"Cursed Technique Imitation?"
Kenmyo wouldn't mistake that face; after all, it was his number one henchman.
Fushiguro Toji.
"Or is it a Cursed Technique similar to simulating a human form?"
The other side was quite good at creating a spectacle for him, so Kenmyo wouldn't stop it.
He was simply bored out of his mind, and now that there was something fun, he became interested.
"Alright, alright, you're coming too, huh?"
No movement on the field could escape Kenmyo's notice, so he immediately discovered other anomalies.
They were also making a move for him.
"Since when did this start?"
The headless, short corpse knelt on the ground, face down, its dark blood splattering and staining the surrounding ground.
Due to the speed of the headshot, the bioelectricity caused the torso to still twitch all over.
The old woman, with only half a head remaining, stared fixedly at her own body with one eye.
"The sky for Curse Users is no longer free."
Spirit Summoning Technique: A Jujutsu that summons the spirits of the deceased from the underworld through a medium.
The old woman, who was killed by Kenmyo with a brutal head-on collision, was a Curse User of this technique. Her name was Ogami.
She was 87 years old and had been active in the Curse User world, making a name for herself even before Gojo Satoru was born.
Granny Ogami could extract soul information from a corpse and infuse it into her 'tool person,' allowing the tool person to gain abilities equivalent to the deceased spirit.
And the guy who looked a bit like a'Shamat' was Granny Ogami's most useful tool person, a child she stole from someone else's home.
It could be said that her career as a Curse User had always been smooth sailing, except for today.
This old woman never understood, even until her death, where such a young man with such terrifying power came from.
Why could new blood for Jujutsu Sorcerer be born so easily?
She truly resented and cursed this world, why couldn't it give ordinary people like them a chance to live!
She truly hated it, because the emergence of Gojo Satoru suppressed an entire era.
Curse Users didn't dare to show their faces.
Now, after finally seeing an opportunity to take Gojo Satoru offline, the era of Curse Users was about to arrive, but she died before dawn.
She had waited for thirty whole years, but she could wait for the era of Curse Users no longer.
"This old woman, I truly hate it!!!"
This insane resentment caused Granny Ogami's residual Cursed Energy after death to transform from blue into a twisted black-purple curse, constantly coalescing in mid-air into a new, powerful curse, with various body parts connecting like a spiderweb, tangled together.
The explanation for this: when a powerful Curse User, filled with extreme resentment, dies, a new curse will be born from their original body.
That old woman was now alive, her body swelling to almost four or five meters tall, covered in dark red scales, with more than a dozen tentacle-like appendages on her back, which hooked another headless corpse from afar and devoured it.
The face of the original old man with thick eyebrows and large eyes also appeared next to Granny Ogami's face, becoming exceptionally ugly.
"We yearn for freedom."
Granny Ogami and the bald old man both uttered this sentence with their respective mouths, their aged voices sounding exceptionally dry and unpleasant.
"Huh?"
Kenmyo was already surprised enough to see the old woman, who had been clinging to life, die and then resurrect as a Cursed Spirit.
But he didn't expect that her first words would be to discuss philosophical concepts like freedom with him.
Had these old folks lived too long and had their brains clogged with something?
Are you alright?
The extremely enraged Cursed Spirit absorbed the residual Cursed Energy from the entire floor of the building below, so the newly born Cursed Spirit's power instantly surged to Special Grade.
Its hands, covered in sharp claws, scratched several hideous marks on the reinforced concrete floor. It let out an extremely angry roar at the moon, as if denouncing the injustice of fate.
"But we are not born free!"
"We must reclaim the freedom we desire!"
How dare a mere C-grade minion shout at Kenmyo.
"Grandma?"
The'Shamat' uncle, whose eyes were filled with tears because of his grandmother's death, suddenly appeared before the terrifying Cursed Spirit.
Although she had revived as a Special Grade Cursed Spirit with greatly increased power, the fear of death she experienced in life still prevented her from mustering the courage to face the young brat, who was more than a decade younger than Gojo Satoru and ridiculously youthful.
Before dying, Granny Ogami released all restraints on her Spirit Summoning Technique, not only infusing the deceased's physical information but also a portion of the deceased's violent and bloodthirsty personality.
