Classes in the new school year kept everyone busy, and Satoru Gojo had also been assigned a last-minute mission overseas. The clingy man had kicked up a fuss, insisting that Miwa Chisei accompany him.
She had brushed him off with the same old line: "It's a special grade mission. I'm not qualified."
Miwa Chisei had her own matters to handle, and Satoru Gojo was only being needy. After all these years, they had more or less settled into their rhythm together.
And so the first-year students were entrusted to the second-years. Satoru Gojo had become quite adept at delegating.
That afternoon, while reviewing quarterly reports in her company office, Miwa Chisei received a call from Toji Fushiguro.
"Boss, there's something I need to tell you."
Toji Fushiguro never called without a reason. He usually handled routine matters himself.
"What is it?"
"I noticed something while gathering intelligence today. An assistant manager from Jujutsu Society had already stepped in, but I thought I should still let you know."
Miwa Chisei set down the documents in her hands and listened closely.
"An unidentified cursed womb was spotted above a juvenile detention center in Tokyo. Apparently, an ordinary person saw it too. I don't know whether it's a coincidence or the work of that group you're looking for."
Miwa Chisei was surprised. Ordinary people couldn't see cursed wombs. It was almost as though someone had deliberately made it visible.
"What's the situation now?"
"Everyone within a five-hundred-meter radius of the juvenile detention center has been evacuated. It looks like jujutsu sorcerers have already gone in to deal with it."
While it remained a cursed womb, its destructive potential was limited. Once it hatched, however, that would be an entirely different matter.
Only special grade cursed spirits had a cursed womb form.
"They should