Looking at the chaotic battlefield.
Tamamo-no-Mae, for some reason, recalled her previous conversation with Takako.
At that time, Takako had asked her if she had any chance of winning against the entire Jujutsu World, even the whole country.
Tamamo-no-Mae had confidently told her that she would win.
But now, watching the increasingly chaotic battlefield.
Tamamo-no-Mae realized that her chances of winning were extremely slim.
"Why is it like this?"
Tamamo-no-Mae stared at the scene before her in disbelief.
Over eight hundred years ago, a similar scene had occurred.
After losing the political struggle, Fujiwara-shi repeatedly dispatched troops in Emperor Toba's name to conquer her.
It had been like this back then too. The entire battlefield was engulfed in fire and chaos.
Dazzling attacks came from all directions.
In the end, Tamamo-no-Mae, heavily injured, had fled the battlefield filled with hatred.
She died in a desolate wilderness.
After her death, Tamamo-no-Mae, consumed with immense resentment, transformed into a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Is history repeating itself?"
Tamamo-no-Mae murmured, her voice tinged with despair.
She didn't understand. One million Cursed Spirits—what a terrifying number.
Logically, these Cursed Spirits should have been enough to wear down and kill those thousand or so sorcerers, even just by attrition.
So why were they losing?
Did those sorcerers have limitless Cursed Energy?
Tamamo-no-Mae never could have imagined that she had truly encountered two people who were never short on Cursed Energy.
One was Satoru.
Satoru had abundant Cursed Energy, though not the most.
Yuta Okkotsu's Cursed Energy actually surpassed his.
Ryomen Sukuna, that exceptional patch-faced king, went without saying.
The key was Satoru's Six Eyes.
The Six Eyes possessed incredibly terrifying observation capabilities. Not only could they precisely observe and predict Cursed Energy and its flow.
They also allowed the user to perform extremely accurate Cursed Energy manipulation.
Only those with the Six Eyes could fully utilize the Gojo Family's ancestral Limitless Technique at an atomic level.
As a result, Satoru's efficiency in using Cursed Energy was astonishingly high.
In many cases, the Cursed Energy he used in battle was less than the Cursed Energy he recovered.
Even in his fight against Sukuna.
Satoru relied on the precise manipulation afforded by the Six Eyes.
He repeatedly destroyed and repaired the part of his brain responsible for techniques.
Using this, he could quickly recover from Cursed Technique Burnout.
That was why Satoru was never afraid of prolonged battles.
The other was Eichi.
In terms of Cursed Energy volume alone, Eichi had more than Satoru.
But that wasn't the most important thing.
Because no matter how much Cursed Energy Eichi had, it still couldn't compare to a million Cursed Spirits.
The real key was the Holy Grail.
Ever since the war began, Medea had been using the Holy Grail to absorb residual Cursed Energy left behind when Cursed Spirits dissipated on the battlefield.
She then converted that energy and supplied it to Eichi and several Heroic Spirits.
This necromancer-like combat method—where "the more that die, the stronger I become"—made Eichi completely unafraid of attrition warfare.
In small-scale skirmishes, his Cursed Energy was already not inferior to theirs.
On top of that, there was the energy stockpiled in the Holy Grail.
In this kind of large-scale war, he would always have Cursed Energy replenishment until every Cursed Spirit was dead.
Why would he fear a war of attrition?
That was why, facing Tamamo-no-Mae's army of Cursed Spirits, Eichi had declared, "I'll take on ten."
Should I flee?
The thought of retreat involuntarily arose in Tamamo-no-Mae's heart.
She looked up at the massive barrier that covered several tens of kilometers.
Where could she run?
Others might get away.
But as the main culprit of this war, the great sinner who sought to overthrow the Jujutsu World.
Tamamo-no-Mae's position was certainly being closely watched by many.
Others might be fine.
But what about Tengen?
Tengen hadn't participated in the battle at all.
Tamamo-no-Mae, who didn't know much about Tengen, assumed that she was definitely hiding somewhere inside the barrier.
Once she attempted to escape, Tengen would control the barrier to stop her.
Still in Tokyo, watching the live broadcast of this rare, once-in-a-millennium large-scale war through the barrier, Tengen.
"Hmm? I'm not human anymore, so why do I still feel like sneezing...?"
After pondering for a moment, she gave up thinking.
Catching up on the show was more important.
Since she had entered the Tombs of the Star to become a shut-in, Tengen hadn't gone out in hundreds of years.
This kind of grand event was extremely rare.
If she weren't no longer human.
And her body wasn't composed of barriers.
Tengen would've wanted Masamichi, who was waiting outside, to bring in some popcorn and soda.
From her observations, young people nowadays seemed to enjoy eating those while watching shows.
Returning her gaze to the battlefield.
Looking at the army of Cursed Spirits starting to show signs of scattering.
Tamamo-no-Mae, who had quickly recovered from Cursed Technique Burnout while undisturbed, was left with no choice but to send out a large number of clones to supervise the battle.
Tamamo-no-Mae's clones exuded a terrifying aura.
They drove the Cursed Spirits back into line.
"This tail is pretty. Let me touch it."
While Tamamo-no-Mae was focused on controlling the Cursed Spirits and draining the sorcerers' Cursed Energy.
A slender, pure-white hand reached out and touched her fox tail.
"Wow~ So smooth. Can I have some to make a blanket?"
Tamamo-no-Mae instantly exploded.
"Pervert, take your hand off me!"
She raised her right hand high and swung it down in a heavy slap at Satoru.
"Ouch, that's a bit much."
Satoru tilted his head back to dodge the slap.
"What's wrong with a little touch? It's not like you'll get pregnant. Stingy~"
Satoru looked at her with a resentful expression.
As if he were the one being harassed, not the one touching someone's tail.
"Get lost!"
Tamamo-no-Mae ignited in fury.
The roaring flames directly engulfed Satoru's head.
Satoru's slim figure instantly turned into a torch.
Through sheer ability, Satoru had become a fire chief ten years early.
It was just unclear whether, after this, he would be willing to try Jogo's hair perm service ten years later.
"Burn to ashes!"
More flames surged toward Satoru, engulfing him completely.
The pressure that had built up inside Tamamo-no-Mae due to the unfavorable battle situation exploded in this moment.
"Next is…"
Tamamo-no-Mae turned to look at her next target.
"Ah, already? I haven't roasted enough yet."
"Huh?"
She turned around in astonishment.
Satoru's figure was faintly visible through the flames.
"Is this Limitless? That's too much of a cheat!"
Tamamo-no-Mae launched a stronger attack.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."
Crimson light exploded outward.
Her flames were repelled by a repulsive force, scattering in all directions.
"So fast!"
Under Tamamo-no-Mae's shocked gaze.
Satoru's right hand, glowing with red light, touched her forehead.
"Naughty kids get a forehead flick~"
Thwack—
Tamamo-no-Mae felt a sharp pain in her forehead, then her entire body plummeted toward the ground like a meteor.
"Eh~ Good feel, and the sound is crisp. Better than Shoko's or Artoria's heads."
Satoru commented with satisfaction.
In the next moment, from the large crater where Tamamo-no-Mae landed.
A flood of malevolent Cursed Energy began spreading outward. Tamamo-no-Mae had fully activated the Sesshoseki within her, beginning her transformation into a Cursed Spirit.
"In that case, I'll devour all the Cursed Spirits and their remnants on this battlefield."
"All of you, die!"
Under her frenzied roar, the Cursed Energy storm released by the Sesshoseki swept across the entire battlefield.
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(To be continued.)