Transmigrated Become Sukuna, but the host is Yukinoshita Yukino?

The formation moved?

Under its six vertical red eyes lined along its thin cheeks, Death narrowed its gaze without thinking.

Staring at the strange formation floating above the black-haired young man's head, the uneasy feeling in its chest grew even stronger.

Meanwhile, white afterimages of clones kept appearing one after another, endlessly charging at it.

And the clones were all ridiculously weak. They clearly weren't using up much of the young man's cursed energy at all.

Something felt wrong.

Faced with yet another rushing clone, Death thought for a moment and decided to fall back.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you're scared?" Seeing Death retreat, the black-haired young man smirked and mocked him. "If you're scared of just my clones, do you really think you can handle the real me? Might as well kill yourself now—it'd be quicker."

Death's retreat only made the clones press harder, like they were stepping all over it.

…

Flying straight at the cursed spirit, Feisheng slammed his fist hard into its stomach. Right after, he activated Technique Eight—a cursed energy slash that instantly cut through the spirit's whole body.

Bright red blood burst out like blooming flowers.

Grimacing in pain, Death swung down the black blade that extended from its hand, slicing a bloody line across the clone's chest.

The clone quickly jumped back, trying to heal with a reverse cursed technique.

This time, the clone was able to resist the instant death effect by using the reverse technique again and again. It staggered to its feet, looking like a drunk trying to stand straight.

It was still far from being able to move freely, but compared to before—when it couldn't even budge—it was clearly doing better.

My technique's effect is getting weaker!

Is it because of that magic circle?

Death figured out the circle's function, but there was no time to be surprised. The other clones had already rushed in. One of them kicked upward, hitting its chin and sending it flying into the air.

Before it could recover, another clone appeared above it and kicked it again.

Like a ball, it was knocked back and forth in the air by the clones' attacks, bouncing around until a final kick sent it flying back to where it started.

Death smashed into the ground, cracking the cement and spitting out a mouthful of dark purple blood.

These were just clones using one percent of the original's cursed energy—but that still meant something, depending on whose one percent it was.

And just because cursed energy was low didn't mean their physical strength was weak.

The cursed spirit turned into black mist, then reformed its body a short distance away.

That magic circle was seriously strange. If it killed a clone using a technique, the circle would spin—and each time it did, the power of its technique got weaker. Eventually, the technique might stop working altogether.

"So, as long as I don't use any techniques, I should be fine," Death muttered, pulling the black blade back into its palm.

The black-haired young man watching this smiled a little, as if he'd expected the spirit to react this way.

The surrounding clones that had quietly moved into place, surrounding the cursed spirit like a pack of demons, also smiled just like the original.

So you've finally figured it out and gave up using techniques, huh?

Invisible slashes flew out one after another. Death, noticing the attacks, didn't dare block them with a technique like before—afraid that even defending might cause the strange circle to spin again. All it could do was dodge.

But when invisible attacks came from all directions, how could it dodge them all by instinct alone?

Blood burst from several cuts on its body. Luckily, the clones' attacks weren't very strong. The wounds were shallow—nothing compared to the earlier aerial combo.

In just a moment, the injuries were healed with cursed energy. Before the clones could get close again, Death—the cursed spirit—made the first move.

It turned into black mist and shot toward the nearest clone. The clone slashed through the mist, but the attack only cut a gap in the fog, which quickly closed back up.

The black mist passed through the clone. Suddenly, an arm shot out from the mist and grabbed the clone's head. The mist turned back into its demon-like form, and with the head in its grip, it threw the clone at another one rushing in.

Then it spun around and punched.

The two fists clashed. A blast of white air exploded between the Hayashizaki clone and Death.

The spirit's twisted mouth beneath its six vertical eyes opened, showing two long, sharp fangs.

This kind of up-close, fist-to-fist fighting—this raw, physical brawl—felt way better than just using a technique to kill in one hit.

Since the day it was born, this was the first time it had fought like this. A strange feeling of joy rose up in its heart.

But before it could enjoy that feeling for long, several slashes landed on its back. Purple blood flew through the air as its body stumbled forward.

