The 5th Special Grade | Jujutsu Kaisen

In the timeless expanse of Eir's Domain Expansion, Sanctuary of the Eternal Bloom, Furōkawa and Eir clashed repeatedly, their battles stretching over what felt like hours. Each bout ended with alternating victories, yet Furōkawa noticed a disconcerting pattern: no matter how decisively he defeated Eir, she would rise again, unscathed and ready to continue.

After the sixth such resurrection, Furōkawa, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat, tightened his grip on Onamazu. "What are you?" he demanded, frustration evident in his voice. "Why won't you stay down?"

Eir, her expression serene despite the intensity of their combat, touched the earring on her right ear. "This earring grants me continuous revival," she explained calmly. "As long as I wear it, I cannot be permanently defeated."

Furōkawa's eyes narrowed, understanding dawning upon him. "So, to end this, I need to take that earring."

Eir nodded. "Precisely. Only by removing it can you truly overcome me."

As they prepared to engage once more, Eir's gaze softened, and she began to speak, her voice carrying a weight of ancient memories.

"Long ago, during the Golden Age of Sorcery in Japan, I was known as Sigrun. I wielded golden spiked wings, a massive golden sword named Excalibur, and adorned myself in radiant golden armor. My powers were blinding, and I stood fiercely against many formidable sorcerers."

Furōkawa listened intently, the intensity of their battle momentarily giving way to the gravity of her tale.

"But then, I faced Ryomen Sukuna," Eir continued, her tone tinged with a mix of reverence and sorrow. "In that confrontation, I met death for the first time. To preserve my existence, I split my dying spirit into nine distinct forms, each embodying a facet of my being."

She listed them, her voice echoing with the weight of history:

• Geirdriful

• Brynn

• Gondul

• Hrist

• Mist

• Rota

• Gunnr

•Herself, Sigrun

• And me, Eir.

"We became known as the Valkyries," she said. "For centuries, we lay dormant in Europe, under the watch of a Danish sorcerer task force affiliated with the Japanese sorcery world."

Furōkawa's brow furrowed. "What awakened you?"

"The resurgence of the Six Eyes," Eir replied. "The return of such immense cursed energy stirred us from our slumber. Coincidentally, your own birth occurred a decade after the Six Eyes, setting you on a path to confront us."

Furōkawa absorbed this revelation, a mix of surprise and intrigue evident on his face. "So, your awakening and my emergence as a sorcerer are connected."

Eir nodded. "Indeed. Our original purpose was to return alongside the Six Eyes to challenge and defeat Sukuna, as foretold by a sorcerer with stitches on his head who warned of Sukuna's return."

Furōkawa's eyes widened. "A sorcerer with stitches… That must be the most wicked sorcerer in history, Noritoshi Kamo!"

Eir continued, "However, your unexpected existence altered our course, turning us into your adversaries instead."

Furōkawa clenched his fists, the weight of her words settling upon him. "The Six Eyes… That's Satoru Gojo. My teacher. He's our best hope against Sukuna."

A glimmer of hope appeared in Eir's eyes. "Then perhaps our mission can still be fulfilled."

Determination surged within Furōkawa. "I won't let your sacrifices be in vain."

With renewed resolve, Furōkawa launched into another assault. This time, he focused on disarming Eir, aiming for her earring. Every strike of Onamazu carried precision and ferocity, and each clash of their weapons sent resounding echoes through the field of eternal flowers. But Eir moved with the grace of a Valkyrie, her glaive slicing through the air with blinding speed. As Furōkawa closed the distance, his cursed energy flared, summoning Spears of Putrefaction from the ground. Blackened spears erupted in a wave, aimed directly at Eir. She deflected the first barrage effortlessly with her glaive, spinning in a blur of radiant energy, but Furōkawa pressed the attack, closing the gap with each step. Eir's voice rang out amidst the chaos. "You fight well, Furōkawa, but your resolve falters. You hesitate, even now. You'll never take the earring from me with that weakness."

Her words struck a nerve. Furokawa gritted his teeth, dodging a deadly arc of her glaive. I don't hesitate, he thought, channeling his cursed energy into a Rotten Surge. This new technique used Putrefaction Spears in the ground to create a pool of corrosive energy. The ground beneath Eir bubbled with corrosive fluids, the pristine flowers wilting and dissolving into sludge. The field of eternal bloom warped and twisted, darkened by Furōkawa's technique. Eir faltered slightly as the ground beneath her feet grew unstable. Furōkawa seized the moment, darting forward with a roar. Onamazu's hilt struck her chest, and his free hand shot toward her right ear, fingers brushing against the delicate earring.

Eir's eyes widened, a flicker of desperation breaking through her calm composure. "No!" she cried, swinging her glaive wildly. Furōkawa ducked under the arc, his hand closing around the earring.

With a triumphant pull, he tore it free.

The effect was immediate. Golden light burst from Eir's body, her form flickering as if caught between existence and dissolution. She dropped to her knees, her glaive clattering to the ground.

Furōkawa, clutching the earring, attached it to his own ear, a surge of energy coursing through him as the Crest of Resurrection bonded with his cursed energy. He stepped back, watching Eir struggle to lift her gaze to meet his.

Her voice was faint but steady. "You... have done well. Carry... our will forward. Fulfill our vengeance... against Sukuna."

A flicker of sorrow crossed Furōkawa's face. "I will." he promised.

With a decisive motion, he plunged Onamazu into her chest. Her body dissolved into golden light, and the domain shattered, leaving Furōkawa standing in the cold, dark reality of the battlefield.

Emilia lay on the ground, injured but conscious. She looked up, surprise evident in her eyes as she saw Furōkawa healed and standing strong.

Gunnr, sensing Eir's defeat, let out a furious yet excited scream, her cursed energy flaring. "You defeated Eir! Maybe you're not bad after all! Face me, warrior!"

Furōkawa readied himself, the weight of his promise to Eir fueling his determination. "Bring it."