The Cursed Tool Repository on the Jujutsu High Back Mountain was a standalone building with gray tiles and stone walls. It looked unremarkable, but it held the reserves the higher-ups had amassed over decades.
A Protective Barrier covered its outer walls. Four sorcerers stood guard at the entrance with Cursed Tools at their sides, instantly tensing when they saw the two approach.
The lead sorcerer steeled himself and stepped forward, his hand resting on his sword hilt:
"Gentlemen, the Cursed Tool Repository is a restricted area. No one may enter without written authorization from the higher-ups. Please leave."
The moment he finished, Satoru Gojo gave a laugh.
"Written authorization?"
"What's with all these rules?"
Pale blue cursed energy condensed into a point at his fingertip, and he simply nudged it forward-"Blue."
Gravitational force erupted. The Protective Barrier shattered like glass struck by a sledgehammer, scattering flecks of light across the sky and stripping a layer of loose stone from the walls.
All four guards took a step back, their faces deathly pale, their hands trembling on their sword hilts.
No one dared step forward. Even the barrier could not withstand a casual move from him; going up against him would be pure suicide.
"Would've saved us all some trouble if you'd done that sooner." Satoru Gojo clapped his hands as though dusting them off. "Come on. Let's go pick some things out."
Qingxiao pushed the door open and walked in as though entering his own storeroom.
On the shelves at the very back, all kinds of Cursed Tools were arranged by grade, ranging from Grade 1 to Special Grade. Each was sealed in a brocade box, part of the reserves the higher-ups could not bear to release.
He casually grabbed a Coarse Hemp Sack from the corner and strolled along