So, this guy's face was torn in half down the middle; one half was Fushiguro Toji, and the other half was his own face.
Fushiguro Toji's eyes were closed, appearing to have passed away peacefully, while the'Shamat' side had a mournful face, as if his mother had died.
Well, his great-grandmother had just died.
The rooster-haired uncle's face was divided into two different countenances, but the right side was visibly transforming, little by little, into Fushiguro Toji's scowling face.
Seeing her grandson's face severely deformed by the Cursed Technique's effect, Granny Ogami's Cursed Spirit revealed a kind and amiable smile.
"Well done."
A terrifying claw rested on her grandson's head, as if caressing it.
"I will release your restraints."
She had been too eager earlier; the Cursed Technique's effect wasn't fully perfected yet.
"Yes, Grandma."
The originally expressionless'Shamat' uncle's eyes, now bloodshot and filled with madness, stared at Kenmyo.
"Ugh, how disgusting."
Kenmyo clicked his tongue a bit. Two ancestors, both looking disgusting, standing together instantly made him feel nauseous.
Damn it, Kenmyo instantly felt that Fushiguro Toji, even with a dark face, looked handsome and refined in comparison.
"My Cursed Technique can summon deceased powerhouses to be used by me."
Granny Ogami opened her mouth and slowly spoke, her face filled with mockery.
Actively exposing a Cursed Technique can increase its influence on the deceased's abilities.
Many people don't know that Gojo Satoru, the strongest in the current era, almost died once during a mission when he was young.
That record is now untraceable, and that forbidden name has also vanished with the history that was once concealed, becoming unknown to anyone.
Only those who lived in that era would know what the name Zen'in Toji meant.
Thirty years ago, he could strike fear into all Jujutsu Sorcerer in the entire Jujutsu World, single-handedly slaughter half of the Zenin Family, and escape unscathed.
Heavenly Restraints Tyrant and Sorcerer Killer were this man's titles, but after Zen'in Toji's death, there wasn't even an inscription of his name; it was an anonymous, desolate grave.
If Granny Ogami, who was over 50 at the time, had been 30 years younger, she would definitely have fallen for that man.
It's hilarious, she wouldn't have been able to keep her legs together at all.
It's a pity that such a brilliant and powerful man is now unknown to anyone, which is truly regrettable.
But now that Granny Ogami had summoned Zen'in Toji, she could revive his glory.
Not only would this brat in front of her die, but all Jujutsu Sorcerer in this area would die.
"Heavenly Restraints Tyrant - Descend!"
Granny Ogami whispered softly, her voice light, but it struck directly at the heart. In the sky...
"Zen'in Toji!"
The Cursed Spirit that Granny Ogami had transformed into had blood-red eyes, staring at Kenmyo with a drooling gaze, like the Big Bad Wolf in a fairy tale seeing Little Red Riding Hood.
"Jujutsu Sorcerer brat, I want you dead."
And so, that eerie, azure Cursed Energy erupted, fierce in the cold wind, emitting a mournful and unsettling howl.
"Brat, you're dead."
This was Granny Ogami's trump card; she had risked her life to dig up a finger bone from the Zenin Family graveyard.
It was the only one, and once used, it was gone. She had originally intended it as a last resort, but now she had no choice but to use it.
"Don't look at him as if he has no Cursed Energy; that's the effect of Heavenly Restriction."
"This is the man who almost killed Gojo Satoru."
"Now, Zen'in, go kill this brat!"
The Cursed Spirit's face showed a triumphant smile.
In her mind, she already saw Kenmyo bleeding profusely, lying in a pool of blood.
"Is that so?"
Kenmyo looked at the face of the'Shamat' uncle in the sweater, which had completely transformed into Fushiguro Toji's face at some point.
And this old woman had voluntarily revealed her Cursed Technique, which was to possess the deceased souls of powerhouses.
Combining this information,
"So, that arrogant uncle in this timeline is dead, huh?"
Kenmyo had already witnessed the ability to resurrect, which was possessed by Gojo Satoru's ancestor, Gojo Shinyan, who had died hundreds of years ago.
It wasn't strange then that the deceased Fushiguro Toji was summoned in this form.
His eyes were completely blank, giving the impression of an unconscious combat puppet.
"Very displeased."
Kenmyo was truly unhappy.
