The Special Grade Cursed Spirit Hanami neither exploded nor wailed.
It simply crumbled and dispersed without a sound, starting from its inner core, like a sand sculpture weathered for hundreds of millions of years...
As though it had never existed in this world.
Boom-!!!!
With a thunderous crash, Satoru Gojo forcibly broke through the curtain from outside.
When he hurried over with all the teachers and students, all he saw was the unscathed young man with black hair and the last specks of Hanami's dust scattering in the wind.
[Host detected killing the Special Grade Cursed Spirit Hanami...] [Gilgamesh Inheritance Progress increased to 5%!] [Available Noble Phantasm rank for Gate of Babylon increased!]
Ye Chuan slowly turned around. Looking at the dumbstruck Satoru Gojo and the equally petrified crowd behind him, he gave them an exceedingly friendly, radiant smile.
"Special grade..."
"Is this all you've got?"
"How disappointing."
Because of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit's invasion and Ye Chuan's even more unreasonable clearing of the field, the Kyoto Goodwill Event ultimately drew to an early close in an extremely bizarre fashion.
An eerie calm hung over all of Tokyo Jujutsu High, mingling the relief of surviving a calamity with the shattering of everyone's worldview.
The atmosphere in the principal's office was even more oppressive.
Principal Masamichi Yaga rubbed his temples, his head aching as though it might split, as he watched the troublesome teacher before him leisurely drinking tea with his legs crossed, as if the earlier commotion that could have overturned all of Jujutsu Society had nothing to do with him.
"Satoru!!!"
Finally unable to take it anymore, Masamichi Yaga slammed a hand on the desk and roared at Satoru Gojo:
"Where! Exactly! Did you find that monster?!"
"The way he exorcised that Special Grade Cursed