Fushiguro Megumi covered the wound on his chest, which was still seeping blood.
He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across this boundless Starry Sky. The trajectory of every star was eerily clear, as if he could touch them just by reaching out.
This wasn't an illusion.
Although the "ground" beneath his feet lacked a visible physical form, it felt as solid as a concrete floor.
An indescribable energy flowed in the air, neither Cursed Energy nor any power system he knew of.
"Gojo-sensei,"
he began, his voice slightly hoarse from blood loss. "Is this... Kama's Domain?"
The moment the word "Domain" left his lips, Kugisaki Nobara snapped her head to look at him, surprise flashing in her pupils.
Domain, a term known to all Jujutsu Sorcerers.
It was the symbol of a Special Grade, one of the highest realms a Jujutsu Sorcerer could reach.
If Kama truly was a Special Grade, then the terrifying strength she had displayed previously would have a logical explanation.
Or rather, precisely because she possessed such strength, she must inherently be a Special Grade. That was the most logical deduction.
Kugisaki Nobara's gaze darted back and forth between Fushiguro Megumi and Gojo Satoru.
She waited for the white-haired teacher to provide an answer.
Something like, That's right, this is Kama's Domain, super—amazing, isn't it?
Or at least an infuriating line like, Oh my, you figured it out.
But Gojo Satoru didn't.
He merely tilted his head, the corners of his mouth beneath the Black Blindfold curling into an arc. Then, he raised an index finger and wagged it gently in the air.
"Wrong~"
"Didn't your teacher just say it? This is inside Kama-chan's body—more than just the literal meaning of 'inside the body'~"
The trio: "...?"
Masamichi Yaga propped himself up to a sitting position with his one good arm, his frown deep enough to crush a fly.
He had lived for so many years, experienced countless battles, witnessed all sorts of bizarre Cursed Techniques, and had even personally cultivated an anomalous monster like Gojo Satoru.
But this phrase, "more than just the literal meaning of inside the body," had already surpassed the limits of his comprehension.
"Satoru,"
Yaga's voice was low and gruff. "Speak human."
"In human terms, it means—"
Gojo Satoru's words abruptly ceased.
Because at that very moment, the entire Starry Sky came alive.
Hundreds of millions of stars began to twinkle simultaneously, the rhythm of their light gradually unifying from chaos until they merged into a single frequency.
The flow of the galaxy suddenly accelerated, and those nebulas that were quietly suspended started to spin, expanding and contracting as if they were alive.
Ripples began to form beneath their feet, spreading outward ring by ring, dragging the stars along with them.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, including Ryomen Sukuna, the center of the Starry Sky began to condense.
Particles of light surged from all directions, as if drawn by an invisible gravitational pull, converging into a blurry humanoid outline.
Initially, the outline was merely a silhouette of light, devoid of details or physical substance.
But as more and more light particles gathered, the outline gradually became distinct and solid.
Long silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the tips swaying gently in the Void, every single strand flowing with the faint glimmer of stars.
Her figure grew taller and more elongated, shedding its petite form to transform into the graceful and slender curves of a young woman.
Her skin was a near-transparent porcelain white.
Beneath that fairness, the swirling nebulas and meandering patterns of the galaxy could faintly be seen.
The skin itself was slowly burning with a faint blue flame, wrapping the profound Starry Sky within.
Her body was almost entirely bare, with only a few strangely shaped ornaments gleaming with cold metallic light covering her chest, the roots of her thighs, and other private areas.
Those ornaments looked as if they were forged from solidified starlight, liquid luster flowing along their edges.
What truly made it impossible to look away were the "burning" parts on the surface of her body.
From her waist and abdomen down to her legs, large swathes of her skin had transformed into the Starry Sky.
The faint blue flames burned quietly.
As she stood there, her entire being was a miniature universe.
"..."
The air was dead silent for three seconds.
Masamichi Yaga closed his eyes almost reflexively.
