A Small Riot

"Please stay in the car a little longer. Once all the onlookers outside have been dispersed, you can go in."

The blonde, blue-eyed woman gave them an apologetic smile, then took out the bottled water stocked in the car and offered it to Sukuna and Shoko.

Seeing that she was holding water rather than a red can of cola, Sukuna refused to take it, leaving the woman to awkwardly withdraw her hand.

Fortunately, Shoko accepted the water and immediately twisted off the cap to take a sip.

She said quietly to the blonde woman, "Don't mind him. He's always like this."

The blonde woman hurriedly waved her hands. As if she could actually get angry at someone like him, given her position!

The sky had already begun to darken, making it even harder to see inside the car. Sukuna suddenly opened his eyes, his red gaze looking unnervingly sinister.

"Go buy me a few cans of cola."

Sukuna addressed the blonde woman.

"Of course. I'll go right away."

She nodded, opened the door, and stepped out, remembering to close it behind her.

Only Sukuna and Shoko remained in the car. Shoko glanced back at him.

In the darkness, all she could make out of Sukuna's face were his red eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Are your eyes similar to Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes, Sukuna?"

It was Shoko's first time seeing red eyes like his. She had held back from asking before, but now she finally couldn't contain her curiosity and casually brought it up.

Of course, she probably didn't fully understand what made the Six Eyes unique. Otherwise, she would never have asked.

"Haha, I was just born with red eyes. They're really no match for the Six Eyes."

Sukuna told her the truth. His red eyes couldn't compare to the Six Eyes anyway. In fact, no other eyes could rival them.

The Gojo Clan's entire Limitless technique depended on the Six Eyes. Without them, its members could spend their whole lives trying and never master the complete Limitless technique.

"Oh, okay."

With her curiosity satisfied, Shoko stopped talking and simply took small sips of water.

She should have asked Window to bring her some alcohol...

"Everyone, leave the area! Everyone, leave the area! A fire drill will be conducted here shortly. It's only a fire drill!"

Although the Tokyo police had no idea why they had to disperse everyone gathered there, they still carried out their superiors' orders.

"How could that be? We clearly heard an explosion inside! Did terrorists attack this place?"

People in the crowd kept fanning the flames. Evil was in their genes, after all; stirring up trouble seemed to come naturally from birth.

"Please trust the police. Anyone who continues spreading rumors will be arrested and thrown in jail."

Practically half of Tokyo's police force had arrived, but rather than helping, their presence only drew an even larger crowd.

Some people even hid among the crowd and threw eggs at the police.

"Please trust us. You're obstructing police business!"

Several veteran police chiefs shouted through megaphones, but it didn't seem to do any good.

Bang!

Just then, another explosion came from the evacuated hospital, blasting out the glass in several windows.

The crackle of shattering glass instantly rang out across the ground.

Although the ordinary civilians couldn't see anyone inside, Sukuna had already spotted a humanoid cursed spirit moving around.

Huge cursed spirits generally weren't particularly strong. The smaller ones, on the other hand, often lacked disgusting growths such as fleshy tumors.

Those cursed spirits were stronger instead. Generally speaking, spirits like that already belonged to the ranks of special grade cursed spirits.

Just then, the black sedan's door opened, and the blonde woman got in with two cans of cola.

Sukuna nodded in satisfaction at the red cans in her hands.

He took the cola from her, casually cracked open a can, and gulped it down, looking utterly relaxed.

He watched the confrontation between the civilians and police as though enjoying a spectacle.

Although he disdained taking part in this kind of commotion himself, simply watching was quite entertaining.

At the sound of another explosion from the hospital, the crowd stopped pushing forward for a moment.

They were only there to watch the excitement, after all. What if they got caught in an explosion and injured?

Just then, several police chiefs at the scene received orders from their superiors to drive all the civilians away at any cost.

If necessary, they could injure them, as long as they didn't kill anyone.

Now that their superiors had given permission, the police chiefs ordered their subordinates to take tear gas out of the police cars.

The gas had been ready all along, but their superiors hadn't allowed them to use it. Now they had nothing holding them back.

As tear gas canisters were thrown into the crowd one after another, the civilians immediately panicked.

They had never imagined they would have their eyes stung by gas just for watching a commotion. Such things rarely happened in Japan.

