In JJK With Naruto Powers

"Hanami, I owe you a favor."

"Can you use your cursed technique to make me another pipe later?"

The loss this time was quite big. The pipe that had been with him for many years was actually broken by that boy.

Hanami said, "Shut up!"

"You just burned a lot of lovely vegetation in that battle."

As a cursed spirit born out of fear of land based natural disasters, he was a little angry at the moment.

Sensing that there was no one chasing after them, he breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, compared to Jogo's life, Sukuna's container was obviously more important.

At this moment, Jogo suddenly shouted, "Be careful!"

The two curse's breathing stagnated, and they looked shocked.

They seemed to have sensed something.

Hanami felt a chill on his back and subconsciously used his cursed technique.

Countless vines interweaved to form a shield that protected him and Jogo.

Bang!

A bullet infused with cursed energy, spinning at high speed, pierced through the wooden shield.

At the same time, half of Hanami's body was blown to pieces and purple blood sprayed out.

The large-caliber bullet was deeply embedded in the rock wall.

Fortunately, Hanami had managed to protect Jogo's head at the last moment.

Otherwise, given Jogo's current condition, he would have instantly died from this shot.

Hanami reluctantly suppressed the fear in his heart and continued to run away.

As long as his head didn't explode, these injuries could be repaired quickly.

Just now… was that a gun made by humans?

Is this real?

He had experienced the power of guns before. Ordinary guns couldn't break his defense at all.

With the strength of the four disaster curses, they could even survive against missiles.

But this shot actually blew off half of his body.

If his head had been shot, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Jujutsu High actually has this kind of weapon hidden?

This important information must be told to "Geto" and Mahito.

...

"Hah..."

Kazuma exhaled, blowing away the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun.

As expected of a special grade Cursed Tool version of a sniper.

One shot actually destroyed half of Hanami's body.

And there was no need to worry about bullets because they were all generated by cursed energy.

The only drawback was that the recoil was quite strong.

An ordinary person would probably be blown away by it.

But to be honest, through observation with the sniper scope, he found that Hanami and the Queen of Curses Rika looked a bit similar.

Were they distant relatives?

Yuji blinked and said, "Hit? Hit?"

Kazuma replied, "Yeah. It's a pity. The opponent used his ability to protect his vitals, but half of his body is gone."

Half of his body is gone?

Is it that powerful?

The opponent is a special-grade cursed spirit.

Gojo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Not just them… even that cursed spirit had probably never expected Kazuma to pull out a sniper rifle.

It's really hard to figure this kid out. He had brought Yuji here specifically to broaden his horizons.

But who knew that Kazuma wouldn't play by the rules at all?

With just a glare, he inexplicably broke through the curse's domain.

Yuji learned nothing, and the exciting duel he had expected never happened.

And now?

Even more ridiculous—Kazuma actually pulled out a sniper rifle.

He looked at Yuji's eyes that were shining with excitement. He was clearly fascinated by the sniper rifle.

What's so fun about a sniper rifle?

Is it as powerful as his Hollow Purple?

Wait, it actually looked kinda cool.

Gojo placed a hand on Kazuma's shoulder and whispered, "Ahem, Kazuma-kun, this sniper rifle should be a special-grade Cursed Tool, right?"

"Can you lend it to me to play with?"

As for the source of the gun?

Gojo was too lazy to care.

Since Kazuma didn't say anything on his own, he naturally wouldn't ask too much.

...

On a golden beach

The sea breeze blew on their faces.

Mahito was leisurely flipping through a notebook filled with numerous names and information.

These were all artificial cursed spirits he had created through [Idle Transfiguration] over the years.

As if realizing something, he closed the book and glanced sideways.

He said, "You're back? Jogo looks pretty miserable."

"It seems that this time, it was Hanami protected Jogo."

Kenjaku looked at Jogo with a smirk and said, "Facing Gojo, it's already pretty good to have saved a head."

"How do you feel? In front of him, the strength you were so proud of became useless. But don't lose hope. After all, he is Gojo Satoru."

Jogo, still held in Hanami's palm, sighed and said, "Kenjaku, is there a second Prison Realm? I want to arrange one for Kazuma as well."

The moment he said this, the three looked at Jogo in confusion.

Even Dagon, who had suddenly emerged from the sea, curiously stared at the people on the shore with his big, round eyes.

Kenjaku asked, "Jogo, do you even realize what you're saying?"

Jogo's face was grim and he said, "When I used my domain, Gojo didn't even make a move."

"The reason I ended up like this was… just from a glance from Kazuma!"

"What did you say?!"

Hearing this, the usually calm and composed Kenjaku couldn't sit still.

Then, Jogo recounted everything that had happened inside the domain.

"That's how it happened. I thought it was Kazuma who only had a head left. But in truth—it was me."

"Even now, I still feel terrified."

Jogo looked dazed, his mind filled with those terrifying eyes.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Was it really as scary as Jogo said?

Could just a single glance alter reality?

That's way too unfair.

After a long while, Kenjaku touched Jogo's head and asked, "So, who do you think is the bigger threat—him or Gojo Satoru?"

Jogo hesitated, unsure how to answer.

By reputation, Gojo was undeniably more dangerous.

At least, they couldn't think of a way to defeat him.

But this time, Kazuma truly terrified him.

In the future, Jogo would rather fight Gojo than face Kazuma again.

At least with Gojo, he could die with some dignity.

Kenjaku and the others might look calm, but that's because they hadn't experienced it firsthand.

If they were in his place…

If they had been the ones trapped in that illusion and forced to face those eyes…

They wouldn't be asking that question.