Jujutsu Kaisen: Tragedy Life Simulator-Chapter 103 - Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga [bonus]
[You had heard the details directly. At the end of the Night Parade, Satoru Gojo had killed Suguru Geto with an unrestricted Hollow Purple fired point-blank through his chest.]
[Maki, Panda, Inumaki, and Yuta Okkotsu had all seen it happen. They might hide other things, but on a matter like this, Maki would never lie to you.]
[And even if, somehow, Maki had conspired with the others, Panda could never keep a lie that big from cracking. You had raised him since infancy. You knew better.]
[More than that, you trusted Gojo.]
[That man’s pride was built into his bones. If he was sending off his closest friend, he would never choose something as pathetic as a fake death.]
[So Suguru Geto could not be alive.]
[You spun on your heel, shot out a hand, and seized the retreating figure by the collar, yanking him to a stop.]
[Your teeth were clenched so hard your jaw ached.]
["You bastard... who the hell are you...?!"]
[Before the last word had even fully left your mouth, the figure turned.]
[The hood slipped back.]
[And the face looking at you was Suguru Geto’s.]
[Those brows. That faint little smile at the edge of his mouth. It was all the same.]
[And from the corner of your eye, you saw the left hand sliding out from that oversized sleeve.]
[The same left arm you had cut off with Asakirimaru one month ago.]
[Whole... reattached... as if it had never been severed at all.]
[Your brain locked up.]
[How?]
[He could not use Reverse Cursed Technique. Had Shoko Ieiri done something? Were you hallucinating?]
[Thoughts smashed into each other in your head, but your body moved before reason could catch up.]
[No hesitation.]
[Cursed energy surged to the limit. Extreme Overload Control activated.]
[Your left hand snapped around the throat under that stolen face like a steel clamp. Phantom Night Parade spun into overdrive, locking onto Toge Inumaki’s Cursed Speech and reproducing it in an instant. At the same time, your right hand ripped Asakirimaru from your waist at blinding speed, the blade flashing up toward the imposter’s forehead.]
["Don’t...!"]
[The word had barely left your mouth.]
[Something monstrous dropped from above.]
[A weight so dense it felt like space itself had caved in.]
[It slammed you into the ground with absolute force.]
[The stone pavement of the cemetery exploded under the impact. Your body was hammered into the earth, cracks racing out in every direction.]
["Ghk...!"]
[Your organs compressed all at once. Blood burst out of your throat and splashed across the dirt.]
[Gravity? Pressure? That’s not Cursed Spirit Manipulation. One of the other two techniques...]
[Pinned beneath that impossible force, every bone in your body groaning, you could not even pry your eyelids open.]
[All you could do was listen.]
[That horribly familiar voice floated down from above, casual and almost amused.] 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
["My, my. I was being so careful, and you still saw through me instantly. That technique of yours, I assume?"]
[The voice was Geto’s in every way, tone, cadence, all of it.]
[But those words made one thing painfully obvious.]
[This was not Geto.]
[And yet the body was real. Phantom Night Parade had confirmed Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Every signal screamed that this was Geto’s flesh.]
[Balanced on the line between life and death, you swallowed the pain tearing through your insides and forced Phantom Night Parade to switch targets in less than a second.]
[Limitless.]
[The infinite spatial barrier snapped into place around your body, breaking the crushing force for a single precious instant.]
[You drove one palm into the ground and launched yourself backward like an arrow, putting more than a dozen meters between you and the thing wearing Geto’s face.]
[You landed on one knee, dragging air into your lungs in rough, burning gulps.]
[When you looked up, the imposter was still standing exactly where he had been, looking mildly surprised that you had escaped.]
[He raised that restored left hand and touched the scratch your grip had left on his throat. A ripple of cursed energy passed over it, and the wound closed right in front of your eyes.]
["Oh? You can even replicate Gojo’s Limitless? Clever. Fast reflexes too."]
[You stared at him through bloodshot eyes and roared, fury and fear tangled together in your voice.]
["Reverse Cursed Technique... three Innate Techniques... you’re not Suguru Geto! What the hell are you, wearing a dead man’s skin?!"]
[The thing in Geto’s body did not react in the slightest.]
[Instead, it smiled.]
[It was a deeply wrong smile, the kind that made your skin crawl.]
[Its narrow eyes moved over you with the easy interest of a collector studying a rare specimen.]
["You’ve already mapped my hand this quickly? Phantom Night Parade, was it? What a fascinating technique. You’re always holed up at Jujutsu High, you know. I never had a good chance to get close to you."]
[It paused, and the next trace of regret in its voice was so thin and fake it only made the whole thing worse.]
["I’ve been watching you for quite a while. That cold, twisted sense of order you cling to. The way you went behind Gojo’s back to secure a death warrant for the Okkotsu boy. Honestly, I thought the two of us might have a great deal to discuss."]
[The shock that hit you this time was so violent it almost numbed everything else.]
[This thing had stolen a Special Grade sorcerer’s body without anyone noticing.]
[And all this time, it had been lurking in the dark, watching you.]
[It even knew about your secret request for Yuta Okkotsu’s execution rights, information that should have been restricted to the highest level.]
[For the first time, real fear crawled up from the deepest part of you.]
[When you faced Toji Fushiguro, the terror had been simple. Physical and direct. You might die, and that was it.]
[What stood in front of you now was different.]
[Yes, its power was monstrous. But worse than that was the feeling of being reduced to a piece on somebody else’s board, manipulated by something operating on a level you could not see.]
[The unknown was what made it terrifying.]
[You did not know what this thing was.]
[You did not know what it wanted.]
[But every instinct in your body was screaming the same thing.]
[Whether this was Geto’s corpse possessed by some parasite or his ghost twisted into something inhuman, it could not be allowed to leave this cemetery alive.]
[You thrust both hands forward.]
[Here. Now.]
[You would use the final card, even if it dragged both of you down together.]
["Furu..."]
["Oh dear, that won’t do. Letting you call out something that troublesome right now would be very inconvenient for me."]
[The creature wearing Geto’s face smiled again.]
[Before the incantation for Mahoraga could leave your mouth, its hands were already flashing through seals.]
["Domain Expansion: Womb Profusion."]
[There was no time to react.]
[A grotesque pillar burst from the earth in front of you, a twisted mass of writhing faces and raw flesh.]
[The moment you recognized it as a Domain, the sure-hit effect took hold.]
[A crushing force far beyond the one from before, a hundred times worse, maybe a thousand, wrapped around you and the space you occupied like invisible hands trying to grind both into pulp.]
[The pressure of the Domain tore through the cursed energy you had gathered and, with brutal finality, cut off the last syllable of your attempt to summon Mahoraga.]
