Smoke still lingered over the ruins of the White House, and the air carried the faint metallic scent of destruction. Military personnel cautiously advanced, scanning for any cursed traces. Kurotsuki Tenkai stood in the center of the chaos — calm, immaculate, untouched by the devastation.
He turned slightly, brushing dust off his black jacket.
"Tell your teams to stand down," he said flatly, his voice echoing across the tense silence. "No curses remain. The battlefield is clean."
The U.S. agents exchanged stunned looks — even the most battle-hardened soldiers couldn't hide their awe. One of them stammered, "Y-Yes, sir! Understood!"
As Tenkai began walking toward his sleek black car, a wall of flashing cameras and microphones blocked his path. Reporters, trembling yet desperate, swarmed forward.
Reporter 1 (NBC): "Mr. Kurotsuki! Was that… was that forest curse actually protecting the one called Wrath?"Reporter 2 (Fox): "Can you confirm if these curses are cooperating now? Are we facing… organized special grades?"Reporter 3 (BBC): "How long has this intelligent curse phenomenon been happening globally?!"
Tenkai paused, adjusting his collar as the flashlights illuminated his composed face. He sighed, clearly irritated but composed.
"In recent years, the number of curses worldwide has increased — what you call curse leakage. Stronger negative emotions leaking into reality.""And with them, something new emerged — intelligent curses."
The crowd went silent, cameras whirring.
"Curses born not just from fear," he continued, "but from concepts — fear of acid, sin, or even the forest itself. These are not your typical special grades anymore."
He glanced toward the smoldering ruins behind him.
"From today onward, any curse displaying advanced cognition and born from specific elemental or emotional fears will be classified as Disaster Grade. The highest threat level recorded to date."
Gasps rippled through the press.
Reporter (CNN): "Disaster Grade?! How strong are they compared to Gojo Satoru or— yourself?"Tenkai smirked faintly, eyes gleaming.
"Let's just say… I don't recommend anyone else trying to find out."
The reporters' murmurs turned into chaos. The live broadcast flooded every channel.
[World News Live]
Anchor: "Kurotsuki Tenkai has officially declared a new classification — Disaster Grade Curses. Analysts speculate this marks the beginning of a new cursed era."
Internet Reactions:
"Disaster Grade?? Bro basically unlocked DLC-level curses 💀"
"We're living in an anime episode, someone get Gojo on FaceTime 😭"
"Tenkai announcing new curse ranks like it's a game patch update 💀"
Tenkai raised his hand, signaling the end of questions.
"That's all. I have a flight to catch."
He entered his car, ignoring the shouts and cameras flashing behind him. "Take me to the airport," he said to the U.S. agent beside him.
As the car drove off, the cameras panned up toward the sky — black smoke fading into the horizon. The broadcast transitioned into expert panels, analyzing every frame of the fight, slowing down Tenkai's punch, his defense, his energy flow.
[CNN Analysis Segment]
Expert: "If you observe frame by frame, his defense field seems to bend reality itself. It's possible he's operating on a cursed physics principle beyond infinity…"
Host: "He didn't even try. Imagine if he went all out!"
Internet Meltdown:
"He was fighting on power saver mode 💀💀💀"
"Imagine if he used 1% more, the Earth might respawn."
"Someone check if America's map got patched after that punch."
The online discourse split into camps — some calling Tenkai humanity's savior, others calling him a walking natural disaster. Memes flooded the internet: "Wrath vs WiFi Punch,"
"Kurotsuki's 3-Minute Challenge Speedrun,"
"America's new crater: powered by Kurotsuki."
But while the world laughed, deep underground, the laughter stopped.
[Location: Unknown Cursed Hideout — Midnight]
A dimly lit cavern echoed with tension. Hanami sat quietly beside a broken altar, vines creeping across the stone floor. On a cursed bed of roots lay Wrath's shattered head and regenerating body, twitching faintly.
Around him sat Jogo, Mahito, Lust, Greed, Dragon, and Suguru Geto — or rather, Kenjaku hidden behind that calm smile.
The air was heavy.
Greed sobbed quietly, his voice trembling.
"Corrosia's gone… I couldn't save him. I wasn't fast enough."
Jogo crossed his arms, flames flickering on his head dimly.
"You did your best. Corrosia fought bravely. Even Wrath couldn't stand against that human."
Wrath's faint groan echoed. "He… he looked down on me… mocked me…"
Mahito leaned forward with a teasing grin, trying to lighten the mood.
"Aww, come on now, Wrathy~! You just lost one fight! Happens to the best of us!""Besides, your head's still attached— mostly."
Wrath glared weakly. "Shut up before I tear your soul out."
Mahito laughed nervously. "Touché."
The laughter faded quickly. The group stared at the cracked wall where a single screen flickered, replaying snippets of Tenkai's fight.
Lust's voice was cold.
"That wasn't just cursed energy. He didn't even try and still erased Wrath. If we fought him now…"
Silence.
Kenjaku finally spoke, voice calm yet calculated.
"Then we don't fight him — not yet. Corrosia's death was not in vain. We've learned something vital."
Everyone turned toward him.
"Tenkai's cursed power has similarities to Gojo's Limitless, but something far more stable. A defensive field that rewrites impact at an atomic level.""In other words, his existence itself rejects harm."
Mahito leaned back, pretending to yawn. "So basically, he's a walking cheat."
"Exactly," Kenjaku smiled faintly. "Which means — we don't need to destroy him directly. We just need someone who can."
Jogo's flames brightened. "You mean Sukuna."
Kenjaku nodded. "Yes. But Sukuna needs a vessel — one strong enough to contain even a fragment of his essence."
Greed's eyes widened. "Didn't the last vessels… all die?"
Kenjaku smiled, eerie and calm.
"That's where I come in."
He pulled out a sealed black box inscribed with binding marks. Inside — a single Sukuna finger, radiating malevolent energy. The room darkened instantly; the curses instinctively recoiled.
"The perfect vessel has already been born," Kenjaku continued. "A human boy, strong-willed, capable of surviving the burden. I'm arranging the perfect scenario… a school raid where this finger will conveniently fall into his hands."
Mahito's grin widened. "Heh~ You're making another little monster, huh?"
Kenjaku nodded. "No… The King of Monsters."
Wrath, barely conscious, croaked out, "And this boy… what's his name?"
Kenjaku smirked faintly, placing the cursed finger back into its container.
"Yuji Itadori."
The name hung in the air, and for a moment, the entire room fell into a chilling silence — every curse sensing the dark destiny that was about to unfold.
Then Mahito chuckled softly.
"Heh~ poor kid doesn't know he's about to become Sukuna's Airbnb."
Jogo laughed harshly. "Then let's make sure when he wakes up, the human world burns."
Wrath's weak chuckle joined in. "And Tenkai… he'll taste my fury again someday."
Kenjaku stood, the faint smile never leaving his lips.
"Yes. But first… the vessel must awaken. And when Sukuna walks again, even Kurotsuki Tenkai won't stand untouched."
The flickering screen showed Tenkai boarding his private jet, the world cheering behind him — unaware that in the darkness below, the next calamity was being prepared.
Internet, hours later:
"Tenkai left like Batman after finishing work 💀"
"Disaster Grades, huh? Can't wait for the next one… oh wait, yes I can 😭"
"Plot twist: curses are now forming alliances?? Humanity's screwed."
And somewhere in Japan… a young boy named Yuji Itadori picked up a strange, cursed-looking box that had fallen into his school's storage room.
He opened it.
The camera faded to black.
— End of Chapter 38