Possessing the Power of Pure Love, Victory is Inevitable

Eight years later.

"Rika, I'm heading out!"

"Yuta, be careful!"

Gojo Sawa watched the two of them cooing and clinging to each other, finding the wrap in his hand tasteless as ash.

"Wait, you forgot the good morning kiss! Mwah~"

Smack!

Yuta Okkotsu looked on in confusion as Gojo Sawa slammed his wrap onto the ground.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"Nothing. The wrap had peanut butter, which I hate!"

"Huh?"

Yuta Okkotsu tilted his head, not understanding.

The quick-witted Rika laughed. "Mr. Gojo, actually, it seems Miss Ieiri might have feelings for you!"

When Gojo Sawa was training Yuta Okkotsu, Ieiri Shoko had come to visit, so both Yuta and Rika knew her.

Hearing this, Gojo Sawa recalled Shoko's delicate but weary face. Times had changed, and the short-haired woman had grown her hair long.

Gojo Sawa slumped his face and scratched his head. "That woman... no way!"

Rika covered her mouth with a giggle. It seemed Mr. Gojo was still a love idiot!

"Alright, enough of that. This mission is... ten special-grade curses!"

Gojo Sawa flashed a malicious grin. "Yuta, you'll be enrolling at Jujutsu High soon. Give those old farts a little shock!"

"I understand."

Hearing that his master's assigned task was to exorcise ten special-grade curses, Yuta Okkotsu didn't react much.

In the eight years of training with Gojo Sawa, he had killed special-grade curses more than once!

It seemed that with an extra Six Eyes, the number of curses in this world had exploded in recent years, and ordinary special-grade curses were no longer rare.

"Pretty confident, huh!"

Gojo Sawa smiled.

Over these eight years, he had seen Yuta Okkotsu's progress firsthand.

Though he had to juggle schoolwork alongside his training, Yuta Okkotsu's performance was quite impressive.

In physical techniques, curse energy growth, and technique manipulation, Yuta Okkotsu showed talent and effort no less than Gojo Sawa's younger self.

As for curse theory classes, Yuta Okkotsu struggled a bit, but every time he hit a wall, Rika would step up to cheer him on.

Then the kid would get pumped up like he'd been injected with chicken blood, studying with intense focus.

Gojo Sawa watched and couldn't help but exclaim that the power of a pure love warrior was terrifying.

If Gojo Satoru had that kind of awareness, he'd have long since ground his older brother into the dirt.

After saying goodbye to Rika, Yuta Okkotsu followed Gojo Sawa's steps.

The two arrived beside a car. Gojo Sawa seemed to remember something, pulled an item from the trunk, and handed it to Yuta Okkotsu.

Opening it, he found a beautifully crafted tachi.

"Dojigiri Yasutsuna. A weapon wielded by the legendary curse user Minamoto no Raiko a thousand years ago when she exorcised the mythical curse Shuten-doji."

"According to appraisal, it's a quite powerful special-grade cursed tool, engraved with the technique 'Wind Breath.' It can unleash slashes through the air based on the wielder's curse energy, like this."

Gojo Sawa gripped Dojigiri Yasutsuna and swung it once. A discarded billboard by the roadside was split in two.

The cut was clean, without any drag.

Yuta Okkotsu quickly took the tachi with both hands. "Thank you, Master!"

"We're master and disciple, no need for such formality. This sword isn't expensive—just ten billion."

"!"

Yuta Okkotsu held the tachi, his hands trembling, barely managing not to drop it.

Hokkaido.

"Phew~"

Yuta Okkotsu exhaled a mouthful of stale air, which condensed into mist in the bitter winter cold.

He stared fixedly at the dilapidated village before him, recalling the mission objective in his mind.

"Snow Woman. A special-grade curse that killed all seventy-three people in this village. Extremely aggressive. Its ability is a technique related to ice and snow. Its weakness seems to be fire."

"Seventy-three lives..."

Yuta Okkotsu murmured softly, his gaze gradually turning fierce. "Unforgivable!"

He stepped forward, his feet crunching softly in the loose snow.

