[As Suguru Geto's vital signs vanished completely, the Cursed Spirit Manipulation contract that bound thousands upon thousands of cursed spirits crumbled into dust along with him.]
[Suddenly freed from their restraints, the cursed spirits surged like a black flood bursting through a dam, descending into unprecedented frenzy on the streets of Tokyo and Kyoto as they greedily breathed the air of newfound freedom.]
[Their revelry did not cause much of a stir, however. Jujutsu High had already assembled relatively ample manpower to counter the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, and these leaderless rabble, each fighting alone, were soon subdued one by one by the well-trained jujutsu sorcerers.]
[Even so, more than a hundred ordinary civilians died during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.]
[Yet amid this wave of counterattacks on every front, you quietly slipped out of sight. You did not even participate in any of the cursed spirit extermination efforts.]
[Because... you were busy wiping out every last one of the curse users Suguru Geto had called his "family."]
[On the rooftop, blood dripped down Asagirimaru's blade. As you watched them fall into pools of blood one after another, dying by your hand, you felt not the slightest satisfaction or sense of justice at bringing criminals to account.]
[You knew Suguru Geto's character all too well. That man, gentle to the point of being almost twisted at his core, could never have come together with these people simply over a vile ideal like "wanting to slaughter ordinary people."]
[You understood better than anyone that the actual cause and effect were probably precisely the reverse. These people must have experienced the despair of being abandoned by the world at some point in their lives, and only after Suguru Geto offered them a helping hand had they gathered around