the source of the powerful cursed energy on the fourth floor.
But the deeper I went, the more cursed spirits appeared, crawling out of every shadow and crack in the walls. They weren't just lingering; they were multiplying, drawn to Sukuna's finger like moths to a flame. I dispatched them quickly, summoning my Shikigami and using swift strikes to eliminate them, but they just kept coming.
This was getting ridiculous.
'Why the hell am I doing this alone?' I grumbled internally as I kicked another spirit aside.
Isn't this supposed to be a team mission? Where the hell are Gojo-sensei and Shiki-senpai when I actually need them? Another spirit lunged at me, and I sliced through it, my patience wearing thin.
I turned the corner, my breath slightly labored from the endless barrage of curses, only to be met with a massive, grotesque spirit looming at the end of the hall. Its body was bloated and twisted, pulsating with malicious energy. My stomach turned at the sight of it. In its many disfigured hands, it held a student—one of the seniors who had likely found Sukuna's finger.
The spirit's hands were groping and digging into the student's body, as if searching for something hidden inside. Its grotesque fingers probed every inch, its massive mouth drooling with anticipation.
"Are you trying to swallow the object and the human together?!" I shouted, horrified.
I needed to act fast—there wasn't much time. If I don't stop this thing now, it'll consume both the student and the cursed object, and that'll be a disaster I can't afford.
Suddenly, I realized its eyes quickly shifted, focusing on something outside. Following its gaze, I caught sight of a figure lunging through the window with reckless speed, crashing into the building with a loud thud.
"Itadori!" I shouted in disbelief.
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Itadori Yuji POV
Can't I just listen to him and wait here? Megumi told me to stay put, to stay out of this, but... what am I really afraid of?
—They're going to die.
His words echoed in my mind, tightening my chest. I'm afraid of death, aren't I? But then, why don't I feel scared? My hands are shaking, but it's not from fear. Not really. I cried when my grandpa died, not because I was scared... but because I was lonely.
Loneliness.
It's the same now. There's no fear, only the ache of knowing someone else might die, and I'll be left standing here, unable to do anything. First my grandpa, now these people—what's the difference between their deaths?
—You're strong, enough to save others.
That's what my grandpa said.
Megumi—he's out there, stubborn as hell, facing whatever nightmare is inside that school. Bad-tempered and stubborn, no one's going to help him if I don't. I'm the only one who can.
My fists clenched as resolve solidified in my chest. I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders.
I have to go.
I ran toward the fence around the school. Fushiguro was in danger. I need to get to the fourth floor fast. I glanced up at the surrounding buildings, quickly calculating a route. If I can't go through the front, I'll go over it.
Without a second thought, I launched myself up the fence, using my momentum to propel me up and over. The moment my feet hit the ground, I sprinted toward the nearest building, using it as a step stone. I leaped higher and higher, pushing off walls and ledges, closing the distance between me and the school's fourth floor.
With one final jump, I crashed through the window of the fourth floor. And there, just behind it, was Fushiguro.
The cursed spirit had senpai—My frined—trapped in its grotesque hands, squeezing the life out of her.
Using the momentum from my jump, I grabbed the ledge of the shattered window to propel myself upward, my body twisting in the air. My mind raced back to my grandpa's last words.
—You're strong, enough to save others.
I think Grandpa's death taught me something important. His words were right—about using my strength to protect people, to make sure no one else suffers the same way.
But…
This death right here? It's wrong.
I drove my fist forward, slamming it into the cursed spirit's head. The impact reverberated through my arm, and for a split second, the spirit's grip on the senpai loosened. Without wasting a moment, I grabbed her and yanked her free, pulling her away from the ghost's suffocating grasp.
Breathing heavily, I glanced at the grotesque creature. It didn't look like anything I'd ever imagined a cursed spirit would be. Not like the ones from stories or movies.
"Is that a cursed spirit? That was different from what I imagined," I muttered.
Suddenly, the spirit was sliced through, its form crumbling into nothing. I turned just in time to see Fushiguro step out from around the corner, his eyes sharp but relieved.
"I was going to ask what you're doing here, but... good job," he said, his tone softer than usual.
My gaze shifted to the remnants of the cursed spirit, where two black and white dogs were feasting on what was left. The sight was surreal.
"What is that? Is that also a curse?" I asked, pointing at the dogs.
"They're my shikigami. You can see them?" Fushiguro asked, almost surprised.
"Normally, people can't see curses unless they're close to death or in specific situations like this."
"Ohh. That's why," I nodded, finally starting to connect the dots.
