In JJK With Naruto Powers-Chapter 150: Alleviating Gojo’s Loneliness

Kazuma's body rippled like waves, distorting and blurring.

Whoosh!

He transformed into a vortex and merged into the Prison Realm.

Only Yuki was left standing there, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief.

Inside the Prison Realm

The space here was engulfed in darkness, where even a hand in front of the face was invisible.

Desolation and loneliness loomed everywhere.

Countless dry bones piled into a sea, like restless ghosts seeking salvation.

A lone figure lay atop the bone sea, legs crossed leisurely, wearing an expression of sheer boredom.

Trapped in this unique space, Gojo couldn't use his power to force an exit.

Worse yet, both time and space were sealed together.

Simply put, this was a parallel timeline, completely disrupted—time stood still.

Perhaps only a few days had passed outside, but inside, it felt like years.

"Ah... that damned fake tried playing the emotional card on me. If I get out, I swear—"

"The days without Kikufuku feel like an eternity."

Gojo pulled at his black blindfold and muttered to himself.

He had lost track of time but hoped the outside world was still intact. Then again, as long as Kazuma is there, things should be fine.

"Is this the inside of the Prison Realm? It's definitely not a place for humans."

A voice echoed.

Gojo nodded absentmindedly, agreeing, "Yeah, being surrounded by bones all day—it's like being prickled in misery."

"Hmm? Wait!!"

Realizing something was off, he abruptly sat up straight, scanning his surroundings.

In the distance, a vortex emerged, and Kazuma stepped out.

Kazuma was just taking a chance, but he had unexpectedly really entered the Prison Realm.

He had tried countless times before, always failing. Without specific coordinates, it was like groping in the dark.

"Kazuma?!"

Gojo ripped off his blindfold, staring in disbelief.

He reached out to touch Kazuma's shoulder but his hand passed right through.

Kazuma said, "Don't bother. I'm in a special state right now."

To prevent any accidents, Kazuma had activated Kamui before entering.

Kazuma held out a package of Kikifuku to Gojo.

Gojo said, "You really get me."

His eyes lit up. Grinning, he eagerly unwrapped the Kikufuku and took a bite.

"Mmm! That familiar taste. By the way, how's everything outside?"

Kazuma didn't hold back, explaining everything—the launch of the Culling Game, the execution orders from the higher-ups.

Gojo's face darkened instantly and he said, "Those old bastards took advantage of my absence to target my students and teachers?!"

"I should've wiped them out from the start!"

As realization struck, his expression twisted in anger.

"You're saying even Yaga has been sentenced to death?!"

Kazuma nodded and said, "He's imprisoned. Knowing him, he won't hand over the method to create Cursed Corpses. If the higher-ups lose patience, they'll act."

Yaga had disappeared after that day, supposedly taken by Gakuganji.

Silence filled the inside of the Prison Realm.

A few minutes later, a chuckle broke the silent atmosphere. Though casual, it dripped with killing intent.

"Kazuma, help me one more time. If you don't want to dirty your hands, leave the higher-ups to me. But save that stubborn old fool!"

The memory of Yaga's strict discipline surfaced in Gojo's mind. He might not have been the best principal, but he was an excellent teacher.

Kazuma's lips curled slightly and he said, "Alright, but you have to agree to one condition. We'll discuss details later."

Hearing this, a surprised look flashed across Gojo's face.

He said, "Since the day you entered Jujutsu high, I knew you were ambitious."

"You don't want me as your underling, do you? Well, if so, you'd have to beat me first."

Kazuma smirked and said, "Relax, I won't make it hard on you."

"The Culling Game has begun. Everyone's looking for Angel. You'll be out soon."

Then a vortex appeared where Kazuma stood—his five minutes were up. Time to leave.

Even with his abilities, he couldn't take Gojo out of the Prison Realm.

Space limitations aside, time itself had frozen him in place. The best Kazuma could do was enter and exit freely.

"Want to stay and chat?"

For a brief moment, the strongest man of his era looked pitiful. His usual easygoing manner made it seem like he was fine.

But inside this Prison Realm, loneliness gnawed at him.

Kazuma waved a hand and said, "No. If I stay, Yaga might really die."

"I'll visit again."

With a ripple, Kazuma vanished as if he had never been there.

Gojo was alone again.

The smile faded behind the blindfold as he let solitude consume him.

"Remember to bring more Kikufuku..."

...

Tokyo, Sendai

The city center was gripped with panic.

Everyone stared in horror at the colossal barrier—dark as a starless sky.

Days ago, it had appeared out of nowhere, splitting the district in two.

No one could see what lay beyond. They only heard bloodcurdling screams, flesh being torn apart, and desperate cries.

"Let me go! My son hasn't come out since he entered! I need to find him!"

"Don't be reckless! If you go in, you won't come out!"

Security officers restrained a sobbing woman.

Scenes like this played out everywhere as the Culling Game officially commenced.

On a tall building, a figure stood with hands hidden in his sleeves, watching the chaos below.

"See? Humans are so fragile. They'd die for such trivial things as family bonds."

Beside him, another figure observed the scene indifferently.

To her, the end of the world was meaningless—only one existence mattered.

Uraume said, "Ha! So your grand plan is just to start a bloodbath?"

"That's kind of...underwhelming."