"Emergency update! Emergency update!"
"A Special Grade Cursed Spirit has appeared in Hokkaido! The technique is confirmed to be fire-based. Half of a district has already been incinerated. Casualties are currently unquantifiable!"
"Another Special Grade in Shikoku! An entire small city has been forcibly converted into a dense, prehistoric forest!"
"The Zenin Clan's 'Hei' unit has been wiped out!"
"Tsunamis are hitting the coast of Kyushu. High-level cursed energy readings suggest a Special Grade entity!"
"Okinawa reports a massive 'Head Mound' made of human remains... Is this a direct provocation from the curses?!"
"Bastards!"
The intelligence department was in a state of absolute pandemonium. An emergency council meeting had been convened, and for the first time in decades, Master Tengen had appeared in person.
The room fell into a tomb-like silence as live footage flickered onto the massive screen. The final frame captured by a drone camera showed Jogo standing atop a mountain of charred corpses. He looked directly into the lens, baring his teeth in a playful, mocking sneer.
Naobito Zenin slammed his fist onto the table. "Scum! Lowly curses dare to mock us like this? This old man will personally—"
"Save it, Zenin-dono," Souma Gojo interrupted, his voice cutting through the bravado. "You can't beat that curse."
Naobito froze, his face flushing with indignation.
"Satoru has fought him before," Souma continued coldly. "In terms of pure destructive output, that entity is equivalent to a Special Grade Sorcerer. And the readings coming from Kyushu and Shikoku suggest the entities there are on the same level."
The elders gasped. Naobito slowly sat back down, his grip on his fan tightening. A Special Grade sorcerer was a far cry from a typical Special Grade curse. In the current era, the five Special Grade Sorcerers could flatten any standard curse. If these three spirits were truly that potent, only the "Strongest Trio" stood a chance.
Every eye in the room turned toward Souma.
Souma let out a heavy sigh. "The three of us will handle them. But I have a bad feeling about this. Three 'Disaster Spirits' appearing at once, scattered across Japan... it's a textbook diversion to lure us out."
"I'm worried that the moment we leave, Tokyo will descend into chaos."
Tengen stood up, their voice echoing with an ancient, calm authority. "Gojo-dono, pray do not worry. I shall reinforce the barriers across Tokyo. No entity of significant power will bypass my gaze."
"..."
Souma stared at Tengen. Somehow, hearing that "guarantee" only made him feel like the probability of disaster had just spiked to one hundred percent.
Sunlight Cafe
"So, all three of you are leaving the city?" Riko Amanai asked, cradling a hot mug of coffee.
Satoru Gojo struck a pose, looking as arrogant as ever. "Yup! Can't be helped. Only a powerhouse like yours truly can handle a walking natural disaster, after all!"
"Che," Riko rolled her eyes. She reached out and tapped the side of Satoru's cup.
Instantly, the steaming coffee inside froze into a solid block of ice. Satoru turned the cup upside down, watched a brown cylinder of ice slide out and thud onto the table, and felt his eye twitch. "You brat..."
At the counter, Haruko Shinohara's eyes were rimmed with red. Suguru Geto hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently smoothing her hair.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I'll make them pay."
Haruko's uncle and his family lived in Hokkaido. Two days ago, they were confirmed dead in the wake of Jogo's initial assault.
Suguru's expression hardened. "Souma told me that Tokyo might face unrest while we're gone. Haruko, I need you to take the staff and move to the Jujutsu High campus for safety."
After years of being by Suguru's side, Haruko understood the reality of the Jujutsu world. She nodded firmly. "I understand. I'll wait for you to come back. Please... be careful."
The Next Day: Tokyo International Airport
"You're taking Hokkaido?" Souma asked.
Suguru nodded. "Haruko's family was there. It's personal."
"Tch," Souma and Satoru muttered in synchronized mock-annoyance.
Satoru adjusted his blindfold. "I'll take Shikoku then. That 'Hanami' curse rescued a prisoner right in front of me last time. It's time I show that overgrown weed some real colors."
Souma blinked. So you guys left the weakest one, Dagon, to me? But Souma knew better. In terms of pure cursed energy reserves, Dagon was a bottomless well. And those tsunamis... if the octopus curse had evolved and understood how to utilize its environment, its raw power might rival even Jogo's.
With their plan set, the trio boarded separate flights.
The moment news reached Kenjaku that the "Strongest Trio" had departed, the ancient sorcerer emerged from the shadows like a predator sensing a vacated nest.
Tokyo
Tengen activated their ultimate barrier technique, weaving a "Heavenly Net" of cursed energy across the metropolitan area.
Deep within a sprawling sewer system, Mahito scratched his head as he looked at the dense, glowing talismans lining the walls. "Wow, this looks complicated."
Kenjaku, standing beside him, let out a derisive snort. "Simple-minded."
"These barrier formulas were perfected a thousand years ago, and they're still using them today. They've increased the volume of cursed energy and the structural integrity, but the core logic hasn't changed an inch."
Kenjaku's fingers danced through the air as she placed strange cursed objects and runes at key intersections. "Foolish Tengen. In a thousand years, it isn't just your body that has rotted—it's your intellect."
"Help me out here, Uraume. Place this over there. Mahito, hold this..."
When the preparations were complete, Kenjaku faced the barrier and formed a seal.
"Reverse Incantation: Dissolution!"
Black runes, crawling like tadpoles, swarmed over the barrier, hissing as they ate through the energy.
At that exact moment, in the depths of the Tombs of the Star Corridor, Master Tengen's eyes snapped open. "No! The barrier is—"
CRACK—!
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the metaphysical space. Every sorcerer in Tokyo felt it: the massive, protective dome of cursed energy protecting the city was dissolving like sugar in water.
"What's happening?"
"Did something happen to Master Tengen?"
"Report to the council immediately!"
In the sewers, Kenjaku wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. "It is done. Tokyo is now our playground."
Mahito's face twisted into a grotesque, joyful grin. He looked like he could barely contain his urge to slaughter.
"Don't get too carried away," Kenjaku warned. "Our goal is to generate maximum panic. Don't stay in one place for too long."
"Understood, understood!" Mahito bolted out of the sewers, emerging onto a busy, sunlit street.
He watched the crowds of humans passing by. His laughter started as a giggle and spiraled into a manic, high-pitched cackle. "There are so many of them... I don't even know where to start!"
"Incident reported at Ginza! Multiple cursed spirits have appeared!"
"The three scout teams we sent have gone silent!"
"Captain, look at the footage! Those curses... they were humans! They're transforming! Dammit!"
Kyushu Island
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Souma Gojo had just stepped off the plane when his phone erupted with notifications from the intelligence department.
He scanned the reports. His face went through several stages of disbelief before settling on a look of pure, unadulterated fury.
He stared at the screen for a full three seconds, then slammed the phone into the tarmac with enough force to shatter the casing. He didn't stop there, stomping the remains into the ground for good measure.
"Tengen, you useless, incompetent sabotage-artist!"
"I'll fking kill you! I'll fking kill you all!"
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