Zenin Estate. Second Underground Level.
BANG!
Mirai waved his hand. A thin, withered branch shot out from the Kamui Dimension and pierced the pool of blood.
Splash!
Dark purple ripples spread across the surface. A corpse, pale and bloated, slowly rose from the depths, dragged by the branch.
The branch pulsed with white light, infusing Cursed Energy into the body.
One second. Two seconds.
Thump-thump.
Naobito's eyes widened. A heartbeat?
The corpse's skin shifted, turning chalk-white. Its features dissolved and reshaped until they matched the face of the creature Shoko had dissected.
"Are you awake?" Mirai asked softly.
He tossed a folded Akatsuki cloak onto the ground.
"You..."
The corpse sat up. Its eyes snapped open.
"What the hell, Mirai-boy?!" White Zetsu shouted, his voice identical to before. "I was just about to watch the climax of the show! Why did I black out?!"
Zetsu stood up, completely naked, and started putting on the cloak.
"Poor me! That was Body #9527! I finally got used to the fit, and you ruined it!"
Zetsu patted his new head. "By the way... what did you dump into the Gedo Mazo? My brain feels like it went through a blender!"
Mirai pursed his lips. "Blame Gojo Satoru. He didn't give me time to warn you."
When Mirai transferred the infinite information of Unlimited Void into the Statue, the feedback overloaded the hive mind. Every White Zetsu connected to the Statue crashed instantly.
"You did this?!" Zetsu gritted his teeth. "I knew it!"
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The Bath.
Zetsu finished dressing and looked around.
"Hey, Blondie! You've got work to do!"
Haruta Shigemo, who was happily hacking away at a Cursed Spirit, turned around.
"Boss Zetsu! Long time no see!"
Zetsu ignored him and turned to Naobito.
"Hey, Old Man! Stop staring at my junk!" Zetsu struck a pose. "Impressed by my captivating figure? I learned these moves from late-night TV!"
Naobito looked away, disgusted. This thing watches porn?
"Alright, Zetsu," Mirai interrupted. "How is the connection? Any lag?"
Zetsu closed his eyes. "Nope. Don't worry. This body is pristine."
"The Bath did its job. The original soul is completely gone."
Mirai looked into the depths of the pool.
The "Bath."
Modeled after the ritual Ryomen Sukuna used to sink Megumi Fushiguro's soul.
The pool was filled with a solution of crushed Cursed Spirits and liquefied Curse Users. This "soup" of malice was used to marinate corpses, suppressing the original soul so deep that it vanished.
This allowed White Zetsu to possess the bodies without resistance.
Originally, Mirai tried using fresh corpses. But the residual souls fought back, causing Zetsu to glitch.
So, he built this Hell.
Mirai glanced at Haruta. "Where is the Tanner?"
"Ah! Juzo-san is in his workshop," Haruta bowed. "He's making a new rack."
"Good. Continue your work."
Mirai walked past the pool, heading deeper into the facility.
Haruta wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Another peaceful day. Lucky~"
He turned back to the screaming Cursed Spirit.
"Now... where were we, cutie?"
SLASH!
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The Workshop.
Mirai, Naobito, and White Zetsu walked down a dimly lit tunnel.
The smell of sawdust and iron filled the air.
At the end of the hall, a bald man with an apron made of human skin was hammering a piece of bone.
Juzo Kumiya. The Curse User famous for making furniture out of people.
"Yo," Juzo grunted, not looking up. "The Clan Head is here?"
"I need a new sword," Mirai said. "Something durable. And I have a new material for you."
He tossed Playful Cloud onto the workbench.
"Can you modify this?"
Juzo's eyes lit up. "Special Grade? Heh. This will be fun."
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