Boom!!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, accompanied by torrential rain.
Beneath the black curtain, numerous neon lights flickered.
Beep! Beep!
Sound the horn.
Click! Click!
The sound of a camera shutter.
"Step back! All bystanders, step back!"
Click! Click!
Beep! Beep!
"Excuse me, what is your investigation team's response to this large-scale unnatural death phenomenon?"
Excuse me, do urban legends really exist?
"Excuse me, do you guys really think the murderer is a legendary ghost?"
Click! Click!
The sound of camera shutters kept ringing out, and countless questions from reporters followed.
On December 22, 2017, at 8:36 PM, another mass incident of unnatural deaths occurred near Shinjuku Ward. The police department has yet to provide a clear explanation, leading to widespread public pressure and extreme panic. Furthermore...
Beep!
Masamichi Yaga turned off the TV, threw the remote control on the table, and looked at the crowd below, saying, "Although we performed the exorcism as quickly as possible, this large-scale death still occurred. All the Curse User have been investigated, but there are still no results regarding the control of Cursed Spirit for targeted attacks."
"They must have their reasons for doing this, and all we can do is try to minimize the chances of this happening." Suguru Geto, standing to the side, frowned.
Kento Nanami glanced at the Sky Manipulation outside, where thunder continued to rumble, and said, " Jujutsu Sorcerer were out there have been recalled. It's a good time to wipe them all out in one fell swoop, so we can have a few years of peace in the Mirai."
"No, that's only temporary. Although it can quickly exorcise most of the Cursed Spirit, the resulting social panic is unpredictable. Before long, the Cursed Spirit will be reborn, and there will only be more of them." Satoru Gojo was unusually serious as he spoke with a solemn expression.
"So, what exactly do they want to get..."
"I choose you! Charizard!..."
Suddenly, an untimely voice rang out, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Igarashi Amaha sat in a chair like an old man, his legs crossed on the desk, looking at his phone intently.
"Tsk tsk, bro, keep your voice down, you've been caught." Igarashi Amaha Mirai Oreki, gently nudged him and whispered.
"Huh?" Igarashi Amaha looked up at everyone in the room, bewildered. Instead of being embarrassed, she greeted them warmly, "Oh, everyone's here."
Mei Mei smiled at Igarashi Amaha, "As expected of you, we've been here for half an hour already."
Masamichi Yaga shook his head and sighed, " Amaha, the situation is very bad right now. You need to be serious."
"There's no rush." Igarashi Amaha glanced at the date on her watch and continued, "Let me see... Hmm, it should be here soon."
"What's almost here?"
Before anyone could figure out what was going on, they suddenly sensed a curse descending upon the Jujutsu High.
Everyone stood up at the same time and walked outside.
Igarashi Amaha turned off the video on his phone, lit a cigarette, and followed.
"Hey, how do you know what's going on?" Satoru Gojo walked over and put his arm around Igarashi Amaha's neck, asking.
Igarashi Amaha glanced at Yuta Okkotsu in front of her with a half-smile, "You've guessed pretty much right."
Satoru Gojo followed the gaze and, thinking of the Cursed Spirit within Yuta Okkotsu's body, vaguely guessed what was going on.
Tokyo Jujutsu High Specialist.
" Hanami, it's a promise, okay? I'll find a chance to touch Igarashi Amaha later. If that man realizes what's happening and tries to attack, run with me immediately. Don't give him a chance." The Mahito -Mahito, covered in stitches, said to Hanami beside him.
Hanami nodded. "Don't worry, Mahito, I will definitely not let him hurt you."
"They're here!"
In Mahito's view, a group of people are rushing towards us.
As the group approached, they all stopped in their tracks, staring incredulously at the two figures in front of them.
"Two Special Grade, both unrecorded. They've been hiding them very well," Masamichi Yaga muttered coldly.
"This is troublesome."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto appeared beside Hanami and Mahito in an instant, looking at them with a playful tone and saying, "Are you two here to be our appetizers?"
The Mahito smiled calmly and said, " Six Eyes and Cursed Spirit Manipulation, huh? Don't make any rash moves. Our companions are waiting for us in the Ginza Shopping Street. Right now should be the busiest time, hehe."
The two paused, thinking to themselves: So it really isn't that simple?
Satoru Gojo smirked, put his arm around Hanami's shoulder, and looked at him with a grin, saying, "So what? Trading the lives of thousands of non -Jujutsu Sorcerer for two Special Grade Cursed Spirit, isn't that a good deal?"
The Mahito was taken aback. "He really is a madman. Well, let's give it a try."
Satoru Gojo slowly extended a hand and aimed it at Hanami's temple.
Buzz!!
Crimson light began to gather, and in the next second, a small sphere had condensed, radiating a terrifying aura near Hanami's temple.
Hanami clenched his fists tightly, but made no move. He had no doubt about Satoru Gojo's strength; if he took this blow, he would be crippled even if he didn't die.
Do the people in the Jujutsu High school not care about those thousands of lives?
The atmosphere became extremely tense.
"Die!" Satoru Gojo's eyes turned icy cold, and without hesitation, he unleashed the "Haku" in his hand!
"I understand!" Masamichi Yaga sighed and exclaimed.
Snap!
Satoru Gojo grabbed it with his large hand and crushed "He," the power emanating from his palm cutting several wounds into Hanami's head.
"This is boring." Satoru Gojo tapped Hanami on the head, then put his hands in his pockets and returned to Masamichi Yaga's side.
Just as Mahito was about to breathe a sigh of relief, an extremely strong sense of fear washed over him, and he abruptly turned his head.
"When!"
Then, Igarashi Amaha, dressed in a black trench coat, appeared behind them, curiously observing Hanami.
Igarashi Amaha tapped the two horns on Hanami's head curiously and asked, "What are these? Are they for receiving Wi-Fi signals? If this thing falls, will I be unable to connect to the internet?"
Suppressing the fear that emanated from his very soul, the Mahito looked at Igarashi Amaha and took the initiative to speak, "You must be Igarashi Amaha, right? Speaking of which..."
"I didn't ask you." Igarashi Amaha said without turning her head, then reached out and lightly flicked her hand at Mahito.
boom!!!!
Before he could finish speaking, the Mahito's pupils constricted. The next second, a powerful force erupted from his chest, instantly blasting him away.
boom!!
The Mahito who was sent flying crashed into the building behind him and lay in the ruins, no longer making a sound.