Jujutsu Kaisen: I Can Manipulate Time.

At 7:37 PM on the 24th, the legendary King of Hundred Ghosts, Shuten-dōji, appeared in Shinjuku, Tokyo—reincarnated in physical form.

Naine—or rather, Shuten-dōji—after making her declaration, finally noticed the blade piercing her chest. The flesh beside her ribs squirmed, then split open, extending two additional arms. Twisting unnaturally behind her, they gripped the blade of Totsuka-no-Tsurugi.

As if unaffected, she drew the blade out. Shuten-dōji held the very sword that had once killed her and examined it closely. The wound across her chest and abdomen closed at an unnatural pace. She wiped the blood from the blade with her finger and licked it.

Her five twisted eyes shimmered with nostalgia. "Descendants of the Minamoto Clan…" Her gaze abruptly shifted to the Curse Masters who had summoned her. "Human, as a reward for awakening me, speak your desire."

The Curse Masters tensed. Her stare was not one of gratitude—it was the look of a predator savoring its next meal. Bracing himself, one spoke. "I have no desires. We've brought back the Hyakki Yagyō. Please, enjoy yourself"

As Shuten-dōji's wild laughter began to rise, the Curse Masters offered her the remaining two cursed swords.

"I have to ask," Kamihara Hajime said with a calm smile, stepping forward toward them, "have you decided how you want to die?"

Shuten-dōji's many eyes twitched in different directions, then without her volition, crimson flames burst violently from her body.

It was the signal.

As the flames surged, the scenery warped around her. One of the offered swords had vanished. The Curse Master who had held it remained kneeling, but his head was now missing.

Her smile vanished. Her eyes darted rapidly, locking onto the young man holding the Onikiri.

"Just speed? No... it's a Technique. I didn't even register it before my defenses reacted."

Shuten-dōji gripped the blade tightly, her other hands forming a seal. "You Jujutsu Sorcerers, always so troublesome."

"Hyakki Yagyō!"

Hajime, holding the stolen Onikiri, recalled what had happened. When he had tested an attack using his Technique, the blood flames had automatically erupted from Shuten-dōji's body to repel him.

Though it looked like fire, it was more than that—a specialized blend of offense and defense, lethal to both Cursed Energy and flesh.

Realizing his direct damage was limited, Hajime changed targets. He seized a sword and used Onikiri to eliminate the Curse Masters.

When Shuten-dōji used her unknown technique, Hajime turned to the nearby Jujutsu Sorcerers and shouted, "Get back, now!"

A surge of black cursed aura erupted from Shuten-dōji. Recognizing the threat, the Sorcerers immediately retreated.

"Haha! Come, all of you, offer yourselves to me! The Ōe Mountain Oni Domain shall rise once more!"

Then came a chilling sight. The surrounding Cursed Spirits stopped attacking the Sorcerers and surged toward Shuten-dōji.

Before they even reached her, their bodies twisted and disintegrated into smoke, flowing into her embrace.

From the churning black aura, several figures emerged. One stood out—a beautiful woman, half her face hidden behind her sleeve. Yet the longer one looked, the more her smile seemed... wrong.

A thick, jagged spear suddenly pierced through the cursed aura and embedded in the ground. More black-gray spears followed, rising to form a thorny cage.

Then a monstrous figure emerged—its enormous, grotesque face pushed aside the cursed aura. Fangs bared. Eight eyes. A massive, spider-like Cursed Spirit.

Nanami Kento loosened his tie and wrapped it around his hand, his expression cold as steel. Hajime called out, "Nanami-senpai, Naine's still alive temporarily because of her Technique. I'll handle her. Please take the big one."

Nanami's tense expression eased slightly. He glanced at the incoming Spirits and muttered, "We have to end this fast. She's absorbing them and evolving."

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Before he finished, Hajime appeared in front of Shuten-dōji in a flash. Her blood flames had been torn open in several places.

Hajime's right hand, gripping the sword, was scorched black, pain twitching through his muscles. Breaking through her defenses had caused serious backlash.

He activated Technique Reversal and his hand rapidly healed. Shuten-dōji's eyes narrowed as she examined the slashes across her body.

That brat had wounded the "Oni King's Body"? And that sword—Onikiri—wasn't it designed to destroy flesh?

