Helping Sukuna's Special

Fushiguro Megumi planned to deal with the quasi-special grade Cursed Spirit first and then assess the situation. However, he suddenly sensed that the aura of the Cursed Spirit in front of him was changing.

Surrounded by a thick black mist, the Cursed Spirit began to shrink and condense, becoming smaller yet far more menacing.

The energy it radiated was terrifying, far beyond what they had faced before.

"Hey, Itadori, Fushiguro," Ryujin's voice cut through the tension, "this Cursed Spirit has evolved under the influence of Sukuna's finger. It's now a special grade Cursed Spirit."

Behind his sunglasses, Ryujin's suspected Six Eyes analyzed the transformation, confirming the Cursed Spirit's sudden surge in power.

This unexpected development also revealed something crucial to Ryujin—his eyes were indeed the legendary Six Eyes, although not as complete as Gojo Satoru's.

They lacked the full 360-degree vision and rapid analytical capabilities, but this realization still pleased him greatly.

Fushiguro Megumi's heart sank at the news. A special grade Cursed Spirit? He was already struggling against a quasi-special grade, and now, not only had it ascended to a special grade, but there was also another special grade Cursed Spirit nearby, closing in on them.

'Two special grade Cursed Spirits... this is almost a death sentence,' Fushiguro thought, feeling the weight of the situation crush down on him.

Desperate, he turned to Ryujin, the only person who might be able to help. "Ryujin," he called out, "under what conditions can I ask you to take action?"

Fushiguro didn't want the mission to fail, nor did he want Itadori to die at the hands of this special grade Cursed Spirit.

He was aware that Ryujin had a hidden power, having already summoned the Divine Dogs and hound Dog. His only hope now was that Ryujin would choose to help them.

Ryujin raised an eyebrow, glancing at Fushiguro with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

'Fushiguro, you don't actually need my help. Itadori can handle this special grade Cursed Spirit once he swallows Sukuna's finger,' Ryujin thought. But the earnestness in Fushiguro's request made him reconsider.

'Well, Since Fushiguro-san has asked for my help. It might not be a bad idea to step in, especially if it makes Gojo Satoru not suspect me when he arrives.' Ryujin Thought.

A playful smile curled Ryujin's lips. "Fushiguro-san, if you want me to take action, you'll have to pay for it."

Fushiguro's heart skipped a beat. "What is the price?" he asked urgently, willing to offer anything to get rid of the special grade Cursed Spirit and protect Itadori.

Ryujin's smile widened, knowing he held all the cards in this desperate situation. "Nothing too complicated," he replied. "Just your unwavering cooperation when I call for it in the future. Deal?"

"After all, there was still another special-grade Cursed Spirit looming nearby that they would need to confront."

Ryujin mused, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's do this, Fushiguro-san. Just promise me a condition for the future—something that won't violate your principles and is definitely within your capabilities."

This was a spontaneous request, born from the memory of Sukuna and Itadori's conversation in the original story, which ultimately set the stage for Fushiguro Megumi's fateful encounter witj sukuna.

"Okay! I agree," Fushiguro Megumi responded after a brief hesitation. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and he couldn't afford to be picky about his allies, even if they were as enigmatic as Ryujin.

"Ryujin, please take action."

At that moment, the battle against the special-grade Cursed Spirit was growing more dire.

Hound Dog and Nue were barely holding their ground, and Itadori, despite his best efforts to distract the Cursed Spirit with Sukuna's finger, was nearly caught multiple times.

The situation had escalated to the point where Fushiguro Megumi could no longer afford to hesitate.

"Okay! The contract is established!" Ryujin declared, standing up and casually dusting off his clothes. With a confident wave of his right hand, he called out, "Hound Dog, Nue! Come on."

In an instant, Ryujin's shikigami surged forward, joining the fray to assist Fushiguro Megumi and Itadori.

…

But as the battle raged on, doubts began to creep into Fushiguro Megumi's mind.

"Why did I ask him for help?" he wondered, watching as Ryujin's hound Dog and Nue were knocked aside by the special-grade Cursed Spirit.

The scene was a far cry from the decisive victory he had hoped for.

"Why did I think Ryujin could defeat this special-grade Cursed Spirit?"