Soon, Yuta Okkotsu entered the village. It had long been deserted, with only the cold wind blowing in scattered snowflakes.

Yuta Okkotsu looked around but saw no sign of any cursed spirit.

He continued searching, then suddenly spotted a little girl's figure, pitifully huddled under a large tree, shivering helplessly.

"..."

Yuta Okkotsu paused for a moment, then abruptly drew Dojigiri Yasutsuna and slashed down at the little girl without any hesitation.

Yet as the blade swept through, the girl's body scattered into pieces—it was a snowman!

"So humans can be this ruthless in killing their own kind, huh?"

A woman's voice suddenly came from behind.

Yuta Okkotsu turned around and saw a beautiful woman standing in the snow, wearing a thin, snow-white kimono.

Her eyebrows, eyelashes, and hair were all snow-white, her pupils blue, and her lips a vivid blood-red.

Yuta Okkotsu said expressionlessly:

"First, if that girl cold enough to curl up was real, why would she choose to be under a tree instead of going inside a house? Observing what doesn't add up—that's what my teacher taught me."

"Second, your disguise was so poor I saw through it at a glance, which is why I drew my blade without hesitation."

When Yuta Okkotsu stated the first point, the Snow Woman even showed an appreciative expression.

But when he said the second, her expression froze on her face.

She roared in fury, "You're asking for death!"

"Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Cold Wave!"

A storm mixed with frost and snow surged toward Yuta Okkotsu, freezing even the houses into ice sculptures wherever it passed.

Such a wide-range attack was impossible to dodge, so Yuta Okkotsu had to release his cursed energy outward, forming a protective suit.

Then, gripping his blade, he charged at the Snow Woman.

With a thought, the Snow Woman conjured a sword made of ice in her hand.

Thus began a samurai-like duel of swordsmanship between the human and the cursed spirit.

But unfortunately, within ten exchanges, Yuta Okkotsu had forced the Snow Woman back with overwhelming superiority.

Coupled with the sharpness of Dojiri Yasutsuna, the Snow Woman's ice blade shattered on contact; to parry even one strike, she had to create another, unable to keep up with Yuta's movements.

"I was just playing with you anyway!"

The Snow Woman abandoned the sword duel; with her abilities, spell bombardment was far easier.

"Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Frost Calm!"

And she wasn't done—she waved her hand again, "Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Iceberg Fall!"

Summoning an iceberg to crush her enemy felt like a guest appearance by Esdeath.

Seeing this, Yuta Okkotsu thickened the cursed energy protection on his body.

Then he launched himself upward, running across the iceberg in an anti-gravity stance, rapidly closing in on the Snow Woman in the air.

The Snow Woman sneered, "How pathetic! Burning through cursed energy like that—you won't last long!"

"Let this one savor your death throes before you die!"

"Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Frost Descent!"

Countless ice spikes rained down, densely pelting Yuta Okkotsu.

His figure wavered precariously, his cursed energy protection flickering as if it might give out at any moment.

Seeing this, the Snow Woman intensified her attack, completely unaware that her own cursed energy consumption had already reached a terrifying level.

Soon, the Snow Woman noticed something was wrong.

He looked like he was about to collapse, but after all that wobbling, why hadn't he fallen yet?

What was this—did he have that much cursed energy?

Suddenly, Yuta Okkotsu burst forward, accelerating straight at the Snow Woman, his blade carving a perfect arc.

"What..."

The Snow Woman's nerves instantly tensed. Just as she tried to retreat, she realized her cursed energy was nearly depleted!

Meanwhile, her opponent's "faltering" cursed energy protection, blazing like a flame, seemed so ironic!

Chirp!

The Snow Woman's head flew high, then thudded onto the snow, rolling a few times.

As she was about to dissipate, she roared in frustration, "How do you have such immense cursed energy? It doesn't make sense!"

Yuta Okkotsu thought of Rika's sweet smile and couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Sorry, but with the power of pure love, victory is only natural for me!"

"You..."

Forced to choke on a mouthful of dog food even before death, the Snow Woman cursed as she faded away.

On the ground, only a single strange, purple-black finger remained.