Cursed Object: Sukuna

"It's a Binding Vow~"

"Yeah. Because she anticipated that she might fail and be captured, she forcibly made some kind of Binding Vow that would make her kill herself as soon as the fact of being taken back to Jujutsu High was triggered."

Satoru Gojo stood there, using his Six Eyes to observe the bloody scene of death inside the vehicle. The feedback from his Six Eyes let him analyze the cause immediately.

Then he pulled out his phone and ambushed his five students with a rapid burst of flash photos.

The dazzling phone flash left Maki Zenin and the other four students unable to open their eyes, utterly confused about why Satoru Gojo had suddenly gone crazy.

"Could you at least pay some attention to your image as a teacher?"

"After I got Ijichi's call for help, I sent the five of you out. I didn't expect you to finish the job so quickly, so I got curious and wandered around outside waiting for you. It's rare to see you five looking this miserable, so I had to take a few pictures to show those second-years."

A mischievous smile hung on Satoru Gojo's face as he snapped away, much to Maki Zenin's displeasure.

Satoru Gojo wasn't bothered by Maki Zenin's annoyance. He merely looked at his five students, drenched in blood and viscera, raised a finger, and suddenly said:

"Quick question. A shikigami-user curse user suddenly dies. Do her shikigami die with her?"

"Huh?"

Yuta Okkotsu and the others had only just recovered when Gojo's sudden question caught them off guard. But they already knew the answer. Just as Gojo finished speaking, the Jujutsu High vehicle that had been in the accident abruptly shattered apart, and three enormous, berserk Cursed Spirits lunged at him from behind.

"ROAR!"

With a crazed howl, the Cursed Spirits' attacks stopped less than a palm's width from Gojo's back, unable to advance even a fraction further. Even their movements had been frozen in place.

This was the power of stillness brought about by Satoru Gojo's technique: Limitless!

Gojo turned around and looked with interest at the three Cursed Spirits, each bearing a twisted human face. "They went berserk because their shikigami-user died, huh? Mm, they look like they're nearly Grade 1. Here's some extracurricular homework: I'll leave these three to you. Yuta, how about trying to exorcise them with Maki and the others without summoning Rika?"

"Sensei, isn't that asking a bit much? I've only just mastered the Reversed Cursed Technique."

"It's fine. I have faith in you. That settles it. Yuko, this is what a jujutsu sorcerer's battles are like—full of unexpected twists you could never anticipate. And moments this miserable are quite common, so learn to get used to them."

With a smile, Satoru Gojo patted the somewhat reserved Yuta Okkotsu on the shoulder, while also explaining the common knowledge of the jujutsu world to the other transfer student, Yuko Takagi.

As Satoru Gojo left the side of Maki Zenin, Toge Inumaki, Panda, Yuta Okkotsu, and Yuko Takagi—the five first-years of Jujutsu High—the three berserk Cursed Spirits, which had just been passively frozen by the stillness of Gojo's Limitless, regained their freedom. Their targets immediately locked onto Maki Zenin and the others, who were closest to them, and battle erupted at once.

Without even looking back at the battle behind him, Satoru Gojo walked straight toward Kento Nanami, Shoko Ieiri, and Kiyotaka Ijichi.

"You really are reckless, Gojo."

"It's fine. As long as Yuta and Yuko perform normally, they can handle it. Besides, isn't Nanami here? Nanami, step in if necessary."

"You don't need to tell me that."

Kento Nanami showed little respect in his words toward Satoru Gojo, his senior and former upperclassman. His gaze remained fixed on the five students fighting behind Gojo.

"So what exactly happened, Ijichi?"

"Mr. Gojo, it happened like this..."

Under Gojo's silent gaze, Kiyotaka Ijichi's heart tightened. He reported everything that had happened, including Lin Yi, the outsider whom he and Kento Nanami suspected.

"Mr. Gojo, this is Mr. Lin Ichiro's detailed address."

"Oh? A non-sorcerer with a Heavenly Restriction like Maki's, yet active out in the civilian world? How interesting. Well then, I'll leave this place to you~"

Holding the address Kiyotaka Ijichi had written in his notebook and torn out, Satoru Gojo clapped his hands together and vanished from where he stood, leaving only a violent gust that messed up the three people's hair.

"That guy really is the type to act the moment he thinks of something."

As Gojo's classmate, Shoko Ieiri ruthlessly mocked how he had left his five students behind to deal with three berserk Cursed Spirits while running off to handle his own business.

Meanwhile, Ome Kaido, Shinjuku Ward.

After cooperating with Jujutsu High to complete the Cursed Spirit exorcism operation, Lin Yi returned to his residence. He switched on the lights, hung up his keys, and spotted an object on the desk near the entrance.

The object was small and long. Even including the thickness of the white cloth wrapped around it, it was no more than ten centimeters long.

Puzzled, Lin Yi walked over to the desk and picked up the object for inspection. As he did so, the white cloth wrapped around it came loose, revealing what was inside.

The moment Lin Yi saw the object beneath the white cloth, it was already too late.

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Well, shit~"

BOOM!

A massive explosion thundered through the night, waking sleeping residents and drawing the attention of the few pedestrians passing by.

An unknown explosion had occurred in a mixed-use residential and commercial building on Ome Kaido. The blast had blown a huge hole through its outer wall. Smoke and dust filled the air, glass shards flew everywhere, and lights flickered wildly.

At the moment of the explosion, some people seemed to see a figure blasted out from it. Others saw an enormous, distorted silhouette moving faintly through the smoke of the unexplained blast. When they looked again, it had vanished.

Lin Yi tumbled through the air before landing steadily on the rooftop across the street. Completely unharmed by the explosion, his face darkened as he stared at the object in his hand.

The white cloth around the object had fallen away, revealing its true form: a human finger connected to part of a palm, soaked a dark red.

It also had another name—the special-grade cursed object that housed one-twentieth of the soul of the thousand-year-old King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna: Sukuna's Finger!

From Lin Yi's perspective, his residence was now covered in Cursed Spirits of every shape and size. All of them had been drawn here by the Sukuna's Finger in his hand.

As for the person who had placed this Sukuna's Finger in Lin Yi's home...

"Fucking Kenjaku, you blew up my home and wrecked my car? Now this is personal!"

Lin Yi clenched Sukuna's Finger in his hand. He possessed enough strength to lift a car with ease, yet he could not crush the finger in his grip.

Looking around, more and more Cursed Spirits were being drawn in by Sukuna's Finger, about to form an encirclement around Lin Yi, who held it.

Lin Yi looked at the growing number of Cursed Spirits around him, then at Sukuna's Finger in his hand. An idea surfaced in his mind.

"Looks like my luck isn't bad either~ Want it? Then come chase me."

Lin Yi waved Sukuna's Finger before the eyes of the Cursed Spirits, which possessed only rudimentary intelligence, then stuffed it into his pocket. Switching into his sorcerer form, he reinforced his body with cursed energy and leaped into the air.

He vanished into the night.

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