Quite a few people began retreating with their families. If anything really happened, ordinary people like them would be the ones to suffer.

Of course, there were also radicals among them. Several thug-looking men charged at the police through the tear gas.

Seeing those idiotic attacks, a police chief merely waved his hand, and officers broke their legs with batons before throwing them out.

As quite a few people lay howling on the ground, some officers took advantage of the tear gas blinding them to secretly break their legs.

"Baka! Weren't you shouting pretty loud just now?"

A young officer pinned a thug down with one hand and beat his leg with a baton in the other, holding nothing back.

"Aah!"

The thug's leg broke under the blow. Driven into a frenzy, he grabbed the young officer's leg and bit it.

He kept shouting "Baka! Baka!" as well.

In pain, the officer called over two colleagues and had them throw the man into the crowd. If he got trampled to death, that would have nothing to do with him.

Just as he turned around, a burly bald man in a hospital gown drew a scalpel downward from beneath his chin.

Before the other two officers even realized what had happened, the young officer had collapsed to the ground, coughing up bloody foam.

"Baka! Who did that? Show yourself!"

Similar incidents broke out everywhere, and many people suffered. Some injured patients were even crushed to death by the crowd.

The situation immediately spiraled further out of control. Some patients who had just left the hospital even collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

If they weren't faking it, they were probably having seizures. Unfortunately, there was no equipment available, even with medical personnel right beside them.

They could do nothing except force medication down their throats.

Seeing the situation getting worse, a veteran officer drew the stun gun from his waist and fired wildly at the most unruly part of the crowd.

Unfortunately, not only did this fail to disperse them, but the veteran officer also took several hard punches.

If the tactical officers behind him hadn't blocked the crowd with riot shields, the officer firing the stun gun might have been dragged in and trampled to death.

Of course, only some of them were extremists. Most had been swept up in the crowd and couldn't get out.

Suddenly, several tactical officers drew submachine guns and fired a burst into the sky.

That method proved effective, and the agitated crowd immediately quieted down.

After all, no matter how noisy people were, they couldn't drown out gunfire.

"I'll say it again. This is only an ordinary fire drill. Please trust the police."

The police chief, who had stayed at the back playing the nice guy, stepped forward again. Wearing an expression that said this was all for their own good, he loudly addressed the now-quiet crowd.

Seeing the dark gun barrels the tactical officers had trained on them, the restless civilians began calming down.

No one wanted to step forward and find out whether those guns were real.

They understood that whoever stuck their neck out would be the first to get shot.

Sukuna suddenly laughed as he drank his cola in the car. That approach was very Japanese.

Even after the police resorted to these rather extreme measures, it still took a full half hour to disperse the enormous crowd.

Quite a few people cursed as they left. If not for the threat of the guns,

the agitated crowd would never have left so easily.

Of course, they also remembered to drag away some of the bodies they had trampled to death.

Those bodies were naturally dumped in the river. No one knew who had actually trampled them to death anyway.

They weren't afraid the police would uncover anything. After all, the law couldn't punish an entire crowd.

Once everyone had left, the police chief and his officers set up a long police cordon, then withdrew as well.

Their superiors had ordered them to return to their posts after dispersing the crowd, and not to linger there.

Quite a few officers had been injured during the unrest, but only one young officer had lost his life.

Of course, a death like that absolutely had to be covered up.

Once everyone had gone, only a black sedan remained. Several officers had tried to drive it away in the meantime, too.

But the blonde woman had produced some sort of identification and sent them all away.

That was only natural. As a member of Window, she had at least that much authority.

Looking at Tokyo First Hospital ahead of him, thick with powerful cursed energy residue, Sukuna stretched a little.

After all, this was his first time facing a special grade cursed spirit. No, actually, it was his second.

Suguru Geto's strongest cursed spirit had been a special grade cursed spirit, after all.

And it was precisely because he had subdued that spirit that Suguru Geto had been designated a Special Grade Sorcerer.

Thinking of that Rainbow Dragon, Sukuna shook his head slightly. Special grade cursed spirits were indeed strong, but it had still been killed in a single blow.

It had probably suffered the most humiliating death of any special grade cursed spirit.

Next, it's our turn to take the stage!