And that healing… was that Reverse Cursed Technique? No, something else. These Sorcerers were annoying before. Now, they're even more troublesome. And that distant impact just now...

She turned her attention briefly to the other side of the battlefield, where a massive Cursed Spirit had been vaporized in one strike. The shockwave shattered glass from every nearby building.

"That Sorcerer must've been Gojo."

Both Shuten-dōji and Hajime reached the same conclusion: they had to end this quickly.

Gojo-sensei wouldn't act without reason. Hajime remembered their rushed contact—sending him and Panda away. There could only be one explanation: something had gone wrong at Jujutsu High.

Was Suguru Geto after Rika? Was his Technique misunderstood? Perhaps Geto had a hidden trump card, one that absorbed Cursed Spirits under Binding Vows...

Shuten-dōji, too, seemed to wield a similar power. She not only transformed absorbed Spirits into new Curses, but enhanced herself with them.

She glared at Hajime, a twisted smile spreading across her face. Her hand pointed to a nearby car, and blood-colored Cursed Energy spilled from her body, engulfing the vehicle.

Its metal frame melted, plastic and rubber disintegrating instantly.

From it, molten iron rose, shaped into a weapon's handle under her control.

She grasped it, the heat warping the air around her, but leaving her unscathed.

With a tug, she pulled a monstrous club from the wreckage, its cylindrical body covered in jagged spikes, each like a mouth ready to bite.

Now, she held a sword in one hand, a spiked club in the other. Her remaining hands poised to tear Hajime apart.

"Let's start with an area attack..."

She smashed the club into the ground, the impact powerful enough to shatter steel.

Hajime entered Time Null State, hoping to get close and either injure her again or reclaim Totsuka-no-Tsurugi. With its armor-piercing potential, it could be a game-changer.

But as he neared, he realized: her earlier attack was a cursed energy field. If he got close, the blood flames would be triggered again.

Even if Time Null protected him momentarily, once he exited it, the cursed energy would ignite.

He shifted his focus. Nanami Kento was locked in combat with two targets—the distorted woman and the spider.

The woman's charm had faded. Her left arm was now revealed—greenish-black and monstrous.

Her right hand fell away from her face, revealing twisted features beneath. Her lower face was a grotesque mask of fangs.

The female demon and the spider fought in tandem, overwhelming Nanami.

Hajime struck first, beheading her with Onikiri. He swiftly dismembered her body and drove the blade through her heart.

Nanami saw the Spirit's head drop in shock. Its limbs disconnected, spraying blood from its chest.

He shifted, cleaved the flying head midair, and charged the spider.

Ten Lines Technique!

The spider's legs split into ten segments in Nanami's eyes.

His Technique struck precisely at the critical seven-to-three point of each limb, and when paired with Black Flash…

His glowing strike cleaved through a leg like bamboo.

Seizing the imbalance, Nanami struck again—two more Black Flash-enhanced blows severed the legs.

Black Flash, triple combo!

He stomped the collapsing body, launched into the air, and locked onto its head—ten segments again. A thunderous overhead strike crashed down like a black dragon, cleaving it in perfect symmetry.

Black Flash, quadruple combo!

Nanami turned toward Hajime. Shuten-dōji was still engulfed in blood flames, while Hajime flickered around her like a broken frame in a video.

Each reappearance triggered eruptions of cursed fire. Shuten-dōji gritted her teeth and swung her club wildly.

Sometimes, she alternated Totsuka-no-Tsurugi and Spider Cutter to fire off blinding sword strikes, though they mostly missed—just distractions to limit Hajime's movements.

"This kid's recovery is insane!" she thought.

Every time Hajime healed, his Cursed Energy surged again, nullifying her oni flames. Her energy was draining fast.

And Gojo could attack at any moment.

She had no time left.

Shuten-dōji slammed her club into the earth. A tidal wave of flame burst outward. Hajime and Nanami were pushed back. Cursed Spirits hurled themselves into the fire like moths to a flame, rippling through it.

She raised both cursed swords. Her other two hands formed a complex hand sign—thumbs and pinkies touching—and a torrent of cursed energy erupted.

"Domain Expansion: Ōeyama Hyakki Yagyō!"

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Think of this fanfiction as an AU

Though it'd eventually follow canon.

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