In front of the nearly completed but deserted Qiuhua Hotel.
Mirai, Shoko, Satoru, and Geto were doing pre-battle warm-ups by dancing to Subject Three.
"...Speaking of which."
"Mirai, I've wanted to ask this for a long time."
"You and Satoru look almost identical. Are you twin brothers?"
Suguru Geto, shaking his hands, suddenly remembered this long-standing question.
"How could that be~"
Gojo Satoru twisted his hips and waist, scattering coins into the air, quickly denying it.
"One of us is the Gojo Family's 'Six Eyes + Limitless,' and the other is the Zen'in Family's 'Ten Shadows Technique.' It's impossible if you think about it = ="
"My elder brother is just lucky; he happens to look a bit like me."
"Even if he dyes his hair and wears colored contacts, I'm still the handsomer one, OK?"
"Hmph~"
"Satoru, you're quite bold!"
Mirai crossed his arms and swung them back and forth, his expression unreadable.
"Nonsense~"
"I'm super bold, aren't I?"
Gojo Satoru remained noncommittal, shrugging his shoulders, drawing a bow left and right, with the phantom of a Kun emerging behind him, strikingly similar to an old acquaintance.
With a wicked smile, Mirai turned to Suguru Geto.
"Geto, let me tell you, when Satoru was little, he actually liked to cross-dr—"
"Hey hey hey—Stop it!!!"
Mirai hadn't even finished the last, most crucial word.
Gojo Satoru exclaimed!
He instantly covered Mirai's mouth.
This was his most embarrassing dark history, too shameful to speak of.
For the sake of his reputation, it absolutely could not be exposed!
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"Gulp gulp~"
His thoughts raced.
Gojo Satoru's Six Eyes bulged.
His Adam's apple rolled and trembled non-stop, as if stuck in a loop.
Finally.
With no other choice.
He could only try a desperate measure.
Mimicking Mirai's often-successful threatening phrase.
He said in the most cowardly tone: "Elder brother, you don't want Mieko-san to know about what just happened, do you?"
With an amused smile.
Mirai looked at his Otouto, who was already drenched in sweat.
"Mieko-san wouldn't mind such an insignificant thing."
"She's even hoping I'll go out and pick a wife now."
"But..."
His tone shifted.
Mirai's voice grew increasingly sinister.
"Are you sure you were talking to me just now?"
Before he finished speaking.
Gojo Satoru vanished from their sight in a flash, a move he might only make once in his life.
By the time Mirai, Shoko, and Geto reacted.
He had already transformed, revealing his true nature.
He knelt on the ground, kowtowing and admitting his mistake.
Bang!
Bang!!
Bang!!!
"I'm so sorry!!!"
"Your younger brother spoke a little too loudly just now!!!"
"Hmm, your attitude and speed in admitting your mistake are quite good. I hope you continue to maintain it," Mirai nodded in satisfaction.
"What the~ I thought I'd get some exclusive juicy news about Satoru from Mirai-nii = ="
Shoko, who had hoped to hear some big gossip about Gojo Satoru, pouted, feeling bored.
Beside them.
Suguru Geto remained silent.
He narrowed his inverted crescent eyes.
An expression of deep thought on his face.
He looked at the two 'brothers' who held some unspeakable secret.
Clap!
"Yosh!"
Fists met palms!
Mirai smiled excitedly.
"Today's self-imposed rule is—no Cursed Techniques, Cursed Energy, or Cursed Tools. We'll only use pure hand-to-hand combat to crush the Rainbow Dragon!"
"Let's go!"
"Um..."
Shoko Ieiri's expression was like someone who had eaten expired canned herring.
She shielded the others in front of her, raising her hand to ask: "Do I have to go too??"
"Of course~"
"You've been training for so long; you have to take it out for a spin."
"Coincidentally, the 'Rainbow Dragon' and 'playful cloud' are based on the same template, without any special Cursed Techniques. It's just one word—durable!"
Like a ghost.
Mirai's figure flickered.
He instantly appeared behind Shoko Ieiri, blocking her prepared escape route.
