English Translation:

Blood drips slowly across the cracked ground.

Choso stands firm, facing Naoya.

“I am the eldest of ten brothers.”

Naoya frowns. That was not the answer he wanted.

“I asked about your cursed technique,” he replies coldly. “And your durability.”

Before the words fully settle, Naoya moves.

He attacks instantly.

But this time, something changes. Choso adjusts to the attack. His body reacts faster than before, matching Naoya’s rhythm.

Naoya notices immediately.

He enhanced his muscles.

Choso is strengthening his body using blood manipulation — increasing physical power by accelerating blood flow and reinforcing his muscles.

But Naoya does not slow down.

He keeps attacking.

“I always assume my opponent will counterattack,” Naoya says calmly.

Choso steps back slightly.

Naoya clicks his tongue.

“You’re troublesome.”

For the first time, Naoya considers using something he normally avoids.

A weapon.

“You can control blood,” Naoya says. “You can stop bleeding. But how long can you keep fighting?”

Choso studies him carefully.

“You came prepared.”

Naoya sighs.

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“Honestly… sorcerers using weapons never felt elegant to me. That’s why I usually hide them.”

In his mind, sorcerers who rely on weapons are weak. Many of them carry tools just to show off power they do not truly possess.

He even criticizes his own brother for it.

Choso looks at him quietly.

“So you hate your brothers.”

Naoya answers without hesitation.

“Yes.”

“To me, older brothers who are weaker than their younger ones have no value. They should simply disappear.”

For a moment, the battlefield goes silent.

Then Choso responds.

“Perhaps you are standing here today because of them.”

Naoya’s eyes narrow.

“What did you say?”

Choso speaks calmly, but every word carries weight.

“An older brother does not have to be the strongest. He only needs to be someone his younger brothers can learn from.”

If an older brother walks the wrong path, the younger ones learn to avoid it.

If he walks the right path, they follow.

Choso continues.

“What if you became strong because your brothers were weak?”

Naoya says nothing.

Choso finally answers the original question.

“You asked why I’m so durable.”

His voice becomes heavier.

“I had no one to guide me.”

So he made mistakes. Again and again.

But even so… he had to move forward.

For the sake of the brothers behind him.

“That is why I am strong.”

Then Choso releases an enormous amount of blood.

It spills across the battlefield.

Naoya’s eyes widen.

How is he still alive after losing that much blood?

The answer lies in Choso’s nature.

As a Death Painting Womb, his blood is a mixture of cursed spirit and human. He can convert cursed energy directly into blood.

As long as his cursed energy remains… he will not die from blood loss.

Naoya instinctively steps back.

The battlefield becomes a red mist.

Blood fills the air, limiting vision.

Naoya studies it carefully.

The blood is moving slowly.

Too slowly.

He assumes Choso is weakening.

Perhaps the blood loss is finally catching up to him.

But in the next instant—

Choso appears from the side.

And fires a concentrated blood attack directly toward Naoya.

Naoya immediately realizes something critical.

He cannot allow that blood to touch him.

Choso follows with a kick.

A small amount of blood lands on Naoya’s clothes.

At first, it seems harmless.

Then Naoya feels it.

His legs begin to feel heavy.

Choso is controlling the blood that touched him.

Even the smallest drop becomes a tool.

Choso speaks calmly.

“Now you understand.”

“This is checkmate.”

Naoya refuses to accept it.

His technique operates in frames — twenty-four movements per second. Even if he appears frozen for a moment, he can still move by following those preset frames.

“Go ahead,” Naoya says. “Try it.”

But Choso does not attack immediately.

Naoya becomes confused.

Why wait?

Because the real attack has already begun.

This technique is something Choso created himself.

The result of more than 150 years of training.

Choso raises his hand.

“Supernova.”

The blood scattered around the battlefield suddenly explodes outward.

Thousands of compressed blood spheres detonate simultaneously.

Naoya is caught in the center.

Choso watches him with quiet disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“But you never loved your brothers.”

The battlefield fills with red bursts of energy.

And then—

A new presence appears behind them.

Yuta arrives.

Yuji’s body hangs in his arms.

Choso’s eyes widen.

“Yuji—”

Before he can react, Yuta strikes.

Choso is already exhausted. The blow sends him crashing to the ground.

Yuta looks down calmly.

“Looks like you’re hurt.”

Nearby, Naoya struggles to stand.

Yuta approaches him and begins using Reverse Cursed Technique — restoring his injuries.

The battle pauses.

But the tension only grows stronger.

Because Yuji Itadori… still lies motionless.