Nuclear Curse Spirit, Light of Fusion!

As time passed,

the newborn curse spirit soon began to reveal its core.

And with the emergence of the curse spirit's core, a terrifying surge of cursed energy erupted.

Along with it came an extremely ominous power.

It was an invisible, intangible force.

Yet it could easily injure and kill countless living beings.

That power was radiation!

Yuta Okkotsu quickly realized this as well.

Although he had dropped out of high school and gone on to Jujutsu High,

he still knew something about radiation.

Thus, he immediately understood just how terrifying this newborn curse spirit was!

"Careful, it's nuclear radiation! This newborn Special-Grade Curse is the Nuclear Curse!"

"We can't let it grow. We have to destroy it while it's at its weakest!"

"Otherwise, the devastation it causes will be beyond imagination!"

Just imagining a curse spirit capable of emitting radiation everywhere, running wild across the world,

made Yuta's scalp tingle.

It was too terrifying.

And if the Nuclear Curse really did that,

the resulting casualties would reach astronomical numbers.

It would no longer be a matter of how many people or how many tens of thousands.

It would mean the casualties of an entire city, or even an entire country.

It could be said that the Nuclear Curse might not be the strongest curse spirit,

but it was absolutely the curse spirit most lethal to humanity.

Unless Ronawa was willing to kill without restraint,

no other curse spirit could compare to the Nuclear Curse before them in terms of killing speed.

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 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.

With a shrieking rush through the air, a flying sword wreathed in blazing flames shot toward Yuta from afar.

Yuta had no choice but to halt his attack on the Special-Grade Curse's core and evade the flying sword that could have dealt him a fatal wound.

After landing, Yuta turned and stared intently toward 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 weirdo like Kenjaku naturally watched anime too, and he understood the joke about pilots and Gundams.

Not only that, he even watched late-night comedy variety shows.

That was enough to show just what kind of weirdo Kenjaku was.

Of course, that was not the point. The point was that Kenjaku's appearance placed immense pressure on Yuta.

Especially Jogo, who followed behind Kenjaku and looked rather hard to describe.

That guy, who was obviously a curse spirit, gave Yuta an extremely dangerous feeling.

Without a doubt, a Special-Grade Curse!

And that put Yuta in a very bad position.

On the field, he had to face not only two Special-Grade Curses,

but also a Special-Grade curse user.

One against three—could he win?

As he pondered, that Special-Grade Curse was fully born as well.

Its appearance was naturally abstract.

It looked like an enormous lump of flesh that had undergone some utterly grotesque mutation.

Just looking at it made one's sanity plummet.

But more important than the visual shock was the fact that this newborn Nuclear Curse gave Yuta an extremely dangerous feeling.

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The innate technique of this newborn Special-Grade Curse was definitely the kind with terrifying destructive power. Definitely!

The situation had suddenly become extremely unfavorable for Yuta and the others.

At this point, let alone exorcising the newborn Special-Grade Curse,

even escaping unharmed would be difficult.

And in this situation, could they really retreat?

This was the Nuclear Curse, the most terrifying kind when it came to mass destruction.

If they did not kill it while it was 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 opportunity, who knew how long they would have to wait for another chance to kill this Special-Grade Nuclear Curse.

And during that wait, how many people would die?

Thus, Yuta was truly caught between advancing and retreating.

If he wanted to exorcise this Special-Grade Curse, the chances were too slim.

But if he left it alone to preserve himself, the cost would be far too great.

For a moment, neither leaving nor staying was an option.

While Yuta hesitated, hot-tempered Jogo could no longer endure it.

Flames immediately spewed from the "coral holes" atop his head.

He said to Kenjaku, "Why are you wasting words with this jujutsu sorcerer? Why not just burn them all to ashes?"

As he spoke, Jogo prepared to attack.

Kenjaku had no intention of stopping him.

It would be good to let Jogo experience the strength of human jujutsu sorcerers.

That would keep him from becoming too arrogant and disobedient.

But at that moment, Ronawa appeared with Shoko Ieiri.

She teased everyone present, "It's pretty 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, once certain of victory, turned ugly.

It was as though he had suddenly seen a ghost in broad daylight.

No, ghosts were far less terrifying to Kenjaku than Ronawa.

Yuta, meanwhile, felt somewhat strange.

Because he noticed that Shoko was giving him meaningful looks.

That eased the tension in Yuta's heart somewhat.

Just as Ronawa appeared, Kenjaku's face darkened, and Yuta watched how things would unfold,

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 burst of flame!"

The moment Jogo finished speaking, he realized that everyone was looking at him.

The crucial thing was that their gazes were all 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 he need their sympathy?

Kenjaku nearly lost his composure as well.

In the end, under Ronawa's amused gaze, he could only quietly tug at Jogo's clothing.

"Stop talking!"

"Why? Don't tell me you think I'm afraid of her?"

"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? Don't tell me you think I'm weaker than her?"

"The strongest curse spirit? That was only because I hadn't been born yet."

"Who the strongest curse spirit really is now is still hard to say!"

All that could be said was that Jogo was just like that.

Setting strength aside, at least his courage was maxed out.

In the original story, he had dared to challenge Satoru Gojo, the strongest of the modern era.

Now, challenging Ronawa was perfectly reasonable too.

It was completely in character.

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