At 8:12 PM on December 22, 2017, an incident occurred in the Ginza Central Street.
boom!!
Rumble!!
Two young faces were struggling against a massive Cursed Spirit.
"Find a way to hold him back! I'll deliver the fatal blow!" the boy roared as he retreated.
On the other side, the black-haired boy hesitated for a moment after hearing this, gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran straight towards the Cursed Spirit.
The Cursed Spirit's dull eyes flickered, and it stretched out its two arms to grab at him.
"Now! Go all out! Destroy him!" The black-haired boy shouted with his eyes closed as he looked at the claws reaching for him.
"Ah!" The boy behind the Cursed Spirit exhaled a puff of white smoke, slightly arched his back, and made a drawing motion with his katana, "Iaijutsu: Drawing Sword!!"
Clang!!
With a slash of his katana, the boy leaped into the air and swung it fiercely at the Cursed Spirit's head!
"Success!"
Clang!!
The katana snapped in two with a snap, and the two boys' pupils constricted sharply. "How... how is this possible!?"
"Roar!!"
The Cursed Spirit roared in pain, its hands moving with undiminished speed as it reached for the red-haired boy below.
Just as the two were in despair, a white light flashed before their eyes!
Pfft!!
boom!!!
The Cursed Spirit's body exploded with a deafening roar, and the gust of wind that it generated caused the two of them to stumble. Through the swirling dust, they peered inside.
"Who... who is it!?"
Whoosh... The figure plunged the white bone knife into its arm, then turned its gaze to the two terrified individuals, offering a warm smile and saying gently, "Didn't scare you, did I?"
"Oreki Mirai Oreki- senpai!"
On top of the building, a group of people stared in disbelief at the Mahito had turned to ashes, momentarily forgetting to say anything.
Aoki, regaining his senses, looked at Igarashi Amaha, who had acted so casually, and said with an unreadable expression, "To erase Mahito's soul in just a few breaths... your Cursed Technique isn't that simple..."
"Oh? Why don't you take a guess?" Igarashi Amaha said with a laugh.
"Hehehehehehehe, you're mysterious, you're amazing, but so what?" Aoki's expression suddenly changed, and he began to laugh maniacally.
"So what? Does it matter? No! All of this, none of it matters anymore! Igarashi Amaha, let's end this pointless struggle. Face reality! The domain has descended, the era of non- Jujutsu Sorcerer is over, and the Heian period, when curses reigned and Jujutsu flourished, will descend once more! Hahahaha!" Aoki spread his arms, embracing the blood moon overhead and laughing maniacally.
Igarashi Amaha shook his head dismissively. "Hey, hey, hey, the golden age of Jujutsu? What are you using to define that?"
Having said that, he put his hands in his pockets, bent down slightly, brought his face close to Aoki's cheek, narrowed his eyes, and calmly said, "The era I lived in was the golden age! Be careful with your words in the future, understand?"
"What the hell?" Large beads of cold sweat streamed down Aoki's face, the pressure from the depths of his soul causing him to unconsciously take a step back.
Ring ring!! Ring ring!!
Suddenly, a phone rang abruptly, snapping the group of stunned Cursed Spirit back to their senses. They all simultaneously took a step back, warily eyeing the man in the middle who was looking at his phone.
"Moshi moshi, what's wrong, Jay?" Igarashi Amaha glanced at the contact on his phone and answered.
Before he could say anything, a hurried voice interrupted him, " Amaha, a large number of Cursed Spirit have suddenly and systematically stormed into the medical point and are wreaking havoc. Shoko and Mimiko are leading a group of wounded people towards you. You need to deal with them. We can't leave right now. This cursed rune is still emitting a cursed aura, and there's a good chance that another bunch of Cursed Spirit will emerge."
"I understand." Igarashi Amaha replied and hung up the phone, looking at Aoki on the other end with a playful expression. "Was this part of your plan?"
Aoki laughed and said, "I can't possibly show up in front of you completely unprepared, can I?"
"Now, the choice is yours: save your colleague of ten years, or stay here and wrestle with me," Aoki said with a cunning grin.
Igarashi Amaha chuckled and walked towards the edge of the rooftop. "Wow, you're really clever."
After saying that, he walked towards the edge of the rooftop, step by step, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble as he walked.
With his back against the high sky, under the blood moon, Igarashi Amaha stood tall and imposing, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at Aoki and his group and said, "Wait here, I'll come back to kill you." His tone was soft, but it carried an undeniable authority.
boom!!!
As his voice fell, several meters high ice rose from the ground, completely enveloping the rooftop. Some reckless Cursed Spirit tried to escape, but the moment they touched the ice wall, a chilling aura swept over them, and the next second, they turned into a pile of shattered ice, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.
After doing all this, Igarashi Amaha glanced at them and said, "Be good." Then, he leaned back and fell headfirst towards the bottom of the building.
Below the building, a group of people led by Shoko were desperately running towards the interior of the building.
Just as she reached the door, Shoko seemed to sense something and suddenly stopped in her tracks.
A medical worker behind them glanced at the approaching Cursed Spirit and said in a panic, " Shoko- senpai, what's wrong? They'll catch up if we don't run!"
Shoko calmed her breathing, lit a cigarette, and walked to the front of the group. Facing the approaching Cursed Spirit, she slowly said, "It's their turn to run. No, I'm afraid they've already lost their chance."
Everyone was confused, but no one said anything; they all stared at Shoko with great tension.
"Roar!! Giving up, huh? Heh." The Cursed Spirit that had caught up looked at Shoko with a mocking tone, then walked towards Shoko step by step.
Everyone held their breath. They all knew what kind of combat power Shoko. Facing a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit head-on, it was a 1/9 chance. Shoko would die nine times in a second.
Just as the Cursed Spirit stepped into the vicinity of the Shoko within a meter.
The next second, pfft!!
Without any warning, the Cursed Spirit's entire body exploded, and the splattered purple blood landed precisely at the feet of the Shoko, without a single drop getting on her shoes.
Shoko remained calm, steadily smoking without blinking.