Soul Liberation Blade

Toji Fushiguro opened his mouth, and the Inventory Curse Worm crawled out. It opened its own mouth in turn and spat out the Soul Liberation Blade, which Toji grabbed and pulled free.

The bizarre sight rivaled Orochimaru spitting out a snake that then spat out the Kusanagi Sword.

"Catch, brat."

The Soul Liberation Blade measured 100 centimeters in total, with a fur-trimmed handle 40 centimeters long and a 60-centimeter blade.

The sword was taller than Naomitsu himself. After all, he was not even 90 centimeters tall.

"I'm off, brat."

The Inventory Curse Worm curled up on Toji's shoulder as he walked past Naomitsu with his hands in his pockets. He asked Naomitsu no further questions, showing complete trust in him over their deal.

"Come find me in Tokyo tomorrow. I'll take you somewhere for special training."

Watching Toji leave the Zenin Clan grounds, Naomitsu made no effort to hide his delight. He immediately raised the Soul Liberation Blade and happily played around with it.

"This is a special grade cursed tool! A rare treasure!"

Jujutsu sorcerers were inherently different from ordinary people. Though the sword was taller than Naomitsu, he handled it as easily as if it weighed nothing.

"Boss? What were you talking about with Toji just now?"

Naoya Zenin's eyes brimmed with curiosity. His injuries from earlier were not all that serious.

"Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong!"

Naomitsu twirled the sword, frightening Naoya Zenin into sheepish silence. One slash from that thing might turn him into two-and-a-half Gojo.

"Hmph! I'm going to tell my father..."

Naomitsu caught Naoya Zenin's muttering and fixed him with an icy stare.

"Hehe, boss, I was only joking, of course."

Naomitsu kicked Naoya Zenin in the backside, sending him sprawling face-first again.

"Behave yourself, or you'll be the first person this blade draws blood from."

The coldly gleaming blade radiated a bone-chilling menace that struck straight at the soul. The Soul Liberation Blade was said to be capable of severing souls.

"Boss! I won't do it again!"

Naoya Zenin was a bully who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. After being beaten down by Naomitsu and Toji in succession, his spirit had been utterly crushed.

He would not even have the chance to bully Maki and Mai anymore.

Watching Naomitsu walk away, Naoya Zenin slumped onto the ground. He tipped his head back to gaze at the sky, his emotions swaying like wind chimes in the breeze.

Carrying the Soul Liberation Blade, Naomitsu returned to the bamboo grove. The cursed energy inside him stirred restlessly; he could hardly wait to test the sword.

"This sword is so powerful!"

Naomitsu pushed his cursed energy infusion to the limit. The Soul Liberation Blade in his hands continuously condensed the energy, its deep-purple glow dazzling as the compressed cursed energy approached the solidity of a cursed energy projectile.

A slash like this could cut through anything.

"It's gone from three digits to four. Before, a wooden sword would turn to splinters if I went beyond three digits. This sword could probably withstand cursed energy in the millions."

A special grade cursed tool truly was extraordinary. With the Soul Liberation Blade, Naomitsu's combat strength had undergone a temporary but fundamental leap.

"Mitsu! Lunchtime! We made your favorite eel rice today! There's apple juice, too!"

Mai came skipping over alongside Maki. When the sisters saw Naomitsu holding a Soul Liberation Blade taller than he was, they immediately burst out laughing.

"Naomitsu, that's dangerous. You should practice with a wooden sword instead. You could hurt yourself with that blade."

Maki still treated Naomitsu like an ordinary little boy. Afraid he would get hurt, she wanted to stop him from practicing with the Soul Liberation Blade.

"Maki, I'm not that easy to hurt. But this weapon really is inconvenient to carry around. It'd be nice to have something to store it in."

Little Mai followed behind Maki. Hearing this, she propped her chin on her hand and began to think.

"If you just want to store it temporarily, you can use a Curtain. But if you want to carry it around, hehe... that's where I come in!"

Mai constructed it in her mind, using every last bit of her cursed energy to create a sheath for Naomitsu that perfectly matched the Soul Liberation Blade's shape and size.

"Mitsu! Try it!"

Eager for praise, Mai handed over the ornate silver-white sheath. Naomitsu took it and tried it out. It fit perfectly and was extremely light.

"Mai! You're a huge help!" Naomitsu tried to stroke Mai's hair, but his lack of height made the gesture look rather comical.

"I'm so glad I could help you, Mitsu!"

Mai indulged Naomitsu, too. Seeing him reach out, she crouched in front of him and let him pet her like an obedient puppy.

"You're so sweet, Mitsu!"

Beside them, Maki puffed out her cheeks in jealousy. It was hard to tell whether she was jealous of her little sister Mai or her little brother Naomitsu.

"Let's all get stronger together!"

Naomitsu wiped the sweat from Mai's forehead and transferred [100] cursed energy into her body. After helping her recover from her exhaustion, he went over to Maki.

"Maki, let's spar."

Tomorrow, he would leave for special training with Toji Fushiguro. He would not see the sisters for several days.

He would use the little time he had left today to spend some quality time with them.

"Hmph! Don't cry when I beat you up, Mitsu!"

Perhaps because of her earlier jealousy, Maki put a little more strength into her attacks this time.

Unfortunately, Naomitsu had cursed energy, and Maki's attacks struggled to break through his defenses. The two continued exchanging combat experience until Maki finally collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.

"No more, no more. Mitsu, your big sister's tired. Let's take a break."

Maki was drenched in sweat. She clung to Naomitsu, refusing to play fair, and spoke in a wheedling tone. How could he bear to refuse her?

"Then get some good rest, Maki!"

"Stupid Maki! Stop bothering Mitsu! Come back and do the chores with me!" Mai, who was just as attached to her little brother, was fiercely jealous too.

"Ow! Wait! Don't pull me!"

"Come on!"

As Mai dragged her away, Maki waved goodbye to Naomitsu. Before they left, he also told them he would be away for three days.

They could not make the decision themselves, so they could only jog off to tell their mother, who would then pass the message on to Ogi Zenin.

"I was hoping to have a fight with the Heavenly Tyrant, but then I remembered Maki hasn't awakened yet. I wonder what tomorrow's special training will involve."

To be honest, Naomitsu felt apprehensive about tomorrow's special training with Toji Fushiguro.

Of course, there was a spark of excitement mixed in with that apprehension.

He had trained hard for two years, and now he was about to put the results to the test. If he could adapt over those three days, his cursed energy would multiply at a truly terrifying rate next year.

"I've got to work hard while I'm young!"

Naomitsu did not want to end up like Itadori, who seemed so helpless throughout the entire story, only becoming invincible in this world sixty-eight years later.

"I'll swing the sword another ten thousand times! Let's see if I can land a Black Flash!"

With the Soul Liberation Blade, Naomitsu no longer needed to worry about finely controlling his cursed energy. He only needed to focus entirely on the sensation of Black Flash.

Swing after swing, Naomitsu searched for the feeling he had experienced last time.

An hour later...

"1,087, 1,088, 1,089..."

He landed a Black Flash!

Black and red engulfed the entire blade. Its cursed energy and force were on a completely different level from before.