If only you were the one with special grade power...

Since some readers did not understand "Nagi Daytime Prohibition" and "Phantom Parade," here is a brief supplement.

"Nagi Daytime Prohibition" was cast once rather than maintained continuously. When it took effect on "Cursed Spirit Manipulation," the technique anchored by the Cursed Technique Lapse "Phantom Parade" was also "Cursed Spirit Manipulation."

Furthermore, "Nagi Daytime Prohibition" required a corresponding target. When facing "Limitless," Cursed Technique Lapse "Blue," Cursed Technique Lapse "Red," and Hollow Technique "Purple," this meant that "Nagi Daytime Prohibition" needed to be cast against each corresponding manifestation. In other words, casting "Nagi Daytime Prohibition" against "Limitless" could not also cancel out a casting of Cursed Technique Lapse "Blue."

The cursed energy consumed when canceling an opponent's different techniques would also be affected by the output of their technique and one's own familiarity with and mastery of that technique.

[On the muddy clearing, the dull impacts of fists and feet rang out without pause.]

[Even with his technique firmly sealed by "Nagi Daytime Prohibition," Suguru Geto's thoroughly honed hand-to-hand combat still came like a violent storm.]

[However, he soon noticed something unusual. None of your attacks targeted his vital points, and you made no attempt to dodge his heavy blows. You were fighting desperately, trading injury for injury.]

[Amid the white steam rising from Reverse Cursed Technique, the bone-deep wounds on your body healed again and again, yet you lunged at him each time, trying to pin him in place through sheer attrition.]

[Suguru Geto blocked your knife-hand strike and retreated half a step. As he looked into your bloodshot eyes, which still held not a trace of murderous intent, his previously icy expression briefly froze.]

[Then he gave a self-mocking smile, a hint of helplessness and deep regret showing in his eyes.]

[The night wind stirred the black hair hanging over his forehead. He spoke softly to you, his voice as gentle as it had been during casual classroom conversations, even carrying a touch of tenderness.]

["Shunchen... back then, when you faced senior Yuki Tsukumo's absurd 'Cursed Energy Elimination Theory,' your rebuttal was so sharp, so decisive, even cold enough to kill."]

["But why now, at a time like this... have you become so gentle again?"]

[Reflected in Suguru Geto's narrow eyes was your face, pale from excessive use of Reverse Cursed Technique.]

["You have instincts so sharp they're almost foresight. Since you already knew things would turn out this way, why didn't you kill me sooner? If you'd wanted to, in the car on our way here, before pushing open that door... you had countless chances to kill me."]

["Shut up...!"]

[You clenched your teeth, swallowed the blood welling in your throat, and charged at him again, your voice hoarse from the sheer effort.]

["What I wanted was never to kill anyone! What I hate is this twisted world that turns people into expendable resources and drives the weak into becoming monsters, not you people living in it!"]

[You seized Suguru Geto by his collar and roared in an almost pleading voice.]

["Stop, Geto! Lower your hands! I'll find a way to change all of this. Until that way appears... please, hold on a little longer!"]

[This was your own "greater good." You refused to accept Satoru Gojo's godlike solitude, and you refused to accept Suguru Geto's resolve to slaughter the weak. With your mortal body, you would tear apart the rotten higher-ups and mend this system and world, both riddled with holes.]

[Yet upon hearing your words, the last ripple in Suguru Geto's eyes stilled completely.]

[He shook his head slightly. When he raised his eyes again, that gentle facade was torn away completely, replaced by abyssal coldness and resolve.]

["I know, Shunchen. This is how you are... you see through the world's cruelty, yet you can never bring yourself to sever those meaningless bonds."]

[Suguru Geto's voice was as cold as a verdict.]

["Since you can't make up your mind, let me... cut them off for you."]

[At those words, a terrifying sense of unease instantly gripped your heart.]

[Clatter-]

[A crisp, cold clash of metal abruptly split the night air.]

[A long stretch of heavy chain, gleaming darkly, suddenly slid from Suguru Geto's right sleeve and coiled on the ground like a venomous snake. Its astonishing length clearly far exceeded the physical limits of what his sleeve could hold!]

[Your pupils abruptly contracted. That was the cursed tool, the Chain of a Thousand Miles Chain!]

[The lethal weapon Toji Fushiguro had used against Satoru Gojo during the Star Plasma Vessel Incident! You had assumed Suguru Geto would keep this cursed tool swallowed inside that ugly Storage Cursed Spirit, just as Toji had, making it impossible to retrieve under the suppression of "Nagi Daytime Prohibition."]

