Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

Shinagawa.

The No. 99 train station is located in the central hall of the station. There are many people around, some carrying suitcases, some holding children, and some pushing elderly people in pushcarts, all squeezing towards the exit.

Someone fell down, someone cried, someone shouted "Let me through"... The noise intensified the unease and turmoil, and negative emotions were constantly growing. This was very bad, as it could easily attract the attention of cursed spirits.

Sure enough, the sound arrived before the person did. Turning to look at a gap, they heard the monster's voice.

Ninety-nine stood in the middle of the crowd, watching the cursed spirits pouring in through the ticket gate.

She stretched out her hand, her fingers tracing an arc in the air. The cursed spirits stopped three meters away from the crowd, as if they had crashed into an invisible wall, before being crushed.

"Southward."

Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard it.

"Run towards Shinagawa Port, there are ships there. Don't stop, and don