"This is a perfect opportunity to freely unleash your hand-to-hand combat!"
"Once this village is gone, you won't find this shop again!"
"Yeah, yeah~ We've all been trained together for so long. Aren't you curious how big the gap is between you and a First Grade Cursed Spirit?"
"Exactly, exactly~ More exercise and sweating is the best beauty treatment for your skin. You don't want your skin to sag and be full of wrinkles when you get older, do you?"
Upholding the excellent tradition of sharing beatings and difficulties.
Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto both had Anya-like expressions.
Their shoulders twitched, nodding continuously, trying their best to persuade her.
"But..."
"Didn't we agree back then that it was just to increase a bit of self-preservation ability?"
"I'm purely a healer TT"
Shoko Ieiri was on the verge of tears, still hoping to find an opportunity to slack off.
Although her Reverse Cursed Technique could achieve any healing ability short of breaking the boundaries of "birth, old age, sickness, and death."
The members of this team.
Were not only ridiculously strong.
They were almost never injured.
More importantly—
There was also a powerful existence hidden among them, even more abundant in healing than her, a natural healer!
Every time she faced Miss Agathos.
Shoko Ieiri's depression deepened!
Why was Shoko born if Agathos was also born TT
"What's wrong with being a healer?!"
As if a certain mechanism in his brain had been triggered.
Mirai's tone suddenly became impassioned.
"It seems... I need to show you."
"What the true combat style of a healer is!"
"Geto, hold her!"
"Understood!"
Suguru Geto pressed his hands onto Shoko's shoulders.
No matter how she struggled.
He remained unmoving.
"Satoru, raise the curtain!"
"Alright!"
Gojo Satoru joined his index and middle fingers.
Chanting the Cursed Speech for the curtain.
"From darkness, emerge."
"Darker than darkness."
"Polluted and defiled."
"Cleanse them all!"
As his words fell.
At a spot a hundred meters above their heads.
A translucent, ink-like substance suddenly spread out in a semi-spherical shape.
Before long.
A bowl-shaped barrier, inverted and capable of concealing ordinary people's sight and sound.
And hiding the traces of a Sorcerer's battle, had formed.
"Elder brother, the curtain is set."
"Good, let's go."
"This battle might be quite intense, so the curtain is absolutely essential."
Signaling Suguru Geto to release Shoko.
Mirai took the lead, stepping into the hotel entrance.
Suguru Geto, full of excitement, followed closely.
Still not accepting the fact that she was about to participate in battle, Shoko Ieiri clung tightly to Gojo Satoru's sleeve, continuously lecturing and brainwashing him.
"Satoru, you must protect me TT"
"Satoru, you must always be ready with Limitless TT"
"Satoru, please don't abandon me~ Just let me be your accessory TT"
"Satoru, you..."
"Master~ Stop chanting!"
A large "well" character effect appeared on his forehead.
Gojo Satoru, looking utterly speechless, forcibly pulled Shoko through the entrance.
Hotel lobby.
The intense resentment and towering Cursed Energy they had imagined did not appear.
The first thing that greeted their eyes.
Was a massive dragon-shaped sculpture, dozens of feet long, in the center of the lobby.
Every single one of its dragon scales seemed to be imbued with the Veins of life, lifelike and vivid.
Its fierce, claw-waving posture was like a true dragon appearing, inspiring awe!
Just by seeing this dragon-shaped sculpture for the first time.
Mirai instantly understood the reason for the manifestation of the 'First Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit: Rainbow Dragon.'
"Cursed Spirits, also known as curses."
"Are supernatural entities derived from the continuous accumulation of Cursed Energy originating from human negative emotions."
"And fear is the most common and easily bred human negative emotion for the birth of Cursed Spirits."
"The lower the grade of a Cursed Spirit, the more it likes to gather in groups."
"And the stronger the Cursed Spirit, the less likely other weaker Cursed Spirits are to appear in the area it occupies."
Stepping onto the spiral staircase.
Mirai surveyed his surroundings.
While giving an impromptu lesson to the two academically poor students lacking Cursed Technique common sense and one academically weak student lacking systematic study behind him.