Kyoto.
On another street.
Aoi Todo stood atop a pile of broken bricks.
His breathing was steady.
In fact, it was almost too steady.
At least seventy-eight curse corpses lay at his feet.
Todo glanced down at the slowly writhing heap of remains by his feet, barely recognizable as what had once been a reptilian curse.
"Still moving?"
He raised his foot and leisurely stomped its forehead once more.
Crack.
The thing stopped moving altogether.
He rolled his shoulders, his joints giving a few crisp pops.
"Yo!"
He raised his head, his gaze landing on the fresh horde of curses surging toward him from the far end of the street.
The curses packed the entire street, ranging from low-grade small fry to hulking Grade 1s.
His mouth spread into a grin.
"Still this many, huh?"
He planted his hands on his hips and watched them for a moment with his head tilted.
"Hmm... that's not a small number."
"But it's not that many, either."
"How should I put it... you're still a little lacking compared to the ones Gojo casually tossed out during that special training last summer break."
He took a step forward. Broken bricks crunched beneath his foot.
"Well, since you're here."
"One at a time, or all together?"
"I recommend all together. It's more efficient."
He scratched the back of his head, suddenly growing excited.
"Come on, baby!"
He charged forward.
No Cursed Technique.
He simply ran over on his own two legs.
And then!
The first curse came to meet him.
It was a huge thing shaped like a wild boar.
It lowered its head, accelerated, and charged straight at Todo.
Todo did not even slow down.
His right fist swung upward, the knuckles striking the thing square in the jaw.
Bam!
The boar curse's head