Curse Returns: What did the human-shaped wishing machine do wrong this time?

"This mission report is completely empty, Jay. Do you think this cursed spirit might be one of the 16 Special-class Pokémon? Let's catch it and make it your Pokémon!"

Sitting in the car where he was assisting with the supervision, Gojo Satoru casually glanced at the mission report and then tossed the paper to Natsumi Yuuki beside him.

Currently, only Gojo Satoru and Natsume Suguru are qualified to undertake special-grade missions at the high school level, so even though they still have the mission to find the serial killer case in the Directorate General's office, they were still passed over to them.

Fortunately, Saitama is not far from Sendai, and they plan to deal with that special-grade cursed spirit and head straight to the Itadori family in Sendai.

"Wu, I have a bad feeling."

Xia Youjie couldn't help but sigh.

His technique is the Spell Spirit Manipulation Technique, which allows him to subdue spell spirits and use them for his own purposes. Logically speaking, upon hearing about such a top-tier existence, he should be excited about his growing strength. However, for some reason, he felt something was very wrong ever since he met that strange child.

"What's there to worry about? We're the strongest!"

Gojo Satoru slammed his fist into his palm and flashed a bright, confident smile.

Aside from that somewhat strange child, Gojo Satoru had never suffered a setback in his life, and he confidently arrived at the mission site in the auxiliary supervisor's car.

Two-tone warning tape has been put up here.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gojo Satoru walked towards the place where the curse power was the strongest.

The dark clouds had dispersed, and the air was filled with a rich, fishy smell. What should have been a port had been blasted into a sinkhole by an unknown force.

Two streams of top-grade cursed energy were seeping out of the pit.

"This incantation..."

Xia Youjie followed Wu Tiaowu and jumped directly into the pit.

The place was littered with the marks of a fight. The tangled tree roots in the blasted earth were withered and cracked, and mottled bloodstains covered in mud and debris were splattered on the split stone walls.

"Jay, how come there's that super-class Cursed Spirit here too?"

Gojo Satoru squatted down, picked up some soil stained with a salty smell, and looked puzzled.

The report from [the window] said there were no casualties, but the obvious bloodstains here, along with the signs of a fight in the surrounding area, prove that someone fought with the cursed spirit. Since there was no body, it is unknown whether it was eaten by the cursed spirit or escaped.

There are two remnants of cursed power here. One is the one they have seen before, belonging to the cursed spirit on the child of the Itadori family. The other remnant is unknown, but it should be the newly appeared special-grade one.

These two remnants were intertwined, making them somewhat unpredictable.

"Let's go to Sendai now."

Looking at the bloodstains, Xia Youjie fell silent.

From the moment the stampede happened, everything seemed to be heading in an unknown direction.

Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki are close friends, and their ideas are very similar.

Under the somewhat bewildered gaze of the assistant supervisor, they headed straight for Itadori's house, which they had visited once before.

When they arrived, it was already 8 p.m. Instead of going through the main entrance, Gojo Satoru jumped directly onto the half-open window on the second floor.

Inside, two children were lying close together on the bed, drowsily listening to Itadori Yasuke tell a bedtime fairy tale.

Vaguely seeing a dark figure standing in front of the window, Itadori Yasuke was startled.

An electric shock-like chill spread from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Thinking it was some wandering ghost again, he tried hard to suppress the scream that was about to burst out.

"You... which cemetery do you live in... I... I'll go offer you some sacrifices, don't come looking for my grandson... you..."

Halfway through his plea for mercy, Itadori Yasuke realized that the figure looked somewhat familiar.

He wanted to say something more, but then he saw that his grandchildren were no longer sleepy.

"Is there any ghost as handsome as me?"

Gojo Satoru winked proudly and flashed a confident smile.

"take--"

Upon seeing the familiar silver-white figure, Yuujin Itadori sat up and wanted to call out to his sister, but Gojo Satoru, who was one step ahead of him, instantly appeared behind him.

"Shh—it's time for the kids to sleep, it wouldn't be good to wake them up~"

Gojo Satoru smiled and covered Yuujin's mouth with his hand, while using the index finger of his other hand to make a quiet mouth shape.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"

Yuhito was furious that his mouth was covered; his light golden eyes were filled with tension and anger.

"Uncle, what do you want to do?"

Seeing that Yuujin's mouth was covered, Alluka looked up, her round eyes fixed on Gojo Satoru's direction.

"No uncle is as handsome as me! I already told you to call me 'brother'!"

Gojo Satoru took the struggling Itadori Yuuhito into his arms and gave him a somewhat smug smile.

"Could you please come to our college as guests? I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of fighting came from the garden downstairs.

The curse master Rimei was held back by Xia Youjie.

The occasional loud bangs and tremors of the ground filled the otherwise quiet night.

On their way here, Gojo Satoru and Natsumi Yuki had already rehearsed the scene of facing the two children that day.

Although his six eyes couldn't analyze the trajectory of the cursed spirit's power, the cursed spirit only sent them to Africa after the pink-haired child spoke.

The well-coordinated Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki decided to try to shut the child up first, with Natsuyuki holding off the curse master while Gojo Satoru conducted the experiment.

At worst, they can just go on another trip to Africa.

With this mindset in mind, the two sorcerers recklessly charged forward.

"Uncle with white hair... Brother, can you let go of my brother? If you let him go, I can go visit you."

Under the disapproving gaze of Itadori Yabusuke, Alluka glanced at Gojo Satoru and said slowly.

"But if I let go, will you still send me abroad?"

Gojo Satoru smiled and vigorously ruffled Itadori Yuujin's pink hair with his other hand.

Meeting Yuujin's somewhat troubled gaze, he found it rather amusing.

"What exactly are you trying to do?!"

Yasuke Itadori attempted to snatch Hisahito back, but was gently deflected by Satoru Gojo.

"So many people have died because of this child~ You didn't know that, did you?"

When Itadori Yasuke's pupils contracted, Gojo Satoru knew that the old man was also aware of the situation.

While Itadori Yamasuke was thinking about the stampede being discovered, Gojo Satoru was preoccupied with the grotesque corpses in the high school morgue.

The two of them were completely on different wavelengths.

"So you guys knew about this~ So we need to investigate the whole story first~"

Gojo Satoru didn't want ordinary people to know about the existence of the world of jutsu, so he just mentioned it briefly.

"Those people were just caught in the crossfire, and besides, our country has laws protecting minors!"

Yasuke Itadori did not want to entrust the child to strangers, so he invoked the law.

Upon hearing this, Gojo Satoru burst out laughing.

He thought of those rotten oranges who disregarded the law.

His laughter made Itadori Yasuke even more worried.