Shibuya Station was sweltering.
Flames hotter than before surged upward, their flickering, illusory light rising into the sky and gradually taking solid form.
Watching from a distance, Kento Nanami's expression grew grave. The cursed energy within Jogo had broken past his limits and was still soaring wildly.
"How is this possible?!"
Mei Mei brushed her hair aside and offered the others an uncertain explanation:
"It's probably a binding vow that burns away his life."
"The simplest way for a jujutsu sorcerer to increase their strength is a [binding vow] that costs them their life."
"My Black Bird Manipulation is very weak. All it normally does is share vision, letting the birds act as my eyes."
Under Mei Mei's control, a black crow flew over, looking frail before the group.
But a moment later, the black crow they could have shot down with ease let out a cry.
Like a pitch-black crossbow bolt, it streaked past them and sliced through a sturdy steel streetlight to their left.
Yuji Itadori was startled by the crow's surging cursed energy, but when he looked down, he saw the bird that had seemed so formidable a moment ago collapse helplessly onto the ground.
Utterly spent, it fell with a thud and died.
As Fushiguro and the others looked on in confusion, Mei Mei smiled.
"Even a weak, fragile crow can break through the cursed energy limits of a small animal when I force it to burn its own life. It becomes sharp enough to cut through iron, unstoppable."
"And so far, the only person in this world who can block that strike is Satoru Gojo."
Yuji Itadori looked at the countless crows flying overhead, his scalp prickling.
If hundreds of crows capable of slicing through iron launched suicidal attacks at once, even a special grade