Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

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"Die here, Utterly..."

Before it could finish speaking, a long sword was already plunged into its mouth, forcibly cutting off the sound it was about to utter. In its last glimpse, Yue Ren appeared behind it with a sword, and positive energy surged wildly into the sword. The next moment, to Hua Yu's incredulous gaze, Louhu exploded and died.

"I'm sorry, I didn't give you time to get passionate."

"A water clock!"

The voice that was understood directly entered the hearts of the two, and Yue Ren threw his long sword backhand.

With the speed of a meteor, the longsword pierced through all the attacking plants, slicing them in half, including one of Hana's arms.

"Varied......"

Just as I was about to step back, I felt myself hit a wall from behind, and I couldn't move an inch.

I instinctively turned my head and saw a terrifying white-haired man.

"Your companions have all gone down, and instead of staying with it, you're thinking of running away? Isn't that a bit unfair?"

Then came the excruciating pain, and Hua Yu's body paused for a moment.

It looked down and saw a thin cut on its chest, straight from left to right, as if measured with a ruler.

Purple liquid gushed from the wound, staining the earth.

It was Gojo Satoru's hand that cut open its body.

Having lost her power, Hua Yu knelt down. The surrounding vines ceased their struggle, gradually turning into withered grass and disappearing with the wind.

This ending doesn't seem so bad...

"Everyone... I'm here! Impeachment is on your shoulders now..."

Yue Ren stood there, watching Hua Yu's body slowly dissipate, and put away Yuan Hong.

At this point, all four calamity curses, except for the curse spirit of the spear, have been exorcised.

"Let's go, Uruga is waiting."

"Okay, but..."

Recalling the exquisite weapon he had just seen, and remembering the helplessness he felt when facing that "tent," Gojo Satoru finally felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Yue people, do you have any suitable weapons for me? Like the ones used to dismantle that 'tent' before, you know, those take too much time."

The Yue man, who hadn't stopped moving, paused slightly, glanced at the man's embarrassed expression, and then nodded.

"Let's go back. It might take a lot of energy. So far, there shouldn't be any materials in this world that can withstand your damage. We'll have to use spells and incantations to create such materials. It'll be a huge project."

"Absolutely no problem, as for the amount of magical power, it doesn't matter..."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that Yue Ren actually had a solution. It was an unexpected delight; he truly deserved to be his most outstanding student.

The two immediately entered the underground area. Three or four layers of barriers and the guardian spirits hindered their progress, but they posed no threat to Yue Ren, who possessed the Demon-Slaying Sword.

They didn't even take the turns; the two of them just charged straight ahead.

After Gojo Satoru's repulsive force destroyed the wall, the true face of the underground workshop finally came into view.

The environment was dark, the air was filled with a curse so dense it could materialize, and there was that pitch-black, disgusting pool.

Gojo Satoru's sharp gaze swept across the pool, where the black liquid was receding, revealing a person lying at the bottom.

It was undoubtedly the Japanese cane that the two were looking for. Its eyes were closed, like a corpse, but its faint breathing told them that it was still alive.

He flashed forward and placed his hand on Huzhang's body, activating the "Reversal Spell" and pulling the young man back from the brink of death.

Those guys were clever; they knew that once Itajō died, it would be a fight to the death. So they deliberately left him barely alive, and as long as he remained alive, Yue Ren's senses wouldn't be in a hurry, buying as much time as possible...

Moreover, only Etsuto's reversal technique can heal others, and without Etsuto's help, Gojo Satoru alone cannot continue the pursuit.

They calculated all the favorable conditions, even taking into account the loopholes in people's hearts.

Searching Haddō's body, the brass knives he was given were gone.

I closed my eyes to sense... but I couldn't detect anything. Was it sealed?

Tch, that's why villains with brains are so annoying.

A person who is meticulous in everything they do, taking into account every possible factor that could hinder them, would be a great teammate, but a very annoying opponent.

More importantly, they don't have anyone like that on their side. Neither Gojo Satoru nor Echijin are the type to be good at scheming, and now that they've lost their foresight advantage, they're even less likely to end up following behind and getting left behind.

"Su Nuo has disappeared; she must have undergone a second incarnation. We were too late."

"Is it impossible to continue the pursuit?"

