"Well? Have you made up your mind, Gojo Chingetsu?"
"As long as you agree to join us, I'll let this girl go. Otherwise..."
Kimura €€suke let out a sinister chuckle, his meaning plain enough. Masamichi Yaga's brow furrowed.
The man had clearly come prepared, and had even taken his student hostage while his guard was down.
"What will he choose?"
Masamichi Yaga looked at Chingetsu, who had remained silent after speaking once at the start. "Gojo Chingetsu, you'd better hurry!"
"Will you join us, or shall I kill this girl?" A trace of impatience appeared on Kimura €€suke's face.
The longer this dragged on, the worse his position became.
He had already sacrificed far too much cursed energy to hatch Hannya.
He had planned to slip away with the help of this special cursed spirit that could conceal his body and presence, only to overhear the conversation between Masamichi Yaga and Gojo Chingetsu.
So he decided to take a gamble.
If he succeeded in turning Gojo Chingetsu to his side,
having a Special Grade like him join would raise his standing within the Q Organization.
Perhaps he would not only escape punishment for Hannya's exorcism, but even receive a commendation from the boss. "Hurry up! Make your decision!"
Kimura €€suke's expression gradually twisted.
Utahime Iori's face instantly flushed red, as though something had coiled around her neck and left her unable to breathe. Masamichi Yaga clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked.
In his extreme fury, even his knuckles began to turn white.
Chingetsu slowly raised his head, narrowing his eyes slightly as he looked at Kimura €€suke as though he were already dead. "I hate being threatened, so..."
"The Hand!" "Bites the Dust!"
A blue-and-white phantom flashed through Chingetsu's eyes.
Chingetsu slowly raised his arm and made a cutting motion toward Utahime Iori. [Bites the Dust], the Stand ability activated!
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Chapter 41: Parasitism
The Stand, [Bites the Dust].
Its ability could scrape away all matter-water, fire, and stone-and even space itself. Although Bites the Dust had only just been unlocked, Chingetsu's mental strength already allowed him to cut away a portion of space. As Chingetsu made his cutting motion, the space before Kimura €€suke seemed to ripple slightly.
Hiss!
A sound rang out like a red-hot piece of iron plunging into cold water.
To his horror, Kimura €€suke discovered that Chingetsu had teleported right in front of him. No, Chingetsu had not teleported.
Just like that.
Instead, he himself had somehow appeared before Chingetsu, as though the distance between him and Chingetsu had shortened. Cold sweat broke out on Kimura €€suke's forehead.
He was almost certain that Chingetsu was behind this. But he had never seen such a bizarre cursed technique before. Worse still,
Utahime Iori, whom he had been using to threaten Masamichi Yaga and Gojo Chingetsu, had also been pulled in front of Chingetsu and rescued by that strange cursed technique.
Chingetsu reached for Utahime Iori's neck and pulled off a chameleon-like cursed spirit. Apparently, this was the special cursed spirit Kimura €€suke had said could conceal his body and presence.
"If you don't want to die, behave yourself."
The corners of Chingetsu's mouth lifted slightly. It was unclear whether he was speaking to the cursed spirit or Kimura €€suke. Still shaken, Utahime Iori slumped to the ground and gasped for breath.
When the Chameleon Cursed Spirit had wrapped around her neck, she had nearly suffocated.
Utahime Iori had never realized before how wonderful it felt to breathe fresh air freely. "Th-thank you."
Utahime Iori's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
This was already the second time Chingetsu had saved her.
Beyond her gratitude, as she looked at Chingetsu's handsome face and deep eyes,
an unfamiliar feeling swirled in Utahime Iori's heart, making her face grow a little hot. Seeing that all was lost and Chingetsu had control of the situation,
Kimura €€suke instinctively wanted to flee. One Grade 1, one Special Grade.
Kimura €€suke was no fool.
Without Utahime Iori as a hostage to keep them from acting, he no longer had any advantage whatsoever. Kimura €€suke quietly shifted a step backward.
But whenever he retreated, he would appear back in his original position the next second. Whatever he did, he seemed to be walking in place, as though trapped in a supernatural loop.
