With the Power of Pure Love, Victory Was Inevitable

Eight years later.

"Rika, I'm heading out!"

"Yuta, be careful!"

Gojo Sawa watched the two of them acting all lovey-dovey and reluctant to part, and could only find the wrap in his hand utterly tasteless.

"Wait, we forgot the good-morning kiss! Mua~"

Smack!

Yuta Okkotsu stared in confusion as Gojo Sawa viciously slammed the wrap in his hand onto the ground.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"Nothing. The wrap had my least favorite peanut butter in it!"

"Huh?"

Yuta Okkotsu tilted his head, completely baffled.

Clever and quick-witted, Rika giggled. "Mr. Gojo, I think Miss Shoko might actually be interested in you!"

While Gojo Sawa was training Yuta Okkotsu, Ieiri Shoko had come to visit, so Yuta and Rika knew her as well.

At that, Gojo Sawa recalled Shoko's delicate yet world-weary face. Time had passed, and the short-haired girl had grown her hair long.

Gojo Sawa drooped his head and scratched it. "That woman... How could that be possible?"

Rika covered her mouth and snickered. It seemed Mr. Gojo was still hopelessly clueless when it came to romance!

"All right, enough of that. This mission is... ten Special Grade Cursed Spirits!"

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

"I understand."

When Yuta Okkotsu heard that his master had assigned him to exorcise ten Special Grade Cursed Spirits, he showed little reaction.

During the eight years he had spent training with Gojo Sawa, he had killed Special Grade Cursed Spirits more than once!

Perhaps because another Six Eyes had appeared, the number of Cursed Spirits in this world had exploded in recent years. Ordinary Special Grade Cursed Spirits were no longer uncommon.

"Quite confident, aren't you?"

Gojo Sawa smiled.

He had watched Yuta Okkotsu's progress over the past eight years.

Although Yuta had to handle his schoolwork while training under him, his performance had been exceptionally impressive.

In martial arts, Cursed Energy growth, and Cursed Technique control, Yuta Okkotsu had displayed talent and diligence no less impressive than Gojo Sawa's in his youth.

As for Jujutsu theory, Yuta Okkotsu struggled a little, but whenever he encountered difficulties, Rika would step forward to cheer him on.

Then the boy would act as if he had been injected with adrenaline, studying with remarkable focus and dedication.

Even Gojo Sawa had to marvel at how terrifying the pure-love warrior was.

If Gojo Satoru had possessed this level of awareness, he would have long since rubbed his older brother into the ground.

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

The two arrived beside a car. As if remembering something, Gojo Sawa took an object from the trunk and handed it to Yuta Okkotsu.

When he opened it, he found an extraordinarily exquisite and ornate katana.

"Dojigiri Yasutsuna. It was the weapon wielded a thousand years ago by the legendary Jujutsu Sorcerer Minamoto no Yorimitsu when he exorcised the legendary Cursed Spirit Shuten-doji."

"According to the appraisal, it's a tremendously powerful Special Grade Cursed Tool. It has the engraved Cursed Technique 'Wind Breath,' which allows the wielder to launch slashes through the air by channeling their Cursed Energy. Like this."

Gojo Sawa gripped Dojigiri Yasutsuna and swung it once. An abandoned billboard by the roadside split cleanly in two.

The cut was perfectly smooth, without the slightest hesitation.

Yuta Okkotsu hurriedly accepted the katana with both hands. "Thank you, Master!"

"We're master and disciple. No need to be so polite. It's not like the sword was expensive. It only cost a billion."

"!"

Yuta Okkotsu held the katana in both hands, which trembled violently. He nearly dropped it.

Hokkaido.

"Whew~"

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

He stared fixedly at the dilapidated village before him, recalling the mission briefing.

"Snow Woman. A Special Grade Cursed Spirit that killed all seventy-three people in the village. Extremely aggressive. Its ability is a Cursed Technique related to ice and snow. Its weakness seems to be fire."

"Seventy-three lives..."