"The weapon given to Itajō was indeed taken away, but it should have been sealed away; we can't sense any trace of it."

It's understandable why he took the weapon; it's definitely not a good thing for that thing to fall into the hands of an opponent like Ryoumen Sukuna. If he were the opponent, he would definitely take it if he had a way to shield his senses.

"..."

"Lu Suo, as expected of a guy who has lived for a thousand years, this scheming is indeed outrageous."

Gojo Satoru was completely convinced; these guys were so meticulous in their planning that it was infuriating.

As Hu Zhang's condition gradually improved, the Yue people who began to observe their surroundings discovered something unusual: a piece of paper pressed under Hu Zhang's body.

Pick it up.

"..."

"What is it?"

"A challenge!"

"The time is the end of this month, October 31st. In Shibuya, under the leadership of the cursed king Sukuna, a decisive battle will be fought."

"..."

The ending was completely unexpected, but upon closer reflection, it somehow felt quite fitting.

As long as the two of them are present, it's unlikely that the other side can cause any major disturbance. The only way is to eliminate both of them at the same time, so that they can do whatever they want.

So, they will eventually have to fight each other, which makes a decisive battle quite reasonable.

If the other party initiates the attack, at least you have the initiative, and it's easier to set traps or something.

Carrying the tiger staff on his back, and confirming that there were no further problems, Yue Ren prepared to return.

There's no use thinking about it now that things have come to this; let's go back and regroup.

"Given internal and external troubles, we need to unify the internal situation first. Let's go back. The change in the world of sorcery should begin."

"Okay...okay...I'll do as you say."

Time and again, Gojo Satoru endured the idiotic actions of the higher-ups, until now, when his disciple was almost killed by someone who should have been one of his own.

He's really angry now.

I had some reservations about the Yue people's actions at first, but now it seems that their approach might be the most appropriate one.

In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary. The most powerful cursed king has awakened, and the impending war may drag the entire country into the abyss. Peace, without a doubt, no longer exists.

Back at the college, none of my classmates were injured, which was a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

Fushiguro Megumi also launched an investigation as instructed by the Yue people. As expected, there were spies among them, from the Kamo and Zenin families, including high-ranking members such as the clan elders. Some were controlled by the Ryosaku, while others were completely instigated. "The Curse Returns: The Swordsmith's Start" is causing a reading frenzy. Haven't you read it yet? For example, Zenin Shinichi, Zenin Naoya, and Zenin Sen from the Zenin family.

After being overthrown by Maki and Fushiguro, the three harbored resentment. At this time, under the instigation of the Kamo family's higher-ups, who were controlled by Tōsō, they naturally carried out assassination attacks in coordination with Tōsō's actions.

Such a large-scale operation could not possibly go undetected. They even attempted to assassinate Principal Moth, who had noticed the anomaly, but were stopped by support from Kyoto and the panda who had been guarding the area.

With all the personnel on this side leaving Tengen and the defenses weakened, Yagami contacted Kyoto for reinforcements, and unexpectedly, a crisis was averted by a series of coincidences.

When Fushiguro and the others returned, the battle was just coming to an end. In the end, everyone was captured except for Naoya, who escaped due to a special technique.

News of this incident spread faster than the Vietnamese had anticipated.

It wasn't them who dispersed voluntarily; it was the ordinary people who were rescued.

In the information age, information blockade is impossible without absolute control.

Several survivors in Shibuya started live streaming. The camera was shaking badly, but the city riddled with bullets in the footage was real. The outline of the impeachment slowly moved among the ruins, and the caption read "The revenge of a giant gun monster."

"What is that?"

"monster."

"What is the government doing?"

"Is this the end of the world?"

"..."

Questions flew by like snowflakes, with no answers.

Government officials with ties to the sorcery world sent inquiries, asking what exactly happened, why the existence of the cursed spirit was suddenly exposed, and whether the previous agreements were no longer valid.

With such a large number of people aware of the existence of cursed spirits, the intensity of the curse in Japan will definitely increase further.

"A group of unseen monsters live around you, capable of killing you at any moment."

Such a reality breeds fear, and fear is the strongest negative emotion, which further fuels the birth of curses. This is the fundamental reason why the existence of cursed spirits must be concealed.

Now that this principle has been broken, it's easy to understand why the government is furious.