The clone that had just traded punches with it let go, grabbed its arm, and used full force to throw it over the shoulder, slamming it hard into the ground.

The ground cracked and caved in instantly. Splits spread out like spiderwebs.

A cursed spirit born less than a month ago—how could it match the skills of someone who'd trained through thousands of battles?

Without his technique, even dealing with clones was already hard enough.

In the end, sharp spikes still burst out from Death's body, piercing holes all over the clone in front of it.

But they weren't infused with any technique.

The corner of Hayashizaki's clone's mouth lifted slightly, and he let out a curious chuckle. "Oh? Looks like you're evolving too."

The holes on his body healed instantly with reverse cursed energy, allowing Death to break free for the moment.

But in no time, his vision was once again filled with figures darting toward him at lightning speed, accompanied by loud, cocky laughter. "Then watch closely and learn something!"

The attacks came even faster and smoother than before. The clones were now working together perfectly, like flowing water, like a sudden downpour.

The demon-like cursed spirit could only barely hold on under the constant flurry of strikes. Wounds kept piling up on its body, healed by cursed energy, only to get hurt again—over and over in a never-ending cycle.

Each individual clone was weak enough to deal with easily. But once they worked together, they became overwhelming and hard to stop.

At the same time, Death's combat skills were rapidly improving as it kept getting hit—like iron being hammered in a forge, getting harder and tougher with every strike.

Gradually, it went from being barely able to defend itself to landing some counterattacks while blocking the clones.

The endless barrage began to show gaps.

Grabbing one of the clones by the leg mid-kick, Death swung it like a weapon, forcing back the others, then threw it aside.

That's when he spotted the black-haired young man not far away, with a magic circle floating above his head.

"Finally caught you."

With a raspy voice, the demon grinned fiercely and reached toward the black-haired man, then clenched its fist tightly. "Death Coffin!"

In a flash, a pitch-black coffin shut around the young man. Without a limitless technique like Gojo Satoru's to protect him, being sealed inside meant instant death.

And judging by the feedback from the coffin, the black-haired man was indeed dead.

However, the floating magic circle didn't disappear. Instead, it suddenly shot toward Death.

"Did you really catch the right one?"

A playful voice suddenly came from behind the cursed spirit.

At the same time, it felt a massive surge of wild cursed energy rushing toward it.

Death whipped his head around, only to see Hayashizaki standing among the clones—no idea when he had slipped in. The cursed energy on his fist was far stronger than any of the clones had shown.

The magic circle returned to hover over Hayashizaki's head, spinning once again.

"When did you start assuming that the one with the circle on his head had to be the real one?" Hayashizaki grinned.

The cursed energy around his fist grew deeper, turning into a dark red glow. Twisted black lightning crackled from it, and space itself seemed to bend for a moment.

Black Flash!

Boom!

With a huge crash, the cursed spirit was punched flying like a cannonball, smashing through several broken walls before crashing into a pile of rubble.

A large hole had been blasted through its chest by the wild cursed energy. Its body was paralyzed by the black lightning, and even the cursed energy flowing through it had frozen.

Looking at the cursed spirit buried in the wreckage from his punch, Hayashizaki gave a wild grin that looked a bit like Gojo Satoru's. He ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back into a wild pompadour.

He turned his head. "Huh? Where'd she go?"

The black-haired girl had disappeared without a trace.

While Hayashizaki was fighting Death, Yukinoshita Yukino hadn't been idle either. Sensing cursed energy nearby, she had already gone off to take care of the other cursed spirits causing trouble in other areas.

She believed Hayashizaki would definitely win, so there was no problem if she wasn't there to watch.

Rather than staying to see him fight, the innocent people being attacked by cursed spirits nearby needed her more.

It was just a shame someone's little plan to show off in front of a student fell flat.

Clicking her tongue with a bit of regret, Hayashizaki calmly turned around as he heard noise from behind.

"Death" had already pulled itself out from the rubble, and the hole from the Black Flash punch had completely healed—but it was clearly much weaker now.

It no longer had the power it showed at the start.

It asked the same question again: "Who are you?"