If it were an imitation of Fushiguro Toji, he could accept it, as someone could imitate his face, but not Toji's thuggish swagger; at most, it would be a fake.
But the opponent was directly summoning the actual deceased person, and that thing, wearing the face of his number one henchman, was going to help that old woman deal with him, which immediately left a bad taste in his mouth.
It inexplicably felt like a strange NTR scenario.
Kenmyo didn't want to experience this kind of plot, not even in another timeline.
Especially when he saw Fushiguro Toji seemingly about to obey the old woman and attack him.
Kenmyo instantly became enraged and sneered.
Seriously.
Damn it, he's gone rogue.
It's insubordination.
Since you're empty-handed, I'll be empty-handed too. Kenmyo disdained taking advantage of him in this situation.
Fushiguro Toji's speed was so fast that his charging speed was invisible to the naked eye of an ordinary Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. With a flash, he appeared before Kenmyo.
In mid-air, Fushiguro Toji, expressionless, rotated his body, leaning slightly backward, and delivered a punch, devoid of any fancy moves, relying solely on brute force to create a miracle, directly striking Kenmyo's face!
The speed of the punch created many air vortices, breaking through the air, and the wind was stirred up.
"That's it!"
Granny Ogami's face revealed a bloodthirsty smile as she saw Fushiguro Toji about to deliver a powerful blow to Kenmyo's head.
How about it, can't keep up, can you?
She wasn't bragging, there was no human on this earth who could keep up with Fushiguro Toji's speed!
Toji, it would be best if you punched that damned brat's head off.
But the scene that followed almost made Granny Ogami think she had developed presbyopia even after becoming a Cursed Spirit.
Yet, facing such a terrifying attack, Kenmyo didn't even blink, sneered, and delivered an uppercut that directly hit Fushiguro Toji's chin, easily neutralizing the fierce offensive.
"Pfft!"
Fushiguro Toji's chin was struck by Kenmyo's uppercut, causing him to clench his teeth fiercely, and blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth due to the violent impact.
His facial muscles were deformed, and several white objects, likely teeth, could be seen among them.
And in the blood splattered by Fushiguro Toji, Kenmyo's left and right hands below him were already clenched into fists, ready to punch.
"Madada!"
He directly aimed at Fushiguro Toji, whose guard was wide open, and unleashed a series of precise punches in mid-air onto the enemy's body.
"Come here and get beaten!"
Kenmyo's arm, illuminated by the glow of psychic energy, trailed dazzling lines in the air.
The super-high-speed 연속 attacks created afterimages.
"Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora!"
Kenmei's eyes glowed, and his body moved like a fierce tiger, throwing countless shadow punches.
"Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora!"
The light and shadows intertwined and separated; every intersection inevitably caused a massive explosion, and every withdrawal and separation inevitably triggered a huge air burst.
"You're nothing but a soulless shell, stop getting cocky over there!"
Just the slight residual shockwaves from Kenmei's punches were enough to nearly shatter the floor of the building's top level.
The special coating beneath his feet was ripped away, exposing the reinforced concrete underneath, which was also covered in cracks and clear footprints.
It was a one-sided exchange of blows!
Kenmei bent his leg and delivered a powerful kick straight to Fushiguro Toji's abdomen!
From this angle, it was completely unavoidable.
However, whether the person involved could maintain consciousness amidst that storm of blows was a very clear problem.
Even with Fushiguro Toji protecting himself with both hands, he was still sent flying over ten meters away. It took the assistance of that Special Grade Cursed Spirit, using its sharp claws to desperately grip the ground, to prevent the two of them from falling off the edge of the skyscraper.
One more step back meant the abyss.
"What exactly is going on with this kid?"
Only the Old Woman Oshigami, who caught Fushiguro Toji, truly understood the terrifying force that had impacted her.
Moreover, Fushiguro Toji had been completely overwhelmed, fighting a one-sided, suppressed battle.
The heavenly restraints was actually at a disadvantage in terms of physical combat.
Had Old Woman Oshigami failed to keep up with this crazy era?
Or were all the young people nowadays simply monsters?
"No, that's not the reason."
When she looked at those sapphire eyes shining like gems in the darkness, meeting his gaze,
Old Woman Oshigami realized for the first time that even as a Special Grade Cursed Spirit with such immense power, she could still feel fear.