His lips pressed into a thin line, veins throbbing on his forehead as he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth:
"How... how scandalous..."
The moment Fushiguro Megumi clearly saw the figure, he violently turned his head away.
The tips of his ears turned entirely red at a visible rate, the flush spreading all the way down his neck, and even his breathing hitched for a beat.
Only one thought was frantically looping in his brain:
See no evil, see no evil, see no evil—
Kugisaki Nobara's reaction was completely different.
Her pupils quaked, her mouth slightly open, and she maintained this expression for a full five seconds.
Her gaze started from Kama's face, which was both familiar and strange, and scanned downwards...
Her eyes lingered on a certain area for an exceptionally long time.
So long that Kama even raised her eyebrows slightly, her rose-red eyes casting a sideways glance, waiting for her to utter some shocked exclamation,
such as Just what kind of form is this or Are you really human.
Then she heard Kugisaki Nobara use all the strength in her body to let out a voice-cracking shout:
"Holy crap—! Did you get plastic surgery?!"
"..."
The expression on Kama's face went blank for a moment.
Kugisaki Nobara completely failed to notice the congealing atmosphere, her gaze still glued fiercely to Kama's chest. She raised a trembling finger and pointed in that direction:
"It definitely wasn't—wasn't like this before! The size isn't right, is it?! This is definitely wrong, right?! How did you do it?! Surgery?! Or some kind of Cursed Technique?!"
"..."
Kama stared at her silently, her wicked smile stiffening.
She raised a hand and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Sometimes I'm really curious,"
her voice remained as winding and bewitchingly alluring as ever, but listening closely, one could discern a trace of speechlessness.
"Exactly how many standard deviations away from a normal person is the structure of your brain?"
"Is that the main point?! Is that the main point?!" Kugisaki Nobara completely ignored her remark. "You—"
"Kugisaki," Fushiguro Megumi said with his eyes closed, his voice weak. "Please, stop talking..."
"Enough."
Kama lowered her hand from her forehead, her gaze shifting away from Kugisaki Nobara and landing on the four-armed figure not far away.
Ryomen Sukuna.
As well as the Golden Goblet in his hand, which was vibrating violently as the Black Mud churned at its rim.
As for Kenjaku?
That pitiful soul had long been completely swallowed and digested by the Black Holy Grail, becoming a nutrient to nourish All the World's Evil, without leaving even a single trace of residue.
The corners of Kama's lips slowly curled upwards, bit by bit.
That smile was so sweet it was almost eerie, and faint blue flames rose from her body.
"Hehe..."
Her voice echoed through the Starry Sky, its cloying sweetness laced with a danger that chilled to the bone.
"Found you~"
All four of Ryomen Sukuna's scarlet eyes narrowed simultaneously.
He didn't launch an attack immediately, instead examining Kama's current form with interest. His gaze moved from her burning starry skin and fixed onto her face.
"Hahahahaha—!!"
He suddenly burst into wild laughter, the sound vibrating the surrounding stars until they trembled slightly.
"Interesting! Too interesting! Woman, you're even more amusing than I imagined!"
He raised an arm, his pitch-black nails pointing at Kama.
"This appearance—are you trying to entertain me? With such a ridiculous method?"
Kama didn't answer.
Her figure swayed gently.
Then, in the next instant, she emerged from the Void behind Ryomen Sukuna.
Her arms wrapped around from behind, gently embracing Ryomen Sukuna's neck.
Her movements were as tender as a lover's embrace, her fair fingers caressing those pitch-black Cursed Markings on his skin, her fingertips carrying the slightly cool touch of starlight.
Her warm breath brushed against his ear, carrying a sickly sweet floral scent and a more profound aura.
"Are you..."
Her lips almost touched his ear, whispering softly, carrying a bewitchingly rhythmic tone.
"Looking forward to it?"
Ryomen Sukuna's body stiffened imperceptibly for a moment.
The scarlet light in his four eyes flickered, his pupils losing focus.
But at that exact moment——
"Hum—!!!"