Vessel // Jujutsu Kaisen x reader

36. Showdown

"Are you familiar with the Maximum techniques? Apart from domains, they are cursed techniques' most supreme art. The Curse Manipulation Technique: Maximum Uzumaki... combines all cursed spirits I have absorbed into one and hits my opponent with super condensed cursed energy." The man looking like Suguru Geto explained before snickering.

"Why're you laughing?" Yuuji Itadori asked, blood dripping from every inch of his body, clothes ripped and on his knees from the fight that has temporarily come to a halt.

"Oh, sorry. I realized I had suddenly started acting like him. We were talking about Uzumaki." The man hummed, as if that had helped with the confusion.
"Uzumaki is powerful, but using it means I negate Cursed Spirit Manipulation's advantage– the great number of moves at my disposal. So at first, I didn't find it to be exciting. I simply thought of it as recycling low-grade cursed spirits."

While the man kept talking, Yuuji stayed on the ground, catching his breath, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

"But I was wrong. It's true value is revealed when cursed spirits of semi-grade 1 or higher are used and... the technique is... extracted." And like that, he swallowed the condensed cursed ball that was once Mahito, his throat bulging from the movement as he stared up into the sky.
"How foolish."

A step forward as a displeased smile spread on Suguru Geto's face.
"Did you think I would not notice... something that you had sensed?"

Up above Nishimiya was riding her broom, floating directly over the sorcerer, the lamp hanging off her broom flaring up like a flare.

A signal.

And just a moment later, arrows were raining down on the fake Suguru Geto, to which he dodged them without much trouble and then–

Bang!

"A sniper rifle? I like that!" The man laughed, the bullet meant for his head dropping into his palm as the cursed spirit he used as a shield dissipated again.
"I agree that it's wise to use conventional weapons when attacking a sorcerer."

New Shadow Style

Miwa suddenly appeared behind him, hand on the handle of her katana, a deep frown on her face and a determined look in her eyes.

Batto Sword Drawing!

Her sword hasn't even made it close his body before the blade shattered from the man's grip.

"Maximum... Uzumaki." He spread his arms, the stitches on his forehead glistening in the light.

"NO! DON'T!"

But Yuuji's shout was too late. Miwa had taken the hit head-on, being wiped off her feet and thrown across the battlefield, dust kicking up from the attack, blinding everyone's view.

"New Shadow Style, huh? It certainly is nice..." Another calm step forward as the dust slowly settled, revealing a big crater. The ground now sporting a big hole that reached into a dark pit below.
"... facing someone with a little know-how."

"Kusakabe!"

On the other side of the crater, Miwa is perfectly fine, the earlier attack being blocked by Kusakabe, his sword drawn, blood dripping from his head as he huffed.

"You shouldn't be out in front!" Nishimiya yelled, having been the one that had swooped Miwa away.

"Well, not like there's any choice!" Utahime, who had appeared alongside the swordsman, had yelled back, concerned about her students.