The higher-ups can't provide an answer because those who should be providing answers are currently in a meeting, or perhaps it's more accurate to say they're shirking responsibility.

The meeting building for the high-ranking members of the magic society is located next to the Kyoto Imperial Palace. It has gray tiles and white walls, and several century-old pine trees are planted in the courtyard. The tree crowns are neatly trimmed, and even their shadows are orderly.

The conference room was completely dark, and the so-called high-ranking members of the sorcery world were hiding behind a screen, having a heated discussion.

"Gojo Satoru bears the primary responsibility for this incident."

"More than 3,000 people died in Shibuya, and there were also casualties in Shinjuku. As a top-tier mage, he failed to prevent the situation from escalating in time—"

"He stopped it."

"If it weren't for Gojo Satoru's attack, the entire Shibuya would have been wiped out."

"That was what he should do. He shouldn't have let Sukuna's vessel be taken away. That was—"

"That's your responsibility."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and this unexpected turn of events brought the conference room to an instant silence.

Gojo Satoru stood at the door, wearing his usual black eye patch.

"What are you doing here?"

"Outrageous!"

"Who gave you permission to barge in like this? Get out. It's not your time to be here yet."

"Your crimes will be put to trial later..."

Looking at this group of stinking, self-important guys who spout superiority while desperately trying to hide their inner fear, Gojo Satoru felt like an idiot for having chosen to compromise in the past.

"Enough with the nagging. As expected, you guys are really not suited for this world."

"What are you saying?"

"Gojo Satoru, what are you doing?"

Amidst the growing panic in the voices of the higher-ups, the man pulled down the black blindfold covering his face, revealing six eyes that gleamed coldly under the lights.

His expression was calm, but that calmness was more terrifying than anger.

Behind him, another person emerged from the shadows, hands in pockets, expression unchanged, looking at the scene before him as if it were trash.

"Who is this guy?"

"Gojo Satoru, this is a high-level meeting, you didn't—ahhhhh..."

Before the words were finished, blood and screams replaced the lingering stench; at that moment, they were the best detergent.

"You bastard, how dare you..."

"Yeah, we've been holding back for far too long, so long that you've come to think that it's no big deal if someone shits on your head."

With a clenched fist, the guy who was yelling the loudest was crushed and turned into a puddle of mud, blood flowing everywhere.

The Yue man drew his katana across the ground, and flames began to spread in all directions. The forging fire, capable of burning everything, would burn away all impurities.

"Feel honored, for a new order will be born in the clean world after your demise. You are the witnesses to the old world, so die with joy."

"No, please, don't... Ahhh..."

His intermittent pleas for mercy went unanswered as flames climbed his body, and he fell silent moments later.

Seeing the disgraceful scene before them, the two men remained unmoved. After confirming that no one had survived, they turned and left.

The door closed behind me with a dull thud.

At this point, all the high-ranking members of the Japanese sorcery community were dead, and the final investigation concluded that the fire was caused by a gas leak.

At the same time, a classified intelligence file suddenly spread to all the sorcerers' mobile phones.

Those were many shady dealings and conspiracies committed by the higher-ups in the sorcery, and they were listed one by one.

At the same time, it was declared that the high-ranking members of the sorcery community no longer possessed the qualifications to lead the sorcery world and were removed from their posts effective immediately.

The world of sorcery was in an uproar.

But that wasn't all. Immediately following was a second message: the existing power structure would be reorganized, and a new power body, the "Spellcasting Committee," would be established to manage all affairs of the Japanese spellcasting community. The first meeting would be held on October 15th at the Tokyo Spellcasting Academy, and all spellcasters were invited to attend.

The sender of this message is Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer of our time!

At this moment, the world of sorcery was in an uproar.

All sorcerers realized one thing: the world of sorcery had truly changed.

After reading the records at home, Nanami Kento remained silent for a long time.

Then he put his phone on the table, took off his glasses, lay down on the sofa, and rubbed his temples. There was still a private invitation email on his phone.

"Mr. Gojo... was this step right or wrong...?"

The voice was so soft it was as if the speaker was talking to himself.

After watching it in the coffee shop, Mingming turned her phone over and placed it face down on the table.

He called the waiter to reheat his coffee, which had gone cold, while his lips...