If this guy wasn't even the strongest, then just how strong was that black-haired girl?

"Death" didn't really expect an answer. Right after asking, it raised one hand and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Domain Expansion: Quiet Higanbana."

The shell of the domain quickly spread out, wrapping the black-haired young man inside.

The deep night sky disappeared, replaced by a dull, muddy yellow one. A winding river stretched across the land, and bright red spider lilies bloomed all along its banks.

It looked like something from the afterlife.

Hayashizaki raised his eyebrows and formed hand signs: "Domain Expansion: Shadow Garden of Darkness."

The moment he spoke, the ground under his feet started to boil and surge like a spring had burst open. Black shadows poured out and soon covered the dusty yellow earth around him.

Behind him, a throne slowly rose from the sea of shadows, followed by tall, grand pillars. Divine Dog, Nue, Great Serpent... the shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique appeared one by one on either side. The stronger the shikigami, the closer it stood to the throne.

And behind the throne stood the massive and powerful cursed spirit general, Mahoraga.

A temple without a roof appeared in the yellow wasteland.

The bright red flowers bloomed all over the temple, showing the clash between both domains. Their guaranteed-hit techniques were canceling each other out.

It meant that "Death's" domain and Hayashizaki's domain were on the same level.

"Not bad at all."

The black-haired young man spoke as he sat on the throne. One hand rested on the armrest, the other propped up his face as he tilted his head, calmly watching the cursed spirit at the end of the river.

Without him saying a word, the shikigami began to move. They stretched their limbs, then all turned to face the enemy.

The blue wolf howled, the bird flapped its wings, the serpent hissed, the tiger pressed its claws to the ground—each shikigami showed its form and charged toward "Death."

As for Mahoraga, the sword once on its right forearm had become a giant gleaming halberd in the domain.

It grabbed the weapon and slowly sank into the sea of shadows.

Two short black blades extended from "Death's" palms again, and two sharp curved swords grew from behind its elbows.

One black and one white Divine Dog ran forward at full speed. One dove into the shadows, then jumped out in front of "Death," baring its fangs as it snapped from both sides.

But the twin blades stabbed straight through both dogs from their sides.

The instant-death technique triggered. The two Divine Dogs died at once and melted back into the sea of shadows.

A sharp eagle cry rang from above. Purple lightning crackled and poured down like a storm, covering the cursed spirit in bolts of electricity.

Smoke rose from its body right away, and its skin was burned and charred in several places.

But then, the short blade in its hand suddenly stretched out, slicing Nue in half.

The blade twisted and stabbed forward again, piercing straight through the back of Great Serpent's head from its open mouth.

Both shikigami turned back into shadows and vanished.

Suddenly, a thick tongue wrapped around "Death's" thin waist and flung it into the air.

As soon as it landed and barely steadied itself, the ground shook violently. A giant musk ox charged with its head down, and its thick, curved horns were grabbed by Death with both hands.

The ox pushed the cursed spirit forward, dragging it along and carving two deep trails in the dirt beneath the shadow. Then, with a twist of its head, the ox flung it into the air.

A deafening roar rang out as the tiger spirit burst from the shadows. Its massive paw, even larger than Death's body, slammed down, smashing it into the ground.

Right after that, a huge elephant fell from the sky, splashing up dark water all around.

In the next second, a flash of cold light sliced through the elephant, and it turned into shadow and disappeared.

Death spun around and raised its arms.

A huge black halberd came crashing down, smashing it hard into the ground and lowering its body by several inches.

Sparks flew as an axe blade clashed with a curved sword. Then, light flared from the axe, and the curved sword shattered. Death's arm was sliced off along with it.

Mahoraga swung the halberd sideways and sent Death flying.

The nightmarish cursed spirit rolled along the ground in a rough landing. Its severed arm couldn't be restored with cursed energy.

Just like the anti-curse sword, the halberd carried a kind of positive energy similar to reversed techniques. For cursed spirits, it was like poison.

The divine general let out a roar.

And on the throne, Hayashizaki's lips curled into a slight smile.

At the same time, Death's shikigami reappeared in the hall.

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