Tokyo Jujutsu High is built vertically.
The school buildings sit perched like a bird on the branches of the Great Sacred Tree that extends from deep underground within the Tomb of the Star Corridor. From the perspective of the campus, the Tomb only exists beyond the Cursed Warehouse and across countless Emptiness Barriers.
With Tengen's cooperation, Suguru Geto's group was currently racing through the storehouse toward the Tomb without hesitation. However...
A single Bitz unit followed them in secret.
This specific unit was a specialized model adjusted by Wessen for stealth. It was bound by a Heavenly Restriction that forbid all outward release of cursed energy in exchange for extreme physical reinforcement. To ensure total silence, its vocal cords were disabled, and since it had no use for them, its innate techniques had been discarded to further boost its physical output. This finely tuned body was essentially a product of Wessen's personal hobbies.
In short, it was a 'pseudo-Physical Gifted.'
Tasked with the mission to 'await an opportunity to assassinate Riko Amanai and, if possible, seize Tengen,' the unit had successfully infiltrated the school's warehouse without being detected by anyone—or so it thought.
'Sorry, Bitz! Your body was toyed with by Noritoshi Kamo... instead of letting it wither away here, us big brothers will take it over!'
"!?!!?"
An intense, thunderous mental message was hammered into his brain from point-blank range. On top of that, a vast array of 'memories that did not exist for Bitz' were forced into his mind. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed, and in that moment, he allowed a series of hideous cursed objects to enter his mouth.
What followed was a one-sided incarnation. A Bitz unit only a few weeks old stood no chance in a battle of souls against nine Special Grade cursed objects that had endured for 150 years. His body was seized effortlessly. A single horizontal line was carved across the unit's face, and the possessed vessel turned on its heel, sprinting away from the storehouse.
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Meanwhile, at the same time.
"Just die already, honestly. You're way too persistent."
"He's been a real pain in the ass ever since he learned how to self-destruct!"
"Naoya! Can't you do something with your freeze!"
"I'm tryin'! This bastard keeps 'frame-dropping' specifically to trigger his self-destruction! I can't stop him!"
"Is that how it is? Dammit!"
"I-I-I-I am the latest model of Q. Y-Y-Y-You guys h-h-h-have n-n-n-no chance of w-w-w-wi..."
"He's glitching out and looks gross, but his movements keep evolving. He's seriously annoying."
"If he's forcing Reverse Cursed Technique to regenerate from scraps by sheer output, it makes sense his brain is fried... but is he unconsciously deprioritizing his language center to protect the parts necessary for combat?"
"Are you serious, Sensei? If that's true, he's a literal combat machine. Naoya, you're the original, right? Do something about him."
"Satoru-kun? The T-800 and Schwarzenegger are two different things. You're asking for the impossible."
The 1-vs-3 grand battle between these loud monsters had turned into a catastrophe. Despite the three of them trying their best to minimize damage to the dorms and school buildings, the gymnasium and a section of the campus had already been blown away.
Amidst the screaming alarms, Masamichi Yaga and Atsuya Kusakabe were rushing around, desperately evacuating children and non-combatants. It was nothing short of a miracle that no casualties had occurred among them yet.
The situation was truly desperate. Facing an enemy that revived no matter how many times he was killed, Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, and Naoya Zen'in lacked a decisive finishing blow.
—Then, a single 'giant' entered the fray.
"What?! Megumi, you brat?! What the hell are you doing?! Get out of here!"
'No! I won't listen, even to you, Dad! That guy is a bad person! You're fighting, the school's being destroyed, and the earthquake made everything a mess! That's why I'm fighting too!'
The voice echoed from 'inside' the body of a massive, terrifying white deity.
[EIGHT-HANDLED SWORD DIVERGENT SILA DIVINE GENERAL MAHORAGA]
The battle had happened to break out while Megumi was 'playing' with Mahoraga. In order to protect Megumi from the shockwaves and earthquakes caused by the fight, the Shikigami had 'adapted' to the attacks aimed at its fragile 'master' by choosing to have the master board it.
By taking Megumi into its body, its form had—purely by coincidence—become similar to the 'robots' Megumi admired.
"O-O-Oh? A n-n-newcomer?!"
The broken Bitz screamed as he unleashed a 'Granite Blast,' a cursed energy cannon as he used to call it when he was sane. Facing a giant of that scale, choosing to deal with it via high-output bombardment was certainly not a mistake.
Indeed, Mahoraga's body was riddled with wounds after crossing its arms to barely withstand the blast. Its arms were blown apart, the wings protruding from its eye sockets were scorched, and scorched smoke hissed from its entire body.
—The size was surprising, but this is disappointing. Just a giant lump of wood?
Turning back toward the three men who were the actual threats, the Bitz unit calculated a path to victory with his broken brain, shedding unnecessary thoughts.
—Something felt wrong.
But why? Among the three powerful enemies who had been so fierce just a moment ago, there was a slight 'relaxation.'
—Something felt wrong.
This was especially prominent in Satoru Gojo, the possessor of the Six Eyes. "Not bad, Megumi. Guess you saved us," he muttered, basking in a mysterious atmosphere of victory. Both the original, Naoya Zen'in, and Toji Fushiguro were looking at him with exasperated expressions.
And yet, neither of them moved to deny Satoru Gojo's words.
—Something felt wrong.
Immediately after, Bitz's hearing picked up a dull, heavy thud—like a piece clicking into place, or a restraint being released.
Gagon!!
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