The next cutscene began. All three of them leaned in slightly as the game's tone shifted—dark, ritualistic music pulsing through the speakers.
Onscreen, Ryomen Sukuna was being resurrected.
Flesh knit itself together. A black flame of cursed energy surged outward, and the shape of Yuji Itadori twisted, corrupted.
Then Sukuna spoke—his voice a manic, theatrical roar:
"Where is the woman? The people?! What a wonderful era to be reborn in! WOMEN AND CHILDREN CRAWLING EVERYWHERE LIKE MAGGOTS! HOW MARVELOUS! IT WILL BE A MASSACRE—HAHAHAHA!"
The voice echoed through the room like madness in stereo.
Maki and Mai stared blankly at the screen.
"…Did Naoya write that line just to mess with us?" Mai asked flatly.
Maki didn't answer. But her eye twitched.
"That's seriously the first thing he says after a thousand years sealed in a finger?" Megumi muttered, unsettled. "Absurd."
Another figure appeared—white-haired, tall, dressed in black with a smug aura so thick it practically bled off the screen.
Gojo Satoru.
Without warning, he crouched next to a badly injured Megumi on-screen… pulled out a flip phone… and took a picture.
"This'll make a great photo for the upperclassmen," he said cheerfully.
Mai burst into laughter. "This guy's hilarious."
Maki didn't respond immediately… then let out a short, reluctant snort as Megumi's digital self groaned on-screen.
Megumi frowned. "So that's Gojo Satoru? Not what I expected…"
"He's your teacher?" Maki asked.
"Apparently," Megumi said grimly.
Mai squinted at the screen. "Why's he wearing a blindfold? Doesn't he have the Six Eyes? I wanted to see them."
Megumi tilted his head, voice calm but curious. "Maybe hiding them has a purpose. Something strategic."
"Or maybe he just thinks it looks cool," Maki deadpanned.
"Could be both," Mai added, still giggling. "Either way… that guy's ridiculous."
The three of them kept playing, their initial reluctance melting into quiet focus and stifled excitement.For once, it wasn't training. Or punishment.It was... fun.
By the time they reached Chapter 4, the atmosphere in the room had shifted completely.
Megumi's older self appeared again, summoning shadows that weren't just dogs this time—a cool frog, a flashy serpent, a diving owl with glowing eyes.
Mai leaned in, genuinely surprised. "Wait, you can summon those things too?"
Maki whistled low. "Damn. That's actually cool."
Megumi blinked, staring at the screen. "I… always kind of knew I could. But I've never seen what they looked like."
"You're telling me you've been holding out this whole time?" Maki asked, jabbing him in the shoulder.
"It's not like that," he muttered, eyes still locked on the screen.
Then the fight shifted.
The scene cut to Sukuna, facing off against a special grade curse in the juvenile detention center.
The fight was completely one sided.
The cursed spirit howled—its limbs pinned to the walls like a grotesque painting.
A line echoed in their heads—something Naoya had once said during training:
"There should be layers within the special grade rank. Let's be honest—some of them are just jokes with a title."
Sukuna's voice came next, cold and amused.
"Apparently, me and you are both classified as special grade."
Sukuna turned, gazing at the ruined curse. Its body twitched—shredded, broken, but slowly beginning to heal.
His grin widened, like he was watching an insect try to crawl away after being stepped on.
Then he raised his hand.
"This is a good opportunity," he said, almost gleefully.
"Let me show you what real jujutsu is."
"Ryoiki Tenkai"
The screen exploded into stylized flames.
Malevolent Shrine.
Blood-red light and jagged shadows formed the ancient, demonic structure. The sheer pressure of it—despite being just a game—made the air in the room feel heavier.
All three kids froze.
Goosebumps ran up their arms and necks.
No one spoke for a long moment.
Megumi, Maki, and Mai all realized the same thing at once.
They were insects compared to this.
None of them had ever seen a Domain before. And this one wasn't beautiful. It wasn't elegant.It was absolute.
For the first time, they understood what "real jujutsu" looked like.
But by Chapter 5, the mood dropped.
Onscreen, older Megumi stood face to face with Sukuna—and it wasn't even close. Sukuna laughed as he demolished him, blow after blow, while Megumi's internal monologue played over the fight.
Megumi's eyes widened. "...What?"
His hand tightened around the mouse.
The cutscene continued—his older self bleeding, crawling, trying to stand—while Sukuna mocked him.
Maki and Mai looked over, confused at first, then silent as they noticed Megumi's expression.
He wasn't just watching the fight. He was feeling it.
"Tsumiki's cursed…?" he said under his breath.
There was something unsettled in his tone. He didn't know why, but a knot twisted in his chest, tight and sharp.
Mai, usually quick with sarcasm, actually looked concerned. "Hey… It's just a game. Right?"
