Chapter 101: Special Grade Hypothetical Cursed Spirit.
"No, thank you very much for letting me undertake this mission."
Tatsuro slowly stood up, his eyes showing no hesitation. He slung the black backpack from the bench onto his back. His clean and tidy school uniform added an air of maturity to the young man.
"Very good."
Kento Nanami adjusted his glasses and said, "Let's set off now."
...
7:00 AM
"Mr. Nanami, I'm relieved now that you're here. During times like these, there's a shortage of jujutsu sorcerers, especially for this kind of Special Grade," said Kiyotaka Ijichi, dressed in a suit, adjusting his glasses.
"It's nothing, just work. I already understand the specific situation. When we go in later, you can set up the Curtain."
"Eh! Is he going in too?" Ijichi pointed at Tatsuro in surprise. After all, the last time he saw him, Tatsuro was still a third-grade sorcerer.
"Hey! Long time no see, Mr. Ijichi," Tatsuro waved.
"Mm, long time no see, Sorcerer Tatsuro."
"Wipe that grin off your face; this is work time," Kento Nanami said and walked straight in.
"Why look so stern? It makes you look old. Look how young Gojo-sensei is; he's almost thirty but still acts like a child," Tatsuro quickly followed behind.
"That's precisely why I dislike him."
Watching the two enter, Kiyotaka Ijichi raised his right hand, holding up his index and middle fingers, and said, "May your martial fortunes prosper! Born from darkness, blacker than black. Defilements and impurities, be purified!"
A black Curtain slowly descended. Tatsuro took out the long blade from the backpack on his back. Kento Nanami stood a short distance behind him, observing.
On the school's athletic field upon entry, four humanoid cursed spirits stared intently at the two who had entered. Limbs grew out of their giant humanoid heads, but they had no bodies.
Their fist-sized eyes were bloodshot, glaring at the slowly approaching Tatsuro. Finally, one shouted, "What the hell are you staring at me for? Go to hell!"
Tatsuro glanced over, his hand rose, and the blade fell. He instantly killed all four cursed spirits and then walked towards the school building.
Kento Nanami mentally evaluated, "Passable. Normal standard."
Pushing open the main doors, Tatsuro frowned. From the outside, this school building only looked three stories high, but inside, it was like an alternate space. Tall buildings rose one after another, with intricate staircases connecting them.
"This is trouble. This is an 'Innate Domain' opened with cursed energy. Has this cursed spirit already reached Special Grade?"
Kento Nanami took out a short, cleaver-like blade from his briefcase, slowly pulled off the tie from his neck, and wrapped it around the blade.
He walked in front of Tatsuro and said, "Stand down. This is already beyond what you can handle. Retreat to the athletic field now. Leave the rest to me, an adult, to handle."
"Gojo-sensei said that you, Mr. Nanami, are here to assist me in exorcising the cursed spirit. I haven't even fought yet, how can I let you, Mr. Nanami, step in?"
Tatsuro was very eager to clash with this Special Grade at this moment, not out of a whim, but because he wanted to know how big the gap still was between his current self and a Special Grade.
Cursed energy doesn't represent everything about a jujutsu sorcerer; one must consider multiple aspects. He just wanted to test his own limits.
"You will die. I'm not joking with you."
Kento Nanami had thought that threatening him with death would make him back down. But he hadn't expected this young man to say such words.
"If I'm going to die, then I'll struggle to survive. Gojo-sensei recommended me to come, which means I have the ability to handle this matter. Besides... I'm no longer the child from a few months ago who only knew how to set fires. Mr. Nanami, you seem to have some misunderstanding of my strength. I am not weak."
"..."
"Hmph."
Looking at the boasting young man before him, Kento Nanami was reminded of his former comrade. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Alright, I respect your choice. Let me be clear first: don't resent me if you die."
"Of course."
Tatsuro looked up at this incomplete 'Domain Expansion' and chose to continue forward. After all... if enemies were already strolling around your living room, would you just let them be?
A narrow corridor, visibility dim. Only the sound of footsteps echoed in their ears. Human remains were occasionally scattered on the ground.
Some were forcibly crushed into human balls, some dismembered. There was even one with both legs and hands severed, still barely clinging to life.
He heard footsteps echoing by his ear and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing someone approaching, he gritted his teeth and whimpered, "Save me..., I'm still... alive."
Tatsuro looked at the young man with only a breath left, slowly squatted down, and prepared to use 'Reverse Cursed Technique' to help him recover a bit.
"Run!" shouted Kento Nanami, seeming to have sensed something.
Thump!!
Tatsuro was splattered with blood. His own right hand and the man in front of him were instantly crushed by something, directly squeezed and exploded.
"Hello..."
At some unknown point, the cursed spirit's voice echoed by his ear. Tatsuro's pupils contracted violently. A large hand grabbed his head and threw him away.
Thump!
"Tatsuro!"
Kento Nanami's pupils contracted, looking at the spot now buried under rubble. Veins bulged on his right hand gripping the short blade. The junior Gojo Satoru had just entrusted to him had died just like that!?
His trembling left hand slowly pushed up his glasses. The Special Grade Cursed Spirit at this moment seemed extremely pleased, looking at the blood on the ground and saying, "This is so much fun! Another one dead!"
Just as Kento Nanami was about to make a move, he heard the sound of rubble collapsing from the pile behind him and paused his action. The Special Grade Cursed Spirit also looked over with an expression of disbelief.
"Damn it, that hurt so much! My head!"
Tatsuro slowly pushed aside the rubble pinning him down. His crushed right hand was now as good as new. He pulled out a steel nail embedded in the back of his head, threw it on the ground, then wiped the bits of flesh splattered on his face. His originally black pupils had now transformed into three spinning tomoe.
His cold gaze was fixed intently on the Special Grade Cursed Spirit that had almost snuffed him out just now. He really had been on the verge of death! A steel nail had pierced straight into his brain; his consciousness had even faded completely.
If he hadn't instinctively used 'Reverse Cursed Technique' before losing consciousness to recover, he would have already gone to the afterlife.
"You grandson, that was a damn good throw you made!"
The system mission popped up.
[Mission: Kill the Special Grade Hypothetical Cursed Spirit. Mission Reward: 35 points, 400 cursed energy permanent increase.]
[Detected host's Sharingan evolved to three-tomoe. Upon reaching Mangekyo, eternal evolution will begin.]
Tatsuro wasn't paying attention to the system reward at this moment, only marveling at how different the three-tomoe was from the two-tomoe. He could see the flow of cursed energy within the Special Grade Hypothetical Cursed Spirit and Kento Nanami with perfect clarity.
He could feel the true power of these eyes. If they evolved into Mangekyo, what kind of scene would that be?
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