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

He strode forward, his feet sinking into the soft snow with a rustling sound.

Soon, Yuta Okkotsu entered the village. It had long since become deserted, with only the cold wind blowing flecks of snow through the streets.

Yuta Okkotsu looked around but saw no sign of any Cursed Spirit.

He continued searching. Suddenly, he saw the figure of a little girl, pitifully and helplessly shivering beneath a large tree.

"..."

Yuta Okkotsu froze for a moment. Then he abruptly drew Dojigiri Yasutsuna and slashed down at the little girl without the slightest hesitation.

However, as the katana passed through her, the girl's body scattered into pieces. She had been a snowman!

"So humans can be this ruthless when killing their own kind!"

A woman's voice suddenly came from behind him.

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

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

Yuta Okkotsu said expressionlessly:

"First, if that girl, who was so cold she had curled up, were real, why would she stay beneath a tree instead of going inside a house? Observe the unreasonable details. That's what my master taught me."

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

When Yuta Okkotsu stated his first point, the Snow Woman had still worn an appreciative expression.

But when he stated his second point, the Snow Woman's expression froze on her face.

She roared furiously, "You're asking to die!"

"Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Cold Wave!"

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

An attack covering such a wide area could not be dodged. Yuta Okkotsu had no choice but to release his Cursed Energy outward, forming a protective suit.

Then he charged at the Snow Woman with the katana in hand.

The Snow Woman's thoughts stirred, and a katana made of ice appeared in her hand.

The human and Cursed Spirit then began a samurai-like swordsmanship duel.

Unfortunately, before ten exchanges had passed, Yuta Okkotsu forced the Snow Woman back with overwhelming superiority.

Combined with Dojigiri Yasutsuna's sharpness, the Snow Woman's ice blade shattered at the slightest contact. To block another strike, she could only create a new one, which could not keep up with Okkotsu's movements.

"I only wanted to play with you!"

The Snow Woman abandoned the sword duel. Given her abilities, exchanging spells was much easier.

"Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Frost Calm!"

That was not the end of it. The Snow Woman waved her hand again. "Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Iceberg Fall!"

She summoned an iceberg to crash down on her enemy, practically as if Esdeath had made a guest appearance.

Seeing this, Yuta Okkotsu thickened the Cursed Energy shielding his body.

Then he leaped into the air, running across the iceberg with an anti-Gravity posture as he rapidly approached the Snow Woman in midair.

The Snow Woman sneered. "How ugly! You're wasting so much Cursed Energy. You won't last long!"

"Let me properly enjoy your struggle before death!"

"Ice Condensation Curse Technique: Frost Descent!"

Countless ice spikes rained down, densely bombarding Yuta Okkotsu.

His figure swayed precariously, and the Cursed Energy shielding him flickered continuously, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, the Snow Woman increased the force of her attacks, utterly unaware that her Cursed Energy expenditure had already reached a terrifying level.

Soon, the Snow Woman realized that something was wrong.

His opponent looked as if he were about to collapse, but he had been swaying for ages. Why hadn't he fallen yet?

What the hell? How could he have so much Cursed Energy?

Suddenly, Yuta Okkotsu accelerated sharply toward the Snow Woman, his katana drawing a perfect arc through the air.

"What..."

The Snow Woman's nerves instantly tightened. She was just about to retreat when she discovered that she had almost no Cursed Energy left!

By contrast, the supposedly "precarious" opponent's Cursed Energy shielding burned like flames, looking utterly mocking!

Slash!

The Snow Woman's head was sent flying high into the air before crashing onto the snow and rolling several times.

As she began to dissipate, she roared unwillingly, "How can you have such an enormous amount of Cursed Energy? That's impossible!"

Yuta Okkotsu thought of Rika's sweet smile, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

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

"You..."

Forced to swallow a mouthful of lovey-dovey nonsense even before death, the Snow Woman cursed and grumbled as she dissipated.

All that remained on the ground was a strange purplish-black finger.