Mahito leaped down from the tree, his mismatched eyes gleaming as though he had found a treasure. He was positively brimming with excitement.
"What a beautiful soul."
Miwa Chisei had never seen a cursed spirit that could chat so casually with humans. Even the special grade cursed spirits she had encountered before would mindlessly attack any human they saw.
"A special grade cursed spirit?"
Mahito tapped his cheek and flashed an innocent smile.
"Is that what jujutsu sorcerers call me? If possible, I'd like you to use my name-Mahito."
Miwa Chisei's expression remained impassive. The cursed spirit before her was already as intelligent as a human. He had even given himself a name.
Cursed spirits weren't supposed to possess that kind of awareness.
"I don't know whether you're a real person or a fake, but you sound like you know me. Are you an accomplice of Miwa Yuto's?"
Miwa Chisei maintained her defensive stance, ready to draw her own blood at any moment.
Mahito frowned in confusion, apparently pondering something, then clapped his hands and grinned.
"Let's say I am. I prefer killing women, so the guy beside you can run away. I'll give you just three seconds-"
The young man's voice was lively and playful, but Kento Nanami's expression remained grave. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, his muscles tensing.
Mahito's tone abruptly changed, his lilting voice dropping low.
"Just kidding. You don't get three seconds. I'll kill you too."
He lunged at Kento Nanami, but a scythe slashed down in front of him, practically grazing the skin of his cheek.
A flicker of surprise crossed Mahito's face as his body suddenly shuddered, seemingly unable to move. In that single instant, Miwa Chisei swung her scythe with a cold expression and cut him in half at the waist!
Yet as