In the Kagoshima combat zone on the country's southern border, bitterly cold ice covered the ground. On top of it, the childlike Uraume battled Jujutsu Sorcerers who had rushed over from the other combat zones.
"Damn it! He looks like a kid, but he fights as viciously as an old veteran. And what's with his Jujutsu? Has this guy reached Special Grade...?"
An overworked Jujutsu Sorcerer's eyebrows twitched upward as he felt the oppressive aura emanating from Uraume.
Honestly, he already wanted to go home to his mother.
Similar thoughts surfaced in the minds of everyone present. They had been fooled by Uraume's youthful face and let their guard down. Besides, strength in Jujutsu should never have been tied to age in the first place. That was common knowledge.
Grade 4: a level any Jujutsu Sorcerer could reach with a little effort.
Grade 3: the level where most Jujutsu Sorcerers who awakened in rural areas without formal training tended to linger.
Grade 2: a level someone with a certain amount of talent and persistent effort had a good chance of reaching with formal instruction.
Grade 1: the true backbone of the Jujutsu Society. Innate talent mattered more than diligence and hard work, and reaching this level generally opened up a significant gap between a sorcerer and their peers.
Special Grade: an anomalous existence with enough strength to single-handedly overturn the normal functioning of a country. If someone like that cast aside the restraints of morality and law, they would become a tremendous disaster.
In terms of cursed energy output, Uraume had undoubtedly reached the benchmark of Special Grade. Bitter, bone-chilling winds swept across the battlefield.
The Jujutsu Sorcerers opposing him had never faced an enemy like this in their everyday lives. As the seconds and minutes passed, more and more