[But you had never imagined that, to guard against unexpected situations, Suguru Geto had wrapped it around his own body beforehand!]

["No! Geto! Stop!!!"]

[Realizing what Suguru Geto intended to do, you nearly tore your eyes wide apart and unleashed all your strength to stop him, but it was already too late.]

[Suguru Geto snapped his wrist. The Chain of a Thousand Miles Chain became a blur that tore through the air, like the grim reaper's whip, instantly crossing your defensive line and lashing viciously at the village chief, who was still watching the spectacle nearby.]

[Bang-!!!]

[It was like a heavy iron hammer smashing a fully ripe watermelon. There was no wail, no resistance.]

[The village chief's head, covered in wrinkles and malice, burst apart the instant the chain touched it!]

[Chalk-white bone fragments, scarlet flesh, and yellow-white brain matter instantly sprayed like fireworks, drenching the surrounding villagers' bodies and faces.]

[The air fell deathly still at that moment. Like a meteor striking a calm lake, those several seconds of dead silence gave way to a "tsunami" that swallowed reason.]

[The ignorant villagers wiped the warm liquid from their faces and looked down as the village chief's headless corpse crashed to the ground, still spurting blood. Only then did sheer terror finally burst from their throats.]

["Aaaaaah!!! Murder!!!"]

["Monster! The sorcerer is a monster!! Run!!"]

[Screams and cries instantly pierced the night sky. Like ants whose nest had been trampled, the villagers scrambled and crawled, fleeing wildly in every direction.]

[Standing amid this bloody carnage, Suguru Geto merely drew back the bloodstained chain slowly.]

[He looked at you, the corners of his mouth curling into an icy smile.]

["Now you can give it your all, can't you, Shunchen?"]

["Suguru Geto-!!!"]

[You let out a furious roar like a lone wolf crying blood. You finally understood that there was no turning back for him. Hesitating no longer, you drew the cursed short blade named "Asagirimaru" from your sleeve with a backhand grip. Its gleam flashed like silk as you slashed at Suguru Geto without holding back, carrying bone-chilling murderous intent.]

[The blade sliced through his uniform and forced Suguru Geto back. He could clearly feel that, with your blade drawn, you were a completely different person from the one who had only defended moments ago.]

["Couldn't you have done this from the start?"]

[Suguru Geto sighed as he evaded the flashing blade.]

["This isn't the outcome I wanted!!"]

[You gritted your teeth and swung your blade in counterattack.]

["Yes, you always want an ending where everyone is happy."]

[Suguru Geto watched you while using the chain's weight to block, a flicker of complex feeling crossing his eyes.]

["The reason Satoru is strong is that he thinks he's a god. He wants to carry all the weight alone. But Shunchen, you're actually greedier than Satoru. You're clearly only mortal, yet you want to save everyone. You've truly worked hard. Unfortunately..."]

[Before Suguru Geto finished speaking, you discovered in shock that the cursed energy previously held firmly down by "Nagi Daytime Prohibition" had begun boiling wildly above his head!]

[Countless pitch-black, twisted cursed spirits were forcibly dragged from empty space. Rather than taking physical form, they were compressed and fused together amid shrill wails, as though thrown into a meat grinder, finally becoming a bizarre vortex radiating destructive, high-density cursed energy!]

[Your eyes widened in disbelief.]

[How was that possible?! Within the range of "Nagi Daytime Prohibition," he shouldn't have been able to summon cursed spirits! And those numbers, that state of cursed energy with its completely altered frequency... what on earth was going on?!]

[But at that moment, maintaining the suppression field left you with no strength to switch to "Phantom Parade" and analyze information about this move.]

[Suguru Geto held that black sun capable of devouring everything aloft in one hand, looking at you with pity.]

["The essence of 'Cursed Spirit Manipulation' is swallowing and commanding subdued cursed spirits. You canceled my 'commanding,' but what if I directly converted them into ultra-high-density pure cursed energy and fired it?"]

["Maximum Technique: Uzumaki."]

[Boom-!!]

[As that cold name fell from his lips, a black torrent formed from countless compressed cursed spirits poured down upon you with world-destroying force.]

[In that hundredth of a second between life and death, you had no choice.]

[You were forced to cancel "Nagi Daytime Prohibition," instantly switching your technique back to "Phantom Parade" and forcibly replicating that godlike power, "Limitless"!]

[However, without the assistance of the "Six Eyes," forcibly deploying Limitless came at an agonizing cost.]

[Those two seconds of resistance seemed to stretch into a century for you.]