Megumi didn't respond.
He just kept staring at the screen, jaw clenched.
And then—Chapter 6.
The tone shifted again.
The screen lit up with a different set of characters: a tall, lean young woman with glasses and a naginata slung over her back. Her presence was sharp.
"...Is that me?" Maki asked, leaning closer. Her tone was half-shocked, half-proud.
She looked older—strong. Confident in a way present-day Maki hadn't quite reached yet.
Before anyone could respond, Mai pointed at the screen.
"Look. It's a panda."
A literal panda appeared, walking upright with a sarcastic grin.
"…What the hell?" Maki muttered.
"That's kind of awesome," Mai whispered, staring.
Then she frowned.
"But why am I not with you?"
Then a silver-haired boy spoke with a rice ball ingredient. "Toge Inumaki," the game listed his name. "Cursed Speech User." He was quite funny.
The three characters had only a short scene—delivering a message to Megumi and a girl named Nobara about the upcoming Goodwill Event with the Kyoto Sister School.
Just a teaser.
"...That's it?" Mai asked, disappointed. "We barely saw them."
"Still," Maki said, not hiding her grin. "That older me looked… cool."
Mai glanced sideways at her. "Yeah. She did."
Megumi stayed silent but nodded once, quietly agreeing.
The screen shifted again—now focusing on a different cast. A group of bizarre, grotesque creatures appeared: humanoid in some ways.
Their names appeared one by one: Jogo, Hanami, Dagon.
"They look like rejected mascots," Mai said with a snort.
"I could take all three of them," Maki muttered confidently.
Megumi tilted his head. "...Are they seriously the villains?"
Despite the jokes, they kept watching.
The curses were sitting in what looked like a normal restaurant, discussing humans, power, and the need to eliminate the sorcerers and take their place.
It was the first time the kids had ever seen curses talk. Strategize. Plan. Have a worldview.
Jogo spoke with unexpected conviction:
"Curses are born from the rawest emotions of humanity: hatred, fear, anger, sorrow. Unlike humans, we are not diluted. We are pure intent. That makes us the true heirs of this world. They—the humans—are the fakes."
The three fell quiet.
Maki clicked her tongue. "That's messed up."
But Megumi… stared at the screen.
"...They kind of have a point," he said, slowly.
Both girls looked at him.
"I mean… from their perspective. If they're born from human negativity, then humans created them. And if they live, think, feel—then maybe they believe they're more real than the people who deny their existence."
"That's depressing," Mai muttered.
"Cursed spirits believing they're more human than humans," Maki added. "That's… twisted."
Megumi nodded. "Yeah. But it's honest."
The next scene made their stomachs tighten.
"Prison Realm?" Mai echoed, brows furrowing.
Megumi leaned in, narrowing his eyes. The characters on screen—the curse users—weren't talking about defeating Gojo Satoru.
They were talking about sealing him.
Not killing.
Sealing.
Maki's voice dropped to a murmur. "Naoya said once… the more a curse can speak and reason, the stronger it is."
"And they all talk like that," Mai whispered, uneasily.
Megumi's tone was subdued but sharp. "If they're all working together… and their goal isn't to kill him, just trap him… then how strong is Gojo really?"
Maki sat back slightly, eyes wide. "Then he's way beyond anything we've ever seen."
The screen shifted again—now showing Jogo, the volcano-headed curse, his cursed energy flaring.
They listened in silence.
Jogo lit up the moment he heard about the Prison Realm. He offered be the one to kill Gojo—asking for the item as a reward after he succeeded.
The room was dead quiet.
"Is he stupid?" Mai asked.
"No," Megumi said grimly. "He's confident."
"Too confident," Maki muttered. "Which means either he's overestimating himself… or Gojo's even more terrifying than they realize."
The cutscene ended with Jogo laughing.
…
Somewhere deep in the Zen'in estate, Naoya returned—his shirt stained faintly from the mess of his fight with Yuki. He was annoyed, and in no mood for—
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Standing in the middle of the corridor like a tiny tyrant was his daughter. Four years old. Red eyes. Hands behind her back like a little military commander.
Makima.
He sighed heavily, already lifting a leg.
"Don't take it personally."
He aimed to kick her like a football—as tradition dictated.
But the moment his foot made contact, CLANK—
Chains shot from her shadow like vipers, wrapping around his leg and locking it mid-air.
Naoya blinked. Genuinely surprised.
"Oh?" he muttered, looking down. "You're adapting now?"
The child didn't flinch. Her voice came calm, fast, and disturbingly polite.
"Papa, please—I have a request."
Naoya tilted his head slightly, more curious than irritated.
"Hmm?"
"I overheard your conversation," she said. "With the woman who had stitches on her forehead."
Naoya's smirk twitched. "So you were eavesdropping."
"I want to become older."
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