Seeing the wisps of smoke rising from the fist, it was hard to imagine that this was the very fist that had delivered the blows moments ago.
At this moment, the old woman's legs were shaking violently, the fear in her body practically spilling out of her eyes; she had completely lost the will to fight.
"That kid is..."
"A monster among monsters!"
This kid's performance was even more terrifying than Gojo Satoru's back when Old Woman Oshigami first saw him.
"Get up!"
Kenmei slowly exhaled, spread his hands upwards, and took a step toward the grandmother and grandson duo.
"If you're Fushiguro Toji, you shouldn't have only this much strength."
But with just that single step, the old woman seemed to receive an immense shock, reacting excessively, or perhaps something else entirely.
She let out a scream and dropped Fushiguro Toji, who had been beaten so badly his mouth wouldn't close.
"This world is too terrifying! What freedom!"
Old Woman Oshigami pushed off the ground, shooting away like an arrow released from a bow.
She fled frantically between the high-rise buildings, completely lost in panic.
"Even if Gojo Satoru is dealt with, if this monster still exists..."
Old Woman Oshigami's worldview had collapsed. She shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess from the start.
"Neither the age of the Curse Users nor the age of the Cursed Spirits will ever arrive!"
"Never!"
Old Woman Oshigami even felt pity for the person behind the scenes; no matter how meticulously you scheme, everything is meaningless when faced with absolute power.
Kenmei felt speechless watching Old Woman Oshigami's decisive speed in simply running away.
She was practically the most cowardly Special Grade Cursed Spirit Kenmei had ever seen. Did the old woman really think she could escape?
Kenmei's hand was once again covered in Psychic Energy, forming a bow.
As he placed his finger on the bowstring, a crimson arrow instantly materialized.
Aiming and shooting were done in a single fluid motion.
Old Woman Oshigami, focusing only on escape, had already run several kilometers away, but when she glanced back, she suddenly saw a blinding red light coming straight toward her from the distance.
Feeling the destructive power contained within, Old Woman Oshigami's eyes widened instantly. Only despair remained in her heart.
"I might die now."
The moment that thought crossed Old Woman Oshigami's mind, the destructive arrow struck her precisely and lethally.
Kenmei didn't bother looking back at the explosion; a magnificent crimson cross instantly rose up in the sky over there.
The Jujutsu Sorcerer were probably the ones who felt the impact of this power the most.
Since the start of this night, they had been forced to experience all sorts of inexplicable events. Attacks came from nowhere, and the mere shockwaves were enough to flip their vehicles.
"It happened again!"
"That power is even more terrifying than Gojo-sensei's Red."
A red-haired boy, wearing the black uniform of Tokyo Jujutsu High, had a face full of unwillingness.
His name was Yuji Itadori, an ordinary athlete.
"Gojo-sensei, there's no signal inside at all. What happened to him?"
The gap in strength between himself and this unknown powerhouse was the main reason for his deep anxiety.
"If I had that kind of strength, I could go in with Sensei."
Thinking this, Yuji Itadori gritted his teeth and punched the 'Curtain' in front of him with all his strength.
But this athlete was certainly an athlete; his strength was extraordinary. The air pressure difference generated by his punch swept across the entire block.
Even so, the 'Curtain' remained completely unaffected, motionless and smooth, without a single ripple.
"Damn it, it really didn't work!"
This punch startled the other Jujutsu Sorcerer next to Yuji Itadori, who was wearing a hat, and he spoke with forced composure:
"W-well, that power was decent, Yuji-kun."
But internally, his thoughts were churning: Is this guy for real?
Just based on striking power, Yuji is already comparable to Nanami-san.
However, even this attack couldn't destroy the 'Curtain,' especially since this 'Curtain' couldn't even be destroyed by the strongest, Gojo-san.
The Jujutsu Sorcerer estimated that the 'Curtain' could not be destroyed by conventional means.
That is, unless they find the caster behind it and make them willingly dispel the Cursed Technique, but that wouldn't be easy either.
"Let's go, Yuji."
"We need to find the caster."
But just as the two of them were about to leave, they saw that after a dazzling blue flash on the tallest building nearby,
"Rumble!!!"
