In a shadow within the Barrier, Eiji's figure quietly appeared.
After emerging from the shadows, Eiji couldn't help but rub his temples.
It turns out that if you're not Satoru Gojo, it's best not to take a direct hit from a powerful technique.
Eiji's current feeling could be described in one sentence.
His head was buzzing.
He decided to leave the point-blank blast from Ishiryu to Satoru Gojo. He'd never come back for this again.
After a short while, feeling much better, Eiji observed the battlefield again.
It was still 5 against 1, but after Kuromushi was exorcised, Tamamo-no-Mae had entered the fray.
Dhuruv summoned his Shikigami to act as meat shields, playing the role of tanks.
Great Tengu flew around in the sky, serving as the ADC, while Mahoraga, whenever it looked its way, would unhesitatingly reposition to output damage.
Uro Sakurako, who had originally been roaming around as a jungler, began to focus on controlling Mahoraga after Eiji disappeared.
However, she found Mahoraga increasingly difficult to control. Just now, when she tried to control it, not only did she fail, but she almost got hit by a punch herself.
If not for the experience from that kick earlier, Uro Sakurako would have taken another hit.
This was the first time she had encountered such a difficult entity to control, and she was starting to question her life choices.
Kuromushi, who had been the primary mage output, was gone, and Tamamo-no-Mae had taken its place.
But strangely, Tamamo-no-Mae wasn't attacking directly with Fox Fire. Instead, it was constantly creating illusions to confuse Mahoraga.
The main damage dealer had become Ishiryu, who had been split-pushing on the side.
Ishiryu would fire a blast, then rush forward to deliver punches, enjoying himself immensely.
"It seems I don't need to worry about Mahoraga for now."
Mahoraga had already adapted to most of the enemy's tactics.
Furthermore, very few people knew about Mahoraga's abilities. The current enemies were almost all ancient beings who didn't understand Mahoraga well, so Mahoraga had a chance to win.
It would win.
Eiji slowly stood up and began to carefully observe the situation within the Barrier.
He hadn't had a chance to properly examine the Barrier's interior earlier because Dhuruv had interrupted him.
This was also Eiji's first time seeing someone develop their Shikigami to the point of creating a Domain Expansion. Trapped within Dhuruv's Domain, Eiji was automatically caught by the guaranteed hit.
From this perspective, Dhuruv was also a genius.
This time, Eiji intended to carefully observe the situation inside.
If the situation was manageable, he would directly use a Command Spell to summon a Heroic Spirit and end this.
If the situation truly reached its worst, like the Culling Game with 100 Fencers and 1 million Cursed Spirits, then he would need to make a long-term plan.
With such a massive scale, any kind of existence could appear.
This was the world of Jujutsu, not the world of cultivation. Attempting to fight 1 million opponents alone was not something to be taken lightly.
This was to prevent the situation of "trying and dying."
"These display cases should have contained something, Cursed Objects?"
Eiji carefully examined the display cases shattered by the aftershocks of Mahoraga's attacks.
Just now, a few Cursed Objects had "accidentally" fallen into Eiji's shadow.
Looking at the neatly arranged rows of display cases, Eiji knew in his heart that the worst possibility had occurred.
This seemed to be the very place where the Fencers and Cursed Spirits in the Sendai Barrier, later activated by Kenjaku for the Culling Game, had originally been located.
Eiji walked towards the depths of the Barrier.
"So many rooms, each sealed by a powerful Barrier. What's inside?"
Eiji cautiously opened a door, revealing a sliver of an opening.
This Barrier was designed to prevent things from getting out. It had no effect on Eiji, who wanted to enter from the outside.
Instantly, countless gazes filled with malice, hatred, hunger, and other negative emotions turned towards him, startling Eiji.
What met his eyes were Cursed Spirits, an extremely large number of them.
The leading Cursed Spirit was massive, appearing as an ugly male figure dozens of meters tall.
This feels so much like a Great Monk?
Eiji felt like he had seen it in the Cursed Spirit Illustrated Guide.
The Great Monk was a yokai from Japanese legends that appeared on Mount Ibuki. The largest could embrace a mountain peak, while the smallest were over 2 meters tall, their size correlating with their strength.
The Great Monk before him clearly belonged to the very powerful category. Judging by its aura, it had already surpassed the normal Grade 1, being at least a quasi-Special Grade.
Eiji closed the door.
He walked to the next room. Upon opening the door, he was again met with a large number of Cursed Spirits.
"The worst-case scenario is probably about to happen..."
Eiji felt the situation was tricky.
But just in case, Eiji planned to check all these rooms as quickly as possible.
"What the hell is this thing? It just won't die no matter how much we hit it!"
After Eiji confirmed the situation in dozens of rooms, discussions began to erupt.
Eiji leaned against the wall, melting into the shadows to hide himself.
"Didn't Lord Uro just say? This thing is called Mahoraga,"
A shifty-eyed person sneered.
Of the dozens of people in the area, most were gathered around a water basin, which reflected the battlefield outside.
It was likely someone's Cursed Technique.
The others, who hadn't managed to get a good spot, were scattered around.
"What is Mahoraga?"
The man with the rough voice continued to ask.
"Mahoraga is..."
The shifty-eyed person was about to continue showing off, only to realize he didn't know much himself.
Soon, an elder began to tell them the legend of Mahoraga, much to everyone's amazement.
Eiji, however, was speechless.
It's made up, absolutely made up.
Except for the part where Mahoraga took down a powerful Cursed Spirit and the part about the Six Eyes of the Gojo Family, everything else is fabricated.
I'm the one who uses Mahoraga, and I didn't even know it was this brave, capable of fighting its way to the High Heavens.
And then there's the bit about being suppressed by Amaterasu Omikami and then subdued into becoming a Summoned Spirit. It's all made up.
Nicely fabricated. Want a job at Heroic Spirit Pictures?
Muttering silently to himself, Eiji began to carefully observe the situation.
There were all sorts of people – men, women, old, young. A few didn't even look human.
Dozens of them, all with obvious Cursed Energy fluctuations.
Judging by the numbers, it matches the recent missing population. Combined with those display cases from earlier, Incarnation?
Recalling the rooms he had seen earlier and looking at the dozens of Incarnated bodies before him, Eiji felt his headache, which had just started to ease, flare up again.
Should I try a sneak attack? I could probably take out quite a few.
Eiji pondered whether to score another victory before retreating.
The battle had been going on for a long time. Although Eiji's Cursed Energy could still hold out, his stamina was starting to lag.
This was also why Eiji had retreated not long after being ambushed earlier.
Under the combined assault of several people, Eiji's Reverse Cursed Technique healing couldn't keep up with the rate of his injuries.
Forget it. I'll just call Satoru and Suguru to deal with it together.
After a moment of thought, Eiji abandoned the idea of expanding his gains.
After all, this world had all sorts of absurd Jujutsu.
He was already not in good condition. If he got trapped here by some strange Cursed Technique, he could only hope he'd get to transmigrate again after death.
As Eiji prepared to withdraw, he didn't notice a small, thin figure appear behind him, holding a dagger.
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