Several months later.
After finally securing a week of leave, Yu Haibara eagerly boarded a flight to Malaysia, ready to meet up with Kento Nanami, who was now living the life of a retired old-timer.
Getting that leave approved had hardly been easy for Haibara, almost rivaling the trouble Nanami had gone through to retire. After all, he was now unquestionably one of Jujutsu Society's mainstays.
But he had no complaints whatsoever. In fact, being an incurable optimist, he had jumped for joy right in Yaga's office the day his request was approved.
He booked his ticket well in advance.
He arrived at the airport well in advance.
He boarded his flight well in advance.
On the flight to Malaysia, he even kindly offered free massages to several office workers who kept pounding their own shoulders.
After Haibara's brief massages, they were all astonished to discover that their shoulders really did feel lighter. The results blew every big-name massage parlor out of the water.
"You've got some serious skills, man."
"Haha, as long as you feel better!"
They all assumed Haibara was some master masseur. Haibara merely grinned without denying it, but the real reason their shoulders had felt heavy was that cursed spirits were clinging to them.
Of course, they weren't particularly strong cursed spirits.
If not for the fact that physical attacks couldn't harm cursed spirits, even a so-called grade 4 cursed spirit was just trash that could be dealt with using a wooden club. And the ones attached to these people were even weaker.
Perhaps because there were so many powerful jujutsu sorcerers these days, the balance between jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits had long since gone completely out of whack.
The number of powerful cursed spirits dwindled year by year, while low-level cursed spirits flourished in