The entire upper half of the building, nearly twenty stories high, instantly disintegrated and turned into fragments.
It was as if those floors shattered because they simply couldn't withstand the destructive power of a certain individual.
"What is it this time?!"
This utterly absurd sight made Yuji and the other Jujutsu Sorcerer widen their eyes simultaneously.
However, this was the work of a highly capricious individual who, on a whim, decided to launch a certain Heavenly Restraints Tyrant like a cannonball.
The target was the 'Curtain'!
Thus, they and the surrounding Jujutsu Sorcerer saw a blue beam of light strike the 'Curtain' directly.
It couldn't hold up for even 0.1 seconds. The hard shell of the 'Curtain' was corroded by the Psychic Energy, creating a large hole, and then more and more cracks appeared on it like an eggshell.
This was the sound of walls collapsing, followed by layers of cracking sounds that spread outward along the fissures.
The 'Curtain' spanning the central area of Shibuya Ward shattered!
"Couldn't take a hit."
Kenmei followed Fushiguro Toji and entered inside the 'Curtain' as well.
Fushiguro Toji, meanwhile, had been blasted directly into a shopping mall, landing almost perfectly right in front of a team that had penetrated deep inside the 'Curtain.'
"What happened?"
The four-person team was startled by this sudden change and quickly adopted defensive stances.
If one looked closely, they would realize the members of this team were quite formidable.
The strongest Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer in history, the head of the Zenin Family, Zen'in Naobito.
Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, Nanami Kento, who held a Cursed Tool and used it defensively against the unexpected turn of events.
Grade 4 Jujutsu Sorcerer, but possessing the strength of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, Maki Zen'in. This girl wore black-framed glasses.
Speaking of which, the Cursed Energy in her body was similar to Fushiguro Toji's—both were zero. She was also a victim of the Heavenly Restriction.
The last member was the youngest in the team, also affiliated with the Zenin Family, but his surname wasn't Zen'in.
Instead, it was Fushiguro, just like Fushiguro Toji.
Which meant this boy was the biological son of a certain irresponsible father.
Fushiguro Megumi.
This elite team, primarily led by the Zenin Family, was now deep inside the 'Curtain.'
"Cough, cough, cough, what happened?"
Fushiguro Megumi asked his teammates while coughing.
"I don't know."
Something suddenly smashed in, turning half the shopping mall into ruins.
"There seems to be a person over there!"
Maki Zen'in seemed to spot a human lying in the ruins, their condition unknown. The collapse of the building appeared to be entirely caused by him.
"Wait, Megumi, don't go over there."
Fushiguro Megumi wanted to summon a Shikigami, but he was stopped by a Cursed Tool.
Maki Zen'in raised Playful Cloud, blocking Fushiguro Megumi.
"A new person has appeared."
The appearance of this person put everyone present on high alert.
"Everyone, be careful."
Zen'in Naobito, the head of the Zenin Family who had been slacking off, finally spoke.
His tone was extremely serious.
"This guy is wrong, and extremely dangerous."
Trusting his own intuition, Zen'in Naobito's nerves were now completely taut.
The newcomer was Kenmei. He slowly descended from the air. Seeing three completely unfamiliar people, he initially thought they were enemies.
But upon seeing Nanami Kento, Kenmei immediately realized they were allies, not enemies.
Seeing the group look at him with high vigilance, and the atmosphere so thick it could be cut with a knife, Kenmei even had the presence of mind to crack a small joke.
"I'm friendly, don't shoot."
However, when Kenmei saw Fushiguro Toji still lying there as if unconscious, and the others hadn't regained their composure,
He immediately became irritated.
"Damn it."
Kenmei stepped forward, grabbed Fushiguro Toji by the collar, and punched him straight in the face in front of everyone.
Maki Zen'in frowned. This person looked like a handsome man, so why was he so ruthless?
Fushiguro Megumi felt it too, and at this moment, an indescribable feeling arose within him.
A very strange feeling—annoyance.
Kenmei let out a cold snort.
Still sleeping? That's ridiculous.
Even in this world, Fushiguro Toji, you will always be working for me.
I said it, and no one can keep you.
Kenmei coughed lightly, and then, using the authority of a Boss, shouted loudly and sternly at the grown man:
"You bastard, how long do you intend to let others manipulate you?"