Fushiguro Megumi had been swayed by Ryujin's unshakable calmness from the start, but now that calm seemed misplaced.

Ryujin's shikigami were only managing to keep the Cursed Spirit at bay, not exorcise it.

The critical situation had driven him to seek help from Ryujin, but now he questioned that decision. His anxiety only deepened as the second special-grade Cursed Spirit drew closer.

'What is this guy really about?'Fushiguro Megumi's thoughts raced. 'If he's not as strong as he seems, why hasn't he escaped yet? Can't he feel the presence of the other special-grade Cursed Spirit? Didn't I already warn him?'

Fushiguro Megumi knew that Itadori was staying because of him, but what was keeping Ryujin here? Did he intend to stay and become food for two special-grade Cursed Spirits?

Unable to make sense of Ryujin's motivations, Fushiguro Megumi felt a growing sense of resignation. His only hope now was that Gojo-sensei would notice the abnormal situation and arrive in time to save them.

He only hoped that Ryujin wouldn't be scared away by the presence of another special-grade Cursed Spirit and could hold on until Gojo Satoru arrived.

The battle between Shikigami, Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuji, and this special-grade Cursed Spirit had reached a stalemate.

A breaking point was slowly approaching.

Fushiguro Megumi didn't know when Gojo Satoru would return, but he could clearly sense that the other wandering special-grade Cursed Spirit had arrived.

At this moment, Itadori, despite his lack of magic power, felt the presence of the new special-grade Cursed Spirit.

His face changed drastically as he flashed around, glancing at Sasaki and Iguchi-senpai lying nearby and at the battered Fushiguro Megumi. A decision flashed in his mind.

"Fushiguro, if I eat this Cursed Object, I can gain powerful curse power, right?"

Itadori Yuji seemed to be asking, but he already had the answer in his heart.

"Don't do it, Itadori!" Fushiguro Megumi's eyes widened with shock as he guessed what Itadori Yuji intended. "It won't work! Even if you gain power, Jujutsu laws would mean you'd be exorcised by a Jujutsu master."

But Itadori Yuji couldn't hear Fushiguro Megumi's pleas. He was determined to prevent Fushiguro Megumi from dying here, even if it meant risking his own life.

Seeing Itadori Yuji about to swallow Sukuna's finger, Fushiguro Megumi's heart sank into despair.

Just then, a voice interrupted.

"Hey, are you looking down on me? Fushiguro, I've already promised you, haven't I?"

Ryujin walked up to Itadori and slapped him on the back, knocking the Sukuna finger out of his hand.

"Ryujin, what are you doing?" Itadori Yuji's eyes widened in confusion and frustration. He had been trying to use the finger to save Fushiguro Megumi. Did Ryujin's intervention mean abandoning their chance of survival?

Seeing that Itadori Yuji had not swallowed the finger, Fushiguro Megumi breathed a sigh of relief. However, his relief was short-lived as a massive, menacing white Cursed Spirit head appeared behind Itadori Yuji and Ryujin.

This white Cursed Spirit head, with its metallic sheen, radiated a pressure far greater than the Cursed Spirit they were fighting.

Fushiguro Megumi felt a wave of despair.

The two special-grade Cursed Spirits were finally converging, and he felt utterly helpless.

"Itadori, Ryujin! Run quickly!" Fushiguro Megumi shouted, his last attempt to save them.

Because of this warning, Fushiguro Megumi took another brutal hit from the special-grade Cursed Spirit, spewing a mouthful of blood.

Itadori Yuji, following Fushiguro Megumi's gaze, turned to see the second special-grade Cursed Spirit's head. He froze in terror.

"This is a disaster..." The thought crossed Itadori Yuji's mind. He felt that tonight, he, Fushiguro Megumi, and Ryujin would all perish here in an untimely and incorrect manner.

Why had Ryujin stopped him from swallowing Sukuna's finger? Maybe if he had swallowed it, they could have been saved.

He could have died surrounded by people.

As Fushiguro and Itadori both lost hope and fell into despair, Ryujin's laughter echoed through the chaos.

"Lizi, you're here."

{A/N: May I ask for some reviews, My kind sirs?}