As time passed,
the newly born curse spirit quickly began to reveal its core.
And with the emergence of the curse spirit's core, a terrifying wave of cursed energy erupted.
Along with it came an extremely ominous power.
It was an invisible, intangible force.
Yet it could effortlessly harm countless living beings.
That power was radiation!
Yuta Okkotsu quickly realized this as well.
Although he had dropped out of high school before attending Jujutsu High,
he still knew a little about radiation.
Thus, he swiftly understood how terrifying this newborn curse spirit was!
"Careful, it's nuclear radiation. This newly born Special-Grade Curse is a Nuclear Curse!"
"We can't let it grow. We have to destroy it while it's still at its weakest!"
"Otherwise, the harm it can cause will be unimaginable!"
Just imagining a curse spirit capable of emitting Radiation Light anytime and anywhere, running rampant across the world,
made Yuta's scalp tingle.
It was far too terrifying.
And if this Nuclear Curse was truly allowed to do that,
the resulting casualties would reach astronomical numbers.
It would no longer be a matter of how many people, or even how many tens of thousands.
It would mean casualties across an entire city, perhaps even an entire nation.
One could say that the Nuclear Curse might not be the strongest curse spirit,
but it was definitely the most lethal to humanity.
Unless Ronawa was willing to kill without restraint,
no other curse spirit could compare to the Nuclear Curse before them
when it came to the speed of killing people.
In short, the Special-Grade Curse about to be born was far too terrifying.
It absolutely could not be allowed to grow.
So, after speaking, Yuta immediately drew his sword.
He slashed straight at the core of the newborn Special-Grade Curse.
Just as he was about to destroy the Special-Grade Curse's core, Kenjaku made his move.
Accompanied by a piercing whistle through the air, a flying sword wreathed in blazing flames shot toward Yuta from afar.
Yuta had no choice but to halt his strike at the Special-Grade Curse's core and evade the flying sword, which could have dealt him a fatal blow.
After landing, Yuta turned and stared intently in the direction of the attacker.
Then he saw Kenjaku leisurely emerge from the shadows with Jogo and the Nanako sisters.
"It's you, Suguru Geto. You're actually alive!"
Yuta stared fixedly at the "Suguru Geto" who had emerged, his voice full of shock.
Kenjaku smiled and corrected him. "I'm not Suguru Geto. He really is dead."
"I'm Kenjaku, the new pilot of this body!"
A freak like Kenjaku naturally watched anime too, so he understood the joke about pilots and Gundams.
Not only that, he even watched late-night comedy shows.
That was enough to show just what kind of freak Kenjaku was.
Of course, that was not the important part. What mattered was that Kenjaku's appearance put immense pressure on Yuta.
Especially Jogo, who stood behind Kenjaku and whose appearance was difficult to put into words.
That obvious curse spirit gave Yuta a deeply dangerous feeling.
Without a doubt, a Special-Grade Curse!
That made Yuta's situation extremely unfavorable.
He not only had to face two Special-Grade Curses,
but also a Special-Grade curse user.
One against three. Could he win?
As he pondered this, that Special-Grade Curse was fully born.
Its appearance was naturally abstract.
It looked like a massive lump of flesh that had undergone some grotesquely malformed mutation.
Simply looking at it made one feel their sanity slipping.
But more important than its visual impact was the extremely dangerous feeling this newborn Nuclear Curse gave Yuta.
This newborn Special-Grade Curse's innate technique was definitely the kind with overwhelmingly high destructive power. Definitely!
The situation had suddenly become extremely unfavorable for Yuta and the others.
At this point, forget exorcising the newborn Special-Grade Curse.
Even retreating unscathed would be very difficult.
And in this situation, could they really retreat?
This was the Nuclear Curse, the most terrifying kind when it came to large-scale destruction.
If they did not kill it while it was still weak,
then once this Special-Grade Curse grew even a little stronger,
it would no longer be something they could kill whenever they wanted.
If they missed this chance, who knew how long they would have to wait for another opportunity to kill this Special-Grade Nuclear Curse.
And during that time, how many people would die?
Thus, Yuta was truly caught between advancing and retreating.
If he wanted to exorcise this Special-Grade Curse, the odds were too low.
If he left it alone to preserve himself, the cost would be too great.
For a moment, neither leaving nor staying seemed like an option.
While Yuta hesitated, hot-tempered Jogo could no longer endure it.
He immediately spewed obvious flames from the "coral holes" atop his head.
Then he said to Kenjaku, "Why are you wasting words on this jujutsu sorcerer? Can't I just burn them all to ashes?"
As he spoke, Jogo moved to attack.
Kenjaku had no intention of stopping him.
It would be good to let Jogo experience the strength of human jujutsu sorcerers.
That way, he would not become too arrogant and disobedient.
But at that moment, Ronawa appeared with Shoko Ieiri.
She teased the people present, "It's quite lively today. A gathering of familiar faces."
"But you didn't notify me in advance. Are you looking down on me?"
The moment Ronawa appeared, Kenjaku's expression, which had been full of confidence, instantly turned ugly.
It was as though he had suddenly seen a ghost in broad daylight.
No, in Kenjaku's eyes, even ghosts were nowhere near as frightening as Ronawa.
Yuta, meanwhile, felt somewhat conflicted.
Because he noticed that Shoko was signaling to him with her eyes.
That eased some of the tension in Yuta's heart.
As Ronawa appeared, Kenjaku's expression darkened, and Yuta watched how things unfolded,
Jogo could not help stepping forward.
"Who the hell are you, daring to stand in my way?"
"Believe it or not, I'll burn you to ashes with a single blast!"
The moment Jogo finished speaking, he realized everyone was looking at him.
The crucial part was that all their gazes were extremely strange.
Even Yuta, who had been at sword's point with Jogo moments ago, now looked at him with a hint of sympathy.
What did that mean? Did the great Jogo need his sympathy?
Kenjaku nearly lost it too.
In the end, under Ronawa's amused gaze, he could only quietly tug at Jogo's clothes.
"Stop talking!"
"Why? You don't think I'm afraid of her, do you?"
"She's Ronawa, the Death Curse Spirit!"
Only then did Jogo rein in some of his arrogance.
But he was still unconvinced.
"So what if she's the Death Curse Spirit? You don't think I'm weaker than her, do you?"
"The strongest curse spirit? That was only because I hadn't been born yet."
"Who the strongest curse spirit is now is still hard to say!"
All that could be said was that Jogo was just like that.
Putting his strength aside, his courage was certainly maxed out.
In the original story, he had dared to challenge Satoru Gojo, the strongest of the modern age.
Now, challenging Ronawa was perfectly reasonable as well.
It suited his character.
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