In JJK With Naruto Powers-Chapter 110: Torturing the Real Mahito

Just shortly after Choso left...

In the women's restroom

A short, hunchbacked figure walked in slowly.

Jogo took out his pipe and took a deep breath. He touched the ember insect around him and praised.

"You did a good job, go back."

Hearing this, the emeber insect, which had received approval from its master, cheered and flapped its wings, flying back into the mouth of the volcano.

Looking at Yuji who had fainted on the ground, Jogo smiled.

"I finally found you."

"The King of Curses from a thousand years ago, if you are the one to take action, you will definitely be able to kill Kazuma, right?"

...

At the same time

Empty streets of Shibuya

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The earth shook violently.

Kazuma controlled the Susanoo and moved forward slowly.

Ahead

Mahito had disheveled hair, twisted arms, and a charred body, as if he had been burned by fire.

All of this was the masterpiece of Kazuma's Amaterasu.

It must be said that Mahito had a strong desire to survive. He was burned by Amaterasu many times, yet he cut off his own body without hesitation.

However, this also caused him to become increasingly weak.

Although cursed spirits could quickly heal by consuming cursed energy, at this moment, Mahito had fallen into a dire situation.

Not only was his cursed energy exhausted, but even the stored artificial cursed spirits were used up.

"Run... find Jogo... wake up Sukuna, and we'll definitely kill him!"

"I must not let that devil catch us... otherwise, I will suffer a fate worse than death!"

The overwhelming urge to survive kept Mahito running endlessly.

As one of the disaster curses born from negative emotions, this was the first time he had been so humiliated.

It was also the first time he had felt the fear he had so often instilled in others.

This feeling was anything but pleasant.

Because, for the first time, the fear was coming from his own heart.

Thump!

Mahito stumbled and fell flat on his face.

Once a powerful special-grade cursed spirit who regarded all living things as worthless—

Someone who could easily kill or transfigure thousands—

Mahito was now tripped by a small stone and sent crashing to the ground.

Panicked, he pushed himself up, his bloodshot eyes darting back to the purple giant pursuing him, its massive blade gleaming.

At the center of the giant stood Kazuma.

At that moment, Kazuma bore a ferocious grin, holding Dagon's bleeding head in his hand.

Then, he casually tossed Togen's head downward.

It rolled and bounced like a basketball before finally landing in Mahito's trembling hands.

"Da...Dagon!"

Dagon was completely lifeless, reduced to just a head, his eyes still wide open in fear.

The sight sent a violent shudder through Mahito's entire body.

Kazuma released his Susanoo, and stepped in front of Mahito.

He grabbed him by the hair, lifting him off the ground so that only his toes scraped the dirt.

"Your allies risked everything to protect you."

"And yet... look at you. You still failed to escape."

Staring into Mahito's terrified, trembling eyes, Kazuma continued with a playful smile, "Tell me, how does the fear you created taste when you're the one experiencing it?"

Mahito said, "No... don't kill me! I don't want to die yet!"

Mahito completely broke down, wrenching himself free from Kazuma's grip and collapsing to the ground.

Like a desperate man escaping from an asylum, he clawed at the dirt and stones, flinging them wildly at Kazuma.

That was all he could do now—his last, pitiful attempt at resistance.

But the next moment shattered his final hope.

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As Mahito hurled dirt and rocks at him, Kazuma didn't even bother dodging.

Instead, he activated Kamui.

The debris passed straight through Kazuma's intangible form, having no effect whatsoever.

Mahito froze, staring blankly at Kazuma, his expression filled with horror.

What met his gaze was a pair of scarlet, sorrowful Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

Kazuma smirked and said indifferently, "Tsukuyomi."

At that moment, the sorcerers watching from the distant tower looked on in stunned silence.

"This... this... Why do I feel like Kazuma is the villain?"

Mahito's eyes were lifeless. He had fallen to his knees, his entire body convulsing.

His face contorted in unbearable agony, as if he was enduring an unimaginable torment.

As soon as the word "Tsukuyomi" left Kazuma's lips, Mahito's consciousness faded, and everything before him turned pitch black.

The next second, he found himself in another world.

The sky was blood-red, and countless crows circled above.

His limbs were nailed to a cold, iron cross.

Then, Kazuma's figure suddenly multiplied, splitting into countless versions of himself.

Each one wielded a gleaming sword—and they all lunged forward, stabbing Mahito mercilessly.

"Aaaaaaah!!!!"

His screams echoed through the empty streets of Shibuya.

At that moment, Mahito wished he could die just like Dagon had.

The indescribable pain, searing through his very soul, was all too familiar.

And then, just before his consciousness faded entirely, it finally hit him.

So this was the agony that his clone had suffered before relaying the sensation back.

Hanami was dead. Dagon was dead. And now, even the solace of death was beyond his reach.

For the first time in his existence, Mahito felt regret.

Jogo had been right.

The Prison Realm should have been used on Kazuma instead.

If he had faced Gojo instead, at least his death would have been quick.

Mahito's screams naturally reached the ears of the sorcerers watching from the tower in the distance.

"So... even a disaster curse can scream like that."

Maki sighed as she watched the scene unfold below.

Yet, oddly enough, hearing Mahito's cries gave her a sense of satisfaction.

While wiping blood off his sister's battle axe, Ui Ui complained, "Look at that, Kazuma's smile is terrifying. Even from here, it sends chills down my spine."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think Mahito was the good guy, and Kazuma was some evil sorcerer who does nothing but commit atrocities..."

"So, sister, I think you should stay away from Kazuma from now on."

"Tsk, what do you know, brat? Clean your axe properly. Kazuma is obviously smiling handsomely."

Nobara huffed in response, frowning.