A world where Cursed Spirits feed on unsuspecting humans and fragments of the legendary and feared demon, Ryomen Sukuna, that have been lost and scattered about.
Should any curse consume Sukuna's body parts, the power they gain could destroy the wor...
After splitting up with Megumi near Shibuya Tower, Yuji runs along the road towards the expressway. While dashing across a bridge, Yuji notices civilians are being attacked by transfigured humans down below.
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There's a large number of attackers, eating the people alive or tearing their body limps apart as a snack.
Yuji: You kidding...? There's so many of them! I can't just leave them be, but there's not enough time to save everyone! Dammit! What should I do?!
He looks around finds the entrance to Shibuya Station right beyond the crowd of panicked civilians and hungry transfigured humans.
Yuji: The station and Gojo-sensei are so close too!!
???: Roe!
Yuji: Who said that?!
Yuji looks below to see Inumaki, holding a megaphone.
Yuji: Inumaki-senpai!
Inumaki: Salmon!
Yuji: Please, help!
Inumaki: Salmon, salmon!
With the help from Inumaki, Yuji quickly leaves the scene and heads to the station, deciding it's best to leave it to his upperclassman.
Once Yuji leaves, Inumaki promptly unzips his turtleneck and pulls the megaphone close to his mouth for better output.
Inumaki: Don't move.
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10:10 P.M.
Shibuya Station
Yuji reaches the entrance to the station and runs inside. He hops over the ticket gate and finds the place in eerie silence.
Yuji: Sheesh, I hope I'm going the right way.
To the sorcerer's surprise, the building is pretty much abandoned.
Yuji: There's nobody here! Weren't there supposed to be a ton of people trapped down here?!
Yuji stops after going down a set of stairs as he comes face to face with Choso. They're both altered to each other's presence.
Choso: Yuji Itadori... he was with Raiden Yamaguchi during my brothers' deaths!
Gathering his blood, Choso compresses and condenses it to its limit between the palm of his hands.
