After the incident, everyone enjoyed a period of relaxed days.
For the past few days, Eiji had been running errands for Medea from time to time, and then he would take Altoria shopping.
Everyone else was doing well too.
Tsuchiya Garaku, who was a bit more ruthless than the average tough guy, sought Medea's treatment once again.
Later, Medea quickly crafted a Cursed Tool to slow down the erosion of the Cursed Stone.
This saved Tsuchiya Garaku from being on the brink of death every time he fought a powerful enemy.
Isayama Naraku's body also recovered significantly under Medea's treatment.
Isayama Mei had inflicted a large number of wounds on his body during their previous encounter.
This gave Medea and Eiji the opportunity to heal Isayama Naraku's old injuries as well.
Isayama Naraku felt a sense of rebirth this time.
The semi-retired, crippled Isayama Naraku stepped down, and the former Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, Isayama Naraku, stepped up.
Michael Kohara was also busy. With the Cursed Objects in place and the technology perfected.
Michael Kohara and Medea, imitating the Lion King, created a second Cursed Tool capable of controlling Summoned Spirits.
This Cursed Tool could summon Grade 1 Summoned Spirits, Hannya.
Hannya are a type of vengeful spirit from Island Nation legends, born from a woman's intense jealousy and resentment.
Michael Kohara named this blade Demon Subduer No. 1.
This was his third Cursed Tool series, following the Pneumatic Spirit Extermination Blade Mai Shuu Series and the Dabai (Spirit Extermination Iron Fist) Series.
It wasn't just Eiji who was having a comfortable and fulfilling time; Tamamo-no-Mae had also been enjoying herself these past few days.
Tamamo-no-Mae spent her days hiding within a Barrier, using Spirit Butterfly Manipulation to control Cursed Spirits.
Meanwhile, Uro Sakurako, Dhuruv, and others were out searching for suitable Incarnation bodies and Special Grade Cursed Spirits that could be converted into combat power.
Ishiryu had been left to his own devices by Tamamo-no-Mae.
This martial arts enthusiast always steered things in the direction of combat.
Tamamo-no-Mae was currently in a dormant state, needing time to develop.
So, she released Ishiryu from the Barrier, telling him to find his own place and not cause trouble.
Last time, out of boredom, he had fought Kuromushi, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit she had just awakened, and nearly destroyed the Barrier.
Kuromushi, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from humanity's fear of cockroaches, was one of the 16 Special Grade Cursed Spirits registered with Jujutsu Headquarters.
It had voluntarily gone into hibernation after being outmatched by Kenjaku, but unfortunately, Kenjaku still found and collected it.
Later, after Kenjaku obtained Suguru Geto's corpse, he awakened and subdued Kuromushi.
And after the Culling Game began, he released Kuromushi into the Sendai Barrier.
However, happy times are always fleeting. As Tamamo-no-Mae's side became more active, more and more traces were detected by the outside world.
The leisurely days were coming to an end.
On the coast north of Sendai.
Two Assistant Supervisors were investigating a beach that looked like it had been hit by artillery fire.
Recently, members of The Window working in the police and other organizations had reported a large amount of intelligence suggesting Cursed Spirit and Curse User activity.
The Assistant Supervisors had no choice but to work overtime and investigate everywhere.
"Do you think this was caused by a Cursed Spirit?"
An Assistant Supervisor crouched down at a crater on the ground, rubbing his palm on the surface.
"It should be, right? What else could it be, a club having a rocket launcher shootout here?"
The Assistant Supervisor standing behind him lit a cigarette, his gaze sweeping across the pitted beach.
The craters at the very edge had already been damaged by the sea, making them unidentifiable. However, further away, where the seawater couldn't reach, many useful clues remained.
"One was a fire-based Cursed Technique, the other has no obvious Cursed Technique characteristics."
The young Assistant Supervisor who was crouching stood up, an answer forming in his mind.
"How about your side?"
He turned to ask his senior colleague.
"There are no Cursed Remnants at all. It seems at least one of the parties involved was a Curse User."
Ordinary Cursed Spirits wouldn't know how to clean up Cursed Remnants.
If it were Jujutsu Sorcerers, these Assistant Supervisors would have received some information by asking around.
However, no Jujutsu Sorcerers had replied recently saying they had been to the beach and been involved in a fight.
So, the only answer was Curse Users.
"How are you planning to write your report?"
"At least Grade 1, suspected Special Grade."
The senior spat out a smoke ring before answering his companion's question.
"Suspected Special Grade? Are you sure?"
The young Assistant Supervisor sounded a little surprised.
"I've partnered with Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers a few times, and the destruction they caused wasn't this extensive."
Hearing this, his companion's gaze swept across their surroundings.
They looked at the numerous craters within a two-hundred-meter radius.
"A Grade 1 could do this... right?"
Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers were rarer than giant pandas in the Jujutsu world. He was still reluctant to believe that two Special Grades had just fought here.
"Idiot!"
The younger Assistant Supervisor was hit on the head.
"I said suspected, do you understand what suspected means?"
"Besides, didn't you forget? A few days ago, the Tsuchimiya Family was attacked by a Special Grade Curse User who could use fire-based Cursed Techniques."
"Huh? You mean..."
"Alright, just report it as is. Let the higher-ups handle the specifics. Getting too involved in this kind of thing can get you killed."
With that, he stomped out his cigarette and led the way towards the black sedan parked by the roadside.
"Senior, wait for me."
The young Assistant Supervisor, finally reacting, quickly followed.
Meanwhile, inside the police station, two Assistant Supervisors were also busy.
They held a thick stack of documents, all lists of people who had gone missing in the past few days.
"Mmm~ ha~"
A female Assistant Supervisor stretched and placed the last A4 sheet, detailing a missing person's information, on the desk.
"Yamada, how's it going on your end?"
"Almost done, almost done, Yukimura."
The other female Assistant Supervisor, named Yamada, also looked exhausted.
Bzzzt, beep.
The printer beeped, and the final image was printed in color.
Yamada picked up the paper from the printer and pushed off with her foot.
Her office chair, complete with wheels, slid directly towards Yukimura.
"Here, this is the police surveillance footage and suspects identified from civilian tips."
Yukimura took the documents.
At the top was a blurry image of a woman with pink hair.
Below that were several surveillance stills from civilians, matching the suspected woman.
The clearest was a surveillance shot of Uro Sakurako dining in a restaurant.
Following that was a very traditional-looking old man.
He also wore strange decorations on his head.
"Do you have any information on these two?"
Yukimura asked Yamada.
"None at all. These two appeared out of nowhere, like they sprang from stones. Also, here are the police investigation records."
Yukimura reached out and took them.
"'No common sense'?"
Yukimura looked strangely at the phrase that appeared more than once in the written statements.
"They really have no common sense. This woman, I think her name is Uro something, she almost scared the store clerk to tears when she was buying things, and she didn't even leave the bones when eating fried chicken."
Yamada's finger pointed to Dhuruv again.
"And this old man, he stared at someone's car for ages, making the owner think he was trying to steal it."
...
"These two are like characters from an ancient drama."
After complaining for a while, Yamada finally vented her frustration from working overtime.
"...Yamada."
"What is it?"
"Have you ever heard of Incarnation?"
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