[Spatial concepts, atomic-level cursed energy manipulation, vast amounts of environmental information... they stabbed relentlessly into your brain like red-hot steel needles.]

[Your nerves wailed, and your cursed energy was frantically drained like floodwater bursting through a dam. The weakness and agony felt as though they would nearly tear your soul apart.]

[At the center of this world-destroying storm, Suguru Geto quietly watched you struggle to hold on within the black torrent, murmuring to himself with a complicated expression.]

["I've only just figured this move out, so I'm still not very familiar with it... but I truly never imagined my first time using it would be against you."]

[Crack-]

[Ultimately, mortal limits were utterly breached. You could no longer sustain that enormous volume of calculations, and Limitless's defense collapsed at the final moment.]

[Fortunately, Suguru Geto diverted Uzumaki's core at that instant. In the end, he still had not struck to kill you, but even the residual force brushing past you instantly tore through the right side of your abdomen.]

[You crashed heavily into the distant ruins, a horrifying, enormous wound piercing straight through the right side of your abdomen. Blood instantly stained the ground red.]

[You no longer even had the strength to stand. You could only lie in a pool of blood like someone on the verge of death, desperately maintaining "Reverse Cursed Technique" with your last trace of hazy consciousness, clinging to your final breath to keep yourself alive.]

[With the "Nagi Daytime Prohibition" suppressing his "Cursed Spirit Manipulation" completely gone, Suguru Geto released all his remaining cursed spirits.]

[Beneath the night sky, an inhuman slaughter officially began. The roars of cursed spirits, the crashes of collapsing wooden houses, and the villagers' screams as they were torn apart, along with their desperate pleas for mercy, intertwined into a hymn of hell.]

[Flames soared into the sky. Suguru Geto stepped over the severed limbs strewn across the ground, and past you as you lay in a pool of blood.]

[He walked to that foul-smelling wooden house, cut through the chains, and gently took the hands of the two trembling twin girls.]

[Amid the receding firelight and screams, in the final moment before you lost consciousness, you seemed to hear a faint voice drifting through the night wind, like a sorrowful sigh directed at fate.]

["Shunchen... if only you were the one with special grade power..."]

[When the first ray of morning sunlight struggled through the thick mountain mist the following day, the remote village once hidden among the mountains had been completely reduced to a deathly silent, scorched hellscape.]

[Having followed your arrangements, the assistant supervisor drove over as scheduled that morning to pick you up after enduring an uneasy night.]

[Yet the moment he entered the village, what greeted him was not a special grade sorcerer who had completed his mission, but blood covering the ground, torn limbs, and ruins still billowing black smoke.]

[The assistant supervisor frantically searched and shouted through the ruins in terror. Finally, at the edge of a huge crater blasted out by terrifying cursed energy at the far end of the village, he found you drenched in blood.]

[The wound piercing your right abdomen was horrifying. You had already lost consciousness, and only bodily instinct kept your Reverse Cursed Technique working extremely faintly, desperately sustaining your final breath.]

[Accompanied by the assistant supervisor's shrill cries for help and the piercing sirens that arrived afterward, you were rushed to Jujutsu High.]

[A few days later, a cold, brutal report was delivered to the desks of the Jujutsu Higher-Ups, which reeked of decay.]

[Two days after the assigned operative, Jujutsu High third-year student Suguru Geto, was dispatched on a mission, a total of 112 residents of the old village were confirmed dead.]

[Initially suspected to be the work of cursed spirits, subsequent analysis of cursed residue established that Suguru Geto's Cursed Spirit Manipulation was responsible.]

[Suguru Geto had fled. Under Article 9 of the jujutsu regulations, he, as a jujutsu sorcerer, was designated for execution.]

[In that cold, gloomy operating room beneath Jujutsu High, the pungent smell of disinfectant almost seemed to congeal in the air.]

[Wearing sterile clothing, Shoko Ieiri stood quietly before the operating table. Dark shadows filled the area beneath her eyes from long hours without sleep as she looked at you lying beneath the surgical light, your body covered in life-support tubes and lines, deep in a coma.]

[In Shoko's memory, you were always that gentle, dependable companion who rushed to heal others and desperately wanted to lend everyone around you a hand.]

[Yet now, the person who saved others every day lay here lifelessly like a porcelain doll smashed to pieces, waiting for her treatment.]

["...What an idiot."]

[Shoko bit her trembling lip hard and released an extremely heavy, helpless sigh.]

["You're always talking about saving everyone, but in the end... the ones who need saving most are you self-righteous idiots yourselves."]