For a moment, silence hung between us, strange and awkward. There was still so much I didn't understand, but this wasn't the time for questions.
"Aren't you scared?" Fushiguro asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
I hesitated for a second before answering honestly, "Of course I'm scared. But you know, humans will eventually die."
"Huh?"
"So I should at least let the people I know get the right death," I continued. "Anyway, I don't really get it either."
I knelt down to check on my unconscious friend, trying to move her to a safer spot when something fell out of her pocket. My hand shot out just in time to catch it before it hit the floor.
It was an old, shriveled-up finger. The skin was blackened, and the nail was jagged and disgusting. The thing practically oozed with malicious energy, like it was radiating danger just by existing.
"This is...?" I asked, holding it up for Fushiguro to see.
"Yeah, that's the special-grade cursed object. Ryoumen Sukuna's finger. It's a miracle it didn't get eaten yet." Fushiguro replied, his tone dead serious.
"What happens if you eat it? Is it... delicious?"
"Don't speak nonsense," Fushiguro snapped, glaring at me. "That finger's meant for powerful curses to consume. It's dangerous. Now, give it to me."
"Okay, okay." I was just about to hand it over when something felt off. Fushiguro's eyes weren't on the finger anymore—they were locked on something behind me, or... above me.
Before I could react, he lunged at me, shoving me with all his strength.
"Run!"
BAM!
A deafening explosion rocked the room, the ceiling above us collapsing in a shower of dust and debris. The air was filled with the sound of shattering concrete and falling metal. I barely registered the dog biting the back of my hoodie and dragging me away just as the debris crashed down where I had been standing moments before.
Through the cloud of dust, I saw it—a hulking cursed spirit, grotesque and monstrous. Its twisted, deformed hands wrapped around Fushiguro's body.
"Fushiguro!"
Before I could even react, the cursed spirit's massive fist came down again, this time striking Fushiguro square in the chest and sending him flying out of the building, crashing through the window.
My heart dropped.
I rushed to the window, peering outside. Fushiguro lay crumpled on the ground below, his body covered in blood. He wasn't moving. My hands shook.
No. This isn't happening. I just got here, I just started to understand everything, and now...
I felt my pulse quicken, panic rising in my chest. This wasn't what I signed up for. But Fushiguro, he's down there—he's going to die if I don't do something.
Suddenly, the cursed spirit let out a guttural roar, its grotesque form lunging out of the window after Fushiguro, hunting him like prey.
No. No way.
Without thinking, I took off after the cursed spirit, my legs moving on their own, adrenaline fueling every step. I wasn't going to let it kill him. Not like this.
"Itadori! What the hell are you doing?!" Fushiguro's voice reached me from below, hoarse and filled with pain. "Get the hell out of here and run! It's dangerous!"
I clenched my fists and kept running toward the cursed spirit. "Aren't you in danger too?!"
The cursed spirit noticed me now, grabbing me mid-run and flinging me across the room like I was nothing but a ragdoll. My back hit the ground hard, the air rushing out of my lungs, but I forced myself to get up, groaning through the pain.
Fushiguro's voice rang in my ears again, desperate. "A curse can only be exorcised by another curse! Without cursed energy, you can't kill it!"
"We can talk about that later—ugh!" I dodged another swing, barely managing to avoid being flattened. The cursed spirit was relentless, but I wasn't going to let it win. Not while Fushiguro was down there, bleeding out.
There has to be another way. There has to be.
I dodged another attack from the cursed spirit, but before I could react, its massive fist slammed into my stomach, sending me flying. The air was knocked out of me, and in that moment of chaos, I felt the finger slip from my grasp, tumbling through the air.
No!
Before I could even process it, the cursed spirit grabbed me, its grotesque fingers wrapping around my body as it tried to swallow me whole. My body was pinned, the world spinning as its jaws opened wide, ready to devour me.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it—the cursed finger, still hanging in the air.
Desperate, I pushed against the spirit's body, using it as leverage to kick off and leap toward the finger. I grabbed it with my mouth.
I balanced myself, my feet wedged between the cursed spirit's gnashing teeth, fighting with all my strength to keep from being swallowed. Its massive hands tried to force me down, but I resisted.
Fushiguro's words echoed in my head.
—A curse can only be exorcised by another curse! Without cursed energy, you can't kill it!
The thought hit me like a freight train. If I don't have cursed energy, then maybe... maybe I can get some.
"If I can't defeat it," I muttered through gritted teeth, "then I just need cursed energy, right?!"
"Stupid, no..." I heard Fushiguro's weak voice in the background, but there was no time to think.
I didn't wait for him to finish. I didn't need anyone to save me. I was going to save myself—and Fushiguro too.
With one last burst of determination, I threw the finger into the air and swallowed it whole.
As soon as the cursed finger slid down my throat, a wave of overwhelming energy surged through me. It felt like I'd been dropped into a dark, bottomless ocean. I was drowning—no, being consumed—by something foreign.
For a moment, it felt like I had lost control of everything.
Then... he appeared.
Suddenly, my body moved, but not by my will. I was pushed back, like I was watching from the corner of my own mind. My limbs felt foreign, no longer responding to my commands. Something—someone—had taken over.
Through the haze, I saw the cursed spirit standing before me, but my body moved with a frightening precision. A smile twisted my lips, one that wasn't mine. My arm extended effortlessly, and with one swift motion, I tore through the cursed spirit like it was nothing.
I watched it all happen from the inside, helpless but oddly calm. Even though I wasn't in control, I had this strange feeling that I could take back control if I wanted.
Now I realize who is contolling my body.
Ryomen Sukuna.
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Third Person POV
"This is bad," Megumi muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold before him.
This was the worst-case scenario—something he had hoped would never happen, a one-in-a-million chance, worst-case outcome.
The special-grade cursed object has incarnated!
The cursed object, the finger of Ryomen Sukuna, wasn't just a danger anymore. It had merged with Itadori in the worst possible way. He knew what was coming. He could feel the oppressive aura of Sukuna growing stronger.
It would've been better if Yuji had died instantly after consuming the finger, a thought Megumi hated to admit even to himself. But now, standing before him was the King of Curses—Ryomen Sukuna—in control of Itadori body.
Megumi clenched his fists. His mind raced, thinking of ways to fix this, but nothing seemed viable. They were dealing with Sukuna now, and if that cursed spirit took full control, the situation could spiral into utter chaos.
Sukuna stood tall, towering over them with Yuji's body as his vessel. The malevolent energy radiating from him was suffocating, warping the very air around them. His dark, jagged tattoos glistened under the sunlight, like the very embodiment of evil had taken physical form.
Megumi swallowed hard, knowing full well what that power represented. Sukuna—the cursed spirit who once reigned over all, now stood before them, fully merged with Yuji. His worst fear had come to life.
The roof felt heavy, the oppressive atmosphere pressing down on Megumi.
The laughter echoed across the rooftop, unsettling in its intensity. Sukuna reveled in the sensation of being alive once more, his voice dripping with malevolent glee.
"Fufu… Hahaha… Hahaha… Hahahaha!"
"Ah, I knew it! The light feels best in the flesh!" Sukuna spread his arms wide, as if embracing the world with his newfound vitality. His eyes gleamed with a terrifying hunger.
"What a wonderful era to be in. Women and children crawling everywhere like maggots. Marvelous! It'll be a massacre! Hahaha!"
Suddenly, in a jarring shift, Sukuna's right arm grabbed onto his own face, fingers digging into his skin. The maniacal grin faltered as something else took control.
"Oh? Huh?" Sukuna's voice, now tinged with confusion, questioned the sudden resistance.
Itadori's body stiffened, then began moving against Sukuna's will. Slowly, walked back toward the center of the rooftop,
"What do you think you're doing with my body? Give it back." Itadori's voice cut through Sukuna's control.
It was Itadori—his consciousness pushing its way back to the surface.
"How are you able to move?"
Itadori, despite the strain of holding back Sukuna's power, spoke "I mean, its my body"
From the sidelines, Megumi watched with a sinking feeling in his chest. Was this really Itadori speaking, or was it still Sukuna trying to manipulate them? He couldn't tell. His mind raced, weighed down by the situation. There were innocent lives at stake. Time was running out, and hesitation could be fatal.
Shiki's absence felt even more significant. If she were here, she'd end it swiftly, with no hesitation. In that sense, Megumi found her more reliable than Gojo at times—her decisiveness was something he relied on. But this was his decision now. He had to act, and he had to act logically.
His resolve hardened.
"Don't move," Megumi commanded, his voice cold and resolute. His arm twitched, prepared to summon his shikigami.
Sukuna—no, Itadori—turned his head slightly, confused. "Huh?"
Megumi raised his hand, his cursed energy flaring to life. "Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuuji…" He took a step forward, his gaze unwavering. "I will exorcise you as a curse."
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Heya, The Vacataion take a little longer than i thought, and i dont have time to upload the next chapter lol.
Anyway, that's it for the chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it!
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