Tokyo's Shinjuku.
In the sky, on the ground, between the buildings.
Densely packed curses poured out like a disturbed ant colony spilling from its nest.
They came in all shapes and sizes.
There were humanoid monsters dozens of meters tall, their limbs twisted backward at the joints, their entire bodies covered in grayish-white bone armor.
There were transparent curses floating in midair, countless tentacles dangling from them like jellyfish.
And there were low-level curses, small in size but terrifying in number.
They crawled over the buildings' exterior walls, staining the entire district a nauseating dark gray.
Masamichi Yaga stood at the edge of a commercial building's rooftop, his gaze sweeping over the entire battlefield.
His voice spread through his cursed energy, cutting through the din of shrieking curses and crumbling buildings.
It reached every Jujutsu Sorcerer's ears clearly.
"Listen up!"
"Avoid damaging the buildings as much as possible!"
"There may still be people inside who haven't had time to evacuate!"
"If you find any civilians who haven't evacuated, help them get out immediately!"
"Understood?"
Voices answered him from every direction.
"Understood!"
"Roger!"
"Got it!"
One voice came a little later, its final syllable trailing off lazily.
It was Satoru Gojo, standing on another rooftop with his hands still in his pockets.
"Oh~"
"I heard you, I heard you."
Masamichi Yaga ignored him, merely giving him a long look.
The streets below were already packed with curses.
Ino stood beside Kento Nanami, looking at the surging black torrent before them, the corner of his eye twitching uncontrollably.
"This many... isn't this a bit ridiculous?"
He swallowed, most of the usual flippancy leaving his voice, replaced by genuine nervousness he couldn't quite suppress.
"And we're supposed to avoid damaging the buildings? How is that even possible, Mr. Nanami!"
Kento Nanami stood beside