[The scene before Satoru Gojo struck him with an unprecedented force, a brutally visceral sight steeped in the overwhelming stench of blood.]
[Behind his sunglasses, those azure "Six Eyes" trembled slightly, analyzing every last trace of the violent Cursed Energy lingering in the air.]
[As the divine child of the Gojo Clan, one of the Three Great Families, he had seen countless hideous Cursed Spirits, and it was not as though he had never seen a dead person. Yet never before today, before this moment, had he understood the slaughter of fellow Jujutsu Sorcerers with such profound, chilling clarity.]
[Beside him, Suguru Geto was no different. His tall frame stood rigidly in place, his gaze fixed on the two mangled, headless corpses on the floor as his breathing grew extremely heavy.]
[He felt considerable astonishment, and even a faint, absurd fear. What beliefs and reasons could have made you, who always wore a gentle smile at school and rarely lost your temper, take so many lives so coldly and mercilessly in a single day?]
[In Suguru Geto's eyes, there had not been the slightest hesitation or mercy in the way you had just unleashed Blue to crush those two people's heads. To you, killing people seemed as simple, numb, and natural as expertly slaughtering chickens and ducks at a market.]
[Yet you, standing at the center of this maelstrom, were utterly oblivious to their turbulent thoughts-or simply did not care.]
[With a calm expression, you took your phone from your pocket and deftly dialed the Assistant Supervisor responsible for communications.]
[Once the call connected, your voice held no emotional inflection, as though you were reporting something utterly trivial.]
["Hello, this is Li Shunchen. There are another two Curse Users' bodies in the corridor at Renchoku Girls' Academy. They tried to