Chingetsu watched Kimura €€suke with the hint of a smile.
"If your so-called organization is full of people like you, what gives you the right to ask me to join?" "You!"
Kimura €€suke's face turned livid, then purple, but he could not refute Chingetsu. His current predicament made any argument utterly unconvincing.
Kimura €€suke seemed to give up resisting and stood motionless. Something's wrong.
Chingetsu instinctively sensed something unusual about Kimura €€suke.
Kimura €€suke's body began trembling uncontrollably, and his expression grew twisted and dark. "You forced me to do this!"
Kimura €€suke gave an eerie smile, and his head dropped heavily as though there were no bones supporting the back of his neck. Like a beast.
Then his body fell forward, his hands bracing against the ground as he went from a man walking on two legs to a beast on all fours. Then a fleshy lump bulged beneath the clothes on Kimura €€suke's back.
The sound of flesh bursting rang out.
Under Utahime Iori's horrified gaze, a Centipede Cursed Spirit with twisted segments and flailing claws emerged from Kimura €€suke's back
and reared up.
Blood drenched the ground, and Kimura €€suke's body was still twitching. The sight sent chills through Utahime Iori and Masamichi Yaga. "Go on, get a good taste of my cursed technique."
Kimura €€suke-no, perhaps he should have been called Mei-looked venomously at everyone present. This was his cursed technique, one he could activate only once in his life.
He had fed a cursed spirit inside his body with cursed energy.
Ordinarily, this cursed spirit would lie dormant within him without harming its host.
But whenever danger arose, it would awaken from its slumber and become a fighting force for its host. There was, however, another possibility.
That was when the host encountered an enemy he could not defeat.
At such a time, the host would choose to sacrifice his own flesh and blood to the cursed spirit within him, causing its strength to rise sharply.
A little less than half of the Centipede Cursed Spirit's body had emerged, while the rest remained connected to Mei's spine.
Mei's body had begun to stiffen, and his face gradually turned bluish-black, but an eerie smile still hung at the corners of his mouth. The Centipede Cursed Spirit writhed freely, its densely packed legs rooted in Mei's body as it drew nourishment from its host.
Suddenly, Mei's body moved.
On closer inspection, the Centipede Cursed Spirit's legs had already extended into Mei's limbs.
In other words, Mei's movements at that moment were entirely controlled by the Centipede Cursed Spirit.
The Centipede Cursed Spirit had taken control of Mei's dead body and parasitized him once again.
P.S. Sorry, I haven't been in a good mental state lately, so updates will be a little late. But the five updates a day won't stop, and I won't abandon the story. I need to think through where the plot is going.
My apologies again.
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Chapter 42: Is This What You Were Relying On?
The Centipede Cursed Spirit had fused with the dead Mei, manipulating his lifeless body while freely twisting the upper half of its own body exposed to the air.
Even Masamichi Yaga had never seen anything like this before. Utahime Iori was so frightened by the bizarre, horrifying sight that she could not speak. Masamichi Yaga also frowned slightly, a flicker of astonishment crossing his eyes.
Even throughout his countless previous missions to exorcise cursed spirits, he had never seen such a grotesque and terrifying sight. Yet Chingetsu remained calm.
"Is this what you were relying on?" Mei's hollow eyes turned toward Chingetsu.
He roared together with the Centipede Cursed Spirit. The next second,
the Centipede Cursed Spirit controlled Mei beneath it and lunged at Chingetsu. In its perception,
its host's hatred for this boy was the strongest. So,
Chingetsu became its primary target. The Centipede Cursed Spirit's jointed limbs coiled.
Green light gleamed on its sharp mandibles, clearly indicating potent venom.
The Centipede Cursed Spirit's legs danced through the air and stabbed toward Chingetsu's chest, moving so fast they seemed capable of slicing through the air. Masamichi Yaga had already shielded Utahime Iori behind him.
A battle of this level,
even its aftershocks, was beyond a jujutsu sorcerer of Utahime Iori's level to take part in. The Centipede Cursed Spirit's attack was extremely fierce.
However,
it did fuck all.
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