The Curse Master's Nightmare

"The Six Eyes Twins of the Gojo Clan!"

"Both brothers have bounties of a hundred million—how thrilling!"

"Old man, what do you think?"

"Old woman, as a curse user, being so fixated on money isn't very stylish!"

A voice crackled through the earpiece. Granny Ogami furrowed her brow and picked up a cup of coffee.

"It's because you're too wasteful, spending all your money on idols. Half of the last bounty went to buying support flower tickets!"

"That was the Girl's Love third anniversary celebration!"

"You old goat chasing young grass... here they come!"

As Granny Ogami's words fell, Jiro Awasaka looked down from the high-rise building.

Two white-haired children, six or seven years old, walked side by side down the street, followed by a middle-aged man with a respectful demeanor.

"According to intel, that man is a first-grade sorcerer of the Gojo Clan, Gensou Gojo!"

"The two children walking ahead of him must be the Six Eyes Twins!"

Jiro Awasaka bared a vicious grin. "I'll handle the Six Eyes Twins. Old woman, you stall that bodyguard!"

Meanwhile, inside the coffee shop, Granny Ogami set down her cup, her eyes dark and shadowed.

"Don't you mess this up!"

Just as the two were poised to strike, Gojo Sawa and Gojo Satoru both stopped in their tracks downstairs.

In unison, they looked up. Their pale blue eyes pierced through all concealment, locking gazes with the two curse users from across the distance!

In that instant, Granny Ogami and Jiro Awasaka felt as if they'd been targeted by a wild beast. Their hearts seemed to skip a beat.

Coming to their senses, the two slumped to the ground, realizing cold sweat had already soaked their collars.

Fear! Like a mouse meeting its natural predator, a cat—fear carved into their very bones!

With just one glance, the two felt the threat of death!

"O-Old man..."

"Plan's canceled!"

They gasped for air, their bodies trembling, yet also reveling in the wild joy of surviving a brush with death.

"Trash like them!"

Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze and snorted dismissively.

Gojo Sawa stretched his limbs. "Even trash can be good for loosening up the joints!"

Satoru was a little surprised. "You're going to act?"

"Want to go together? I'll let you pick the strongest two first!"

Satoru sighed. "Then I'll take the old man!"

Sawa turned to Gensou and said, "Uncle Gensou, leave the small fry to you!"

"Yes, young master Sawa!"

The next moment, all three vanished from their spots.

In a dark alley, some curse users who had been stirring restlessly suddenly found their path blocked by a man.

Gensou Gojo's face turned cold. "Daring to set your sights on young masters Satoru and Sawa—you lot really have lived long enough!"

As he spoke, the immense cursed energy of a first-grade sorcerer surged forth.

Elsewhere, on the rooftop, Jiro Awasaka was about to flee. Turning around, he saw a demonic figure.

At that moment, Gojo Satoru was barely a meter tall, but in Jiro Awasaka's eyes, he loomed impossibly large!

The pressure, transcending the hierarchy of life, sent his heart pounding at two hundred beats per minute!

"Hey, trash. Figured out how you want to die yet?"

Gojo Satoru scratched his ear lazily.

Jiro Awasaka trembled all over—partly from fear, partly from the shame and anger stirred by Satoru's words.

"Don't look down on me! You're just a six-year-old brat, spouting nonsense!"

Jiro Awasaka shouted, forcing himself to sound brave as if to bolster his own courage. Then, enraged and humiliated, he charged at Gojo Satoru.

"Boring!"

Satoru snorted lightly. His fist, wrapped in cursed energy, swung out and, without surprise, slammed into Jiro Awasaka's face.

But what Satoru hadn't expected was that the struck Jiro Awasaka bared a grin, seemingly unharmed.

"Die!"

Jiro Awasaka drew a blade from his waist and thrust it viciously toward Satoru's heart.

Yet the moment the knife was about to make contact, it was as if an infinite repulsive force had been applied, stopping it dead in its tracks.

"Damn it!"

Jiro Awasaka roared.

At that moment, he saw Gojo Satoru slowly raise his right hand, fingers spread wide, a pair of cerulean pupils as pure as the sky.

"Your technique is 'Inversion,' isn't it?"

"Huh?"

Jiro Awasaka's eyes flashed with terror and disbelief.

His technique was hard to detect on first contact.

That was precisely why he dared to fight Gojo Satoru, hoping to seize a chance to escape before the other caught on.

He was right—he never thought he could beat Gojo Satoru.

His only hope was to use the "Inversion" technique to avoid fatal injuries and find an opening to flee!

But as Gojo Satoru casually saw through his technique with a single sentence, that hope shattered into dust!

Gojo Satoru continued, "Though it's not just plain 'Inversion.' Otherwise, when the technique activates, the collision with dust and air would kill you. So 'Inversion' has upper and lower limits."

"So, where's the upper limit?"

"Phase"

"Twilight"

"Eye of Wisdom"

Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!

A blue vortex appeared in Gojo's palm, its terrifying pull like a compressed tornado.

Jiro Awasaka tried to create distance, but his body was involuntarily drawn toward the vortex.

Gravity gripped him like a giant hand, twisting his body like a wrung rag.

As if thrown into a meat grinder, skin, flesh, and bones spun off his body.

Before he could even scream, Jiro Awasaka turned into a mist of blood.

Gojo Satoru's face was expressionless. "Looks like the upper limit is lower than I thought."

"Good grandson, buy me ten seconds!"

Shink—

Gojo Sawa stared coldly at Granny Ogami, holding her "good grandson's" dripping head in his hand.

Ten seconds? He hadn't even lasted one!

Granny Ogami stared at Gojo Sawa in terror, her body frozen stiff, forgetting even to activate her technique.

"Seance Technique, inviting a god to possess you? Old hag, don't disturb the peace of the dead. That's just low."

Gojo Sawa laughed, then twisted his hips and hurled the head like a cannonball at Granny Ogami.

Boom!!!

Blood and brains exploded like fireworks.

"Too slow, Gojo!"

When Gojo Satoru returned to the spot, Sawa was already back, holding two cups of juice.

Gojo casually took one. "I was fast enough. That guy's 'Inversion' technique was kind of interesting."

Just then, Gensou Gojo also returned, his once-neat suit slightly disheveled.

"Apologies, Master Sawa, Master Gojo, for keeping you waiting!"

The two waved dismissively and continued strolling.

The Six Eyes Twins of the Gojo Clan's first battle with curse users thus came to an end.

For Sawa and Gojo, it was just a routine warm-up.

But for the curse user community, it was news on the scale of a massive earthquake.

What are curse users?

In terms of ability, they are identical to sorcerers.

But sorcerers exist to protect non-sorcerers and fight cursed spirits, while curse users have no such scruples.

On the contrary, for money, pleasure, or other purposes, they will target cursed spirits, sorcerers, and even ordinary people!

No taboos, no restraint—murder is their "freedom"!

But now, with the emergence of the Six Eyes Twins, their "freedom" has been stripped away, and even appearing openly has become a luxury.

Powerful, mysterious, unfathomable...

The Six Eyes Twins have become the nightmare of curse users!

And the landscape of the jujutsu world has undergone earth-shattering changes because of these two youths!