"Geto, these should be cursed spirits born from humanity's fear of hospital nurses," Satoru Gojo told Suguru Geto, offering his assessment.
"But have you ever seen a hospital where the nurses wear high heels?" Suguru Geto sounded uncertain.
"Huh? But all the nurses I remember wore high heels."
"So which disc taught you that nurses wear high heels?" "Uh, well, maybe I remembered wrong. Ahahaha."
Satoru Gojo laughed awkwardly and changed the subject.
As the two talked, the high-heel cursed spirits inside the hospital came within three meters of them. "Looking at them up close, these things really are disgusting, Geto."
Suguru Geto nodded in wholehearted agreement. These little things certainly had a distinctive appearance. Satoru Gojo's words seemed to anger the five cursed spirits.
Crimson blood seeped from the soles of the five high-heel cursed spirits. The next moment.
The five high-heel cursed spirits leaped high into the air and attacked the seemingly defenseless Satoru Gojo. Their attack seemed to serve as a signal.
Satoru Gojo hunched slightly, while a cursed spirit resembling a lobster appeared behind Suguru Geto. "Then let the competition officially begin!"
Satoru Gojo made a face at Geto, then darted in front of one of the high-heel cursed spirits. Power surged through his pale wrist as he punched straight at it.
"Shoryuken!"
A dazzling blue arc burst from Satoru Gojo's fist, his powerful cursed energy instantly melting a cursed spirit's bod-
y.
With Satoru Gojo's strength, even without using his cursed technique, he could easily eliminate these weak cursed spirits with cursed energy alone. "Awesome. I've wanted to use that move for ages."
Satoru Gojo blew at the nonexistent smoke rising from his fist. "Looks like I'm in the lead, Geto." "Satoru, you really are something." "Then I can't let you look down on me either." Suguru Geto straightened the bangs over his forehead.
Snapping his fingers, Suguru Geto ordered the cursed spirit behind him to attack. "Satoru Gojo was right..."
"Something this ugly is downright fouling my eyes. So, sorry for the trouble, but would you go to hell?" A cold gleam flashed through Suguru Geto's narrow eyes, though a gentle smile remained on his face. Sensing its master's killing intent, the lobster cursed spirit behind him sprang into action.
The lobster cursed spirit summoned by Suguru Geto snipped one high-heel cursed spirit in half at the waist, followed by the second and the third. Against such overwhelming strength.
These low-level cursed spirits were no match at all for the cursed spirit Suguru Geto had summoned, collapsing at their first encounter. In the blink of an eye, only one of the five high-heel cursed spirits remained, barely clinging to life under the lobster cursed spirit's pincers. Feeling the gaping wound the lobster cursed spirit had cut into its upper body, the high-heel cursed spirit instinctively began backing away.
Chapter 19: Suguru Geto's pride
Although low-level cursed spirits had virtually no intelligence to speak of.
Seeking benefit and avoiding harm was instinctive to all living creatures, even beings like cursed spirits. So the high-heel cursed spirit became afraid.
Even though it could not understand what sort of emotion fear was.
Right now, it only wanted to get as far away from these two as possible.
The dying wails of its companions seemed to echo in the high-heel cursed spirit's ears, and its body trembled uncontrollably as it backed away. "Trying to run?"
Suguru Geto's bloodlust seemed to have been stirred. Seeing the cursed spirit trying to flee, he rushed forward to block it. "Watch out!"
Satoru Gojo's slightly urgent voice reached his ears, and Suguru Geto instinctively stopped.
While Suguru Geto was momentarily distracted, a puddle of black water appeared out of thin air along the high-heel cursed spirit's escape route. Fleeing blindly, the high-heel cursed spirit stepped straight onto it.
Eerie ripples spread across the black water on the ground.
Under Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto's gazes, a bloated, thick arm reached out of the black water, seized the still-struggling high-heel cursed spirit, and dragged it beneath the surface.
Then a spine-chilling chewing sound came from the black water on the ground.
Without a doubt, the high-heel cursed spirit that had been fleeing had been dragged down by something in the black water and become its food.
"What a pain. Looks like the big boss is about to show up. How scary."
Although Satoru Gojo said he was scared, there was not a trace of panic on his face. Instead, he looked eager to have a go. It was just a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit. No big deal.
After witnessing Gojo Chingetsu's spectacular slaughter of a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, Satoru Gojo had become quite unflappable.
At the very least, as Gojo Chingetsu's younger cousin, he couldn't lose his nerve in front of a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, could he? Suguru Geto's reaction stood in stark contrast to Satoru Gojo's.
At that moment, Suguru Geto wore a grave expression.
That puddle of black water had appeared so suddenly that he had not noticed how it had emerged at all.
Without a doubt, this mysterious cursed spirit possessed at least Semi-Grade 1 strength. It might even be Grade 1.
With his and Satoru Gojo's strength, exorcising a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit was no great difficulty. But this enemy was exceptionally cunning and had remained hidden beneath the black water.
Moreover, he still had no idea what this cursed spirit's cursed technique was. This was no small fry like those high-heel cursed spirits.
A Grade 1 Cursed Spirit had already begun to develop its own cursed technique. If they acted rashly, they might suffer an unexpected defeat. Suguru Geto quickly analyzed the situation, formulating the best battle plan.
He was different from ordinary jujutsu sorcerers who relied solely on brute force.
Although he possessed Cursed Spirit Manipulation, a cursed technique that could be called absurdly powerful, Suguru Geto trusted his own mind more. This was also something he had always taken pride in.
He was not some brave but brainless brute of a jujutsu sorcerer who knew only fighting and killing. Suguru Geto had always maintained that pride.
Until he met Satoru Gojo, someone who paid no heed to sound principles, yet thoroughly surpassed him in both strength and intellect.
He had once tried to keep up with Satoru Gojo, but the harder he worked, the more hopeless he became.
Whether in talent or anything else, Satoru Gojo left his peers far behind. Becoming friends with such a genius was both an honor and a sorrow.
Black mist spread again, thicker than before.
Suguru Geto's thoughts had drifted, and he failed to notice that a puddle of black water had silently appeared beneath his feet.
This is bad!
Feeling something strange beneath his feet, Suguru Geto's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints. The enemy's attack was far too stealthy. A moment's inattention had given it an opening.
Beneath the thick black mist, even Satoru Gojo hesitated for a second. But that single second gave the enemy its chance.
The suction beneath his feet grew stronger and stronger, and a bloated clawed hand had already caught his trouser leg. Suguru Geto could feel the cold, sinister sensation coming from that hand.
Worse still, that chill clung to him like maggots to bone, gradually spreading from his calf throughout his body.
In the space of a single breath, his cursed energy began to destabilize, and even the lobster cursed spirit he had summoned earlier was forced to dissipate. "I never thought I'd fall into the cursed spirit's trap after all..."
"At this rate, even Satoru won't make it in time, will he?" Though Satoru wouldn't fall for something this easily in the first place.
The black water had already risen past his chest, and Suguru Geto had prepared himself to drown. "A Grade 1 Cursed Spirit? Looks like I'm pretty lucky."
A cool voice rang out beside his ear.
The next moment, a long, powerful arm pulled him out of the swamp of despair. Suguru Geto struggled to open his eyes.
The newcomer looked extremely similar to Satoru Gojo, with the same distinctive silvery-white hair. Only his eyes were black as ink, and the smile on his lips was more wicked and unrestrained.
P.S. Timidly asking for some flowers and votes.
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Chapter 20: You must be quite a failure to end up like this as a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit, huh? "Get out here!"
Suguru Geto stared blankly as this person who looked so much like Satoru Gojo slammed a fist into the puddle of black water on the ground.
Accompanied by the boy's furious shout, the black water on the ground rippled violently.
A cursed spirit that looked very much like an octopus, yet had eight human arms, was seized by the head and hauled out of the black water like a chick by the boy before him.
The corner of Suguru Geto's eye twitched. He had never seen anything like this before.
A powerful Grade 1 Cursed Spirit was like a little chick in this boy's hand. Even Satoru Gojo couldn't do that so easily, could he?
Come on, doesn't a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit have any dignity?
Suguru Geto felt his view of life being shaken once again. "Sorry, Geto. I let my guard down back there."
"Thank you, Chingetsu."
Satoru Gojo sounded somewhat remorseful.
After all, if Chingetsu had not suddenly appeared and caught Suguru Geto just as he was about to be dragged beneath the black water, there was no telling what would have happened to him.
"It's all right, Satoru."
"That cursed spirit was just too cunning." "Also, who's he?"
Suguru Geto stood up, straightened his water-soaked school uniform, and looked at Gojo Chingetsu, who was crouching on the ground, admiring his spoils with great interest.
"Let me introduce you. This is my older cousin, Chingetsu. Gojo Chingetsu."
Seeing that Suguru Geto was unharmed, Satoru Gojo slung an arm around Chingetsu's shoulders and introduced him. Older cousin?
Suguru Geto instinctively scratched his head. He had never heard Satoru Gojo mention having an older cousin. But seeing their strikingly similar faces, he already mostly believed it.
"Thank you, Chingetsu."
Suguru Geto bowed to this boy, who was around his own age, expressing his gratitude. After all, if Chingetsu had not appeared in time, he would probably have already died in this eight-armed cursed spirit's maw. Holding the eight-armed cursed spirit's head down with one hand, Chingetsu looked up at Suguru Geto, who was bowing before him.
Suguru Geto.
Naturally, Chingetsu was no stranger to that name.
However, this was Chingetsu's first time seeing Suguru Geto in person.
Looking at the somewhat deferential Suguru Geto before him, Chingetsu found it hard to imagine that this polite boy would later turn evil and become a curse user reviled by everyone.
But what does that have to do with me?
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