[For the rest of the year, all of Japan's jujutsu society entered a period of peace that struck you as eerie.]
[There were no sudden incidents, nor any further headache-inducing reports about "Steel Brain" from overseas.]
[Instead, this calm everyday life left you, accustomed as you were to sudden emergencies, with an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity and discomfort.]
[It was like a bowstring that had long been stretched to its limit suddenly having all its tension released, leaving one at a loss.]
[This peace had not come out of nowhere. It rested on the steady, efficient cleanup operations of your nationwide "Great Sage" network.]
[Those nineteen self-sustaining cursed corpses with special grade cursed energy reserves were like twenty ruthless curse grinders, snuffing out the vast majority of potential threats in their cradles.]
[Thanks to the Great Sages, even Satoru Gojo, who had once been buried under mountains of missions, had visibly more days off lately.]
[Not only did the guy have time to leisurely queue for limited-edition desserts on the streets of Tokyo, he was so idle that he had begun frequently pestering you with messages, earnestly discussing where to find new entertainment in his spare time.]
[Of course, this was inevitable.]
[Special grade cursed spirits and catastrophic incidents capable of causing major upheaval had never been particularly common. Most incidents flagged as potentially troublesome ultimately proved to be no more than grade 1 cursed spirits, or simply cursed wombs that had yet to fully hatch.]
[Enemies of this caliber were hardly difficult assignments for the Great Sages, who could arrive on the scene immediately and suppress them physically.]
[Of course, they occasionally encountered beings that were relatively troublesome to handle. But most of those cursed spirits were not particularly powerful in a head-on fight; they merely possessed high mobility,