The Curse Users' Nightmare

"The Gojo Clan's Six Eyes Twins!"

"Both brothers have bounties of one hundred million! This is so exciting!"

"Old man, what do you think?"

"Old woman, as Curse Users, we shouldn't just care about money. It's not very carefree!"

A crackling voice came through the earpiece. Granny Ogami frowned and picked up a cup of coffee.

"That's because you're such a spendthrift! You waste all your money on idols. Half of the last bounty went toward buying fan-support flower tickets!"

"But it was Girl's Love's third anniversary celebration!"

"An old bull chasing young grass... They're here!"

As Granny Ogami finished speaking, Jiro Awasaka peered down from the high-rise.

Two white-haired children, both around six or seven, walked side by side down the street, followed by a middle-aged man who treated them with great respect.

"According to the intel, that man is a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer from the Gojo Clan, Gensou Gojo!"

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

Jiro Awasaka gave a fierce grin. "I'll handle the Six Eyes Twins. Old woman, you keep their bodyguard busy!"

At the same time, Granny Ogami set down her cup in the coffee shop, her eyes dark and gloomy.

"Don't screw this up!"

Just as the two prepared to make their move, Gojo Sawa and Gojo Satoru stopped in their tracks below.

They both looked up at the same time. Their azure eyes pierced through every disguise, meeting the gazes of the two Curse Users from across the distance!

In an instant, Granny Ogami and Jiro Awasaka felt as if a beast had set its sights on them. Their hearts seemed to skip a beat.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves slumped on the floor, cold sweat already soaking their collars.

Fear! The bone-deep terror of a mouse confronted by its natural predator, a cat!

Just one glance had made the two of them feel death looming over them!

"O-old man..."

"Cancel the plan!"

They gasped for breath, their bodies trembling even as they reveled in the joy of having escaped disaster.

"Pathetic little fry!"

Gojo Satoru turned away with a disdainful snort.

Gojo Sawa stretched his arms and legs. "Even little fry can help us get our blood pumping!"

Satoru looked surprised. "You want to fight?"

"Want to go together? You can pick first from the two strongest ones!"

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

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

"Yes, Young Master Sawa!"

The next instant, all three vanished from where they stood.

In a dim alley, a group of Curse Users who had been itching to make a move suddenly found a man blocking their path.

Gensou Gojo's expression turned cold. "You lot really must be tired of living, setting your sights on Young Master Satoru and Young Master Sawa!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the immense Cursed Energy of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer surged forth.

Meanwhile, Jiro Awasaka was about to flee from the rooftop when he turned and saw a devilish figure.

Gojo Satoru was only about one meter tall at that age, but in Jiro Awasaka's eyes, he seemed unbelievably huge!

That pressure, which transcended the very level of life, made his heart pound at two hundred beats per minute!

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

Gojo Satoru casually scratched his ear.

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

"Don't look down on me! You're nothing but a six-year-old brat. What are you boasting for?"

Jiro Awasaka shouted through gritted teeth, as if trying to encourage himself. Then, enraged and humiliated, he charged at Gojo Satoru.

"Boring!"

Satoru gave a quiet snort and swung his Cursed Energy-wrapped fist, striking Jiro Awasaka squarely in the face, just as expected.

What Satoru hadn't expected, however, was that Jiro Awasaka grinned after taking the blow, seemingly unharmed.

"Die!"

Jiro Awasaka drew a knife from his waist and viciously stabbed at Satoru's heart.

But just before the blade could reach him, it seemed to meet an infinite force pushing back against it, and couldn't advance any farther.

"Damn it!"

Jiro Awasaka roared.

Just then, he saw Gojo Satoru slowly raise his right hand and spread his fingers. His pair of azure eyes were as pure as the sky.

"Your Cursed Technique is 'Inversion,' right?"

"Huh?"

Jiro Awasaka's eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

It was difficult to detect his Cursed Technique the first time it came into contact with someone.

That was exactly why he had dared to fight Gojo Satoru, hoping to seize a chance to escape while his opponent was unaware of his ability.

That was right—he had never thought he could defeat Gojo Satoru.

His only hope was to use Inversion to avoid fatal injuries and find an opportunity to flee!

But when Gojo Satoru casually named his Cursed Technique, that hope was utterly crushed!

Gojo Satoru continued, "But it isn't simple 'Inversion.' Otherwise, the collisions with dust and air when your Cursed Technique activated would be enough to kill you. So Inversion must have upper and lower limits to its strength."

"Then where's the upper limit?"

"Phase."

"Twilight."

"Eye of Wisdom."

Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue!

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

Jiro Awasaka tried to put some distance between himself and the vortex, but his body moved toward it against his will.

The force of gravity was like a pair of giant hands, twisting Jiro Awasaka's body as if wringing out a towel.

Like someone thrown into a meat grinder, his skin, flesh, and bones spun away from his body.

Jiro Awasaka didn't even have time to scream before he was reduced to a cloud of blood mist.

Gojo Satoru remained expressionless. "Looks like the upper limit is lower than I thought."

"Good grandson, buy me ten seconds!"

Splurt—

Gojo Sawa stared coldly at Granny Ogami, holding the bloodied head of her "good grandson" in his hand.

Forget ten seconds—he hadn't even lasted one!

Granny Ogami stared at Gojo Sawa in terror, her body rigid. She had even forgotten to use her Cursed Technique.

"Seance Technique, possessing someone through spirit summoning? Old woman, don't disturb the dead when you don't have to. It's bad karma."

Gojo Sawa smiled, then twisted his waist and thrust out his hips, hurling the head in his hand at Granny Ogami like a cannonball.

Bang!!!

Blood and brain matter burst like fireworks.

"You're too slow, Satoru!"

When Gojo Satoru returned, Sawa was already back, with two cups of juice in hand.

Satoru casually took one. "I was already fast. That guy's Inversion Cursed Technique was kind of interesting."

Just then, Gensou Gojo returned as well, his once-neat suit looking a little rumpled.

"Sorry, Young Master Sawa, Young Master Satoru. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

The two waved their hands to show they didn't mind, then continued strolling down the street.

And so ended the Gojo Clan's Six Eyes Twins' first battle against the Curse Users.

For Sawa and Satoru, it was nothing more than a routine bit of exercise.

But for the Curse User community, it was news as earth-shaking as a massive earthquake.

What was a Curse User?

In terms of abilities, they were exactly the same as Jujutsu Sorcerers.

But Jujutsu Sorcerers fought Cursed Spirits to protect non-sorcerers, while Curse Users had no such scruples.

On the contrary, for money, fun, or any other reason, they could target Cursed Spirits, Jujutsu Sorcerers, and even ordinary people!

They had no rules and did whatever they pleased. To them, murder was "freedom"!

But now, with the arrival of the Six Eyes Twins, that "freedom" had been stripped away. Even appearing in the open had become a luxury.

Powerful, mysterious, unfathomable...

The Six Eyes Twins had become the Curse Users' nightmare!

And the jujutsu world's balance of power had also been utterly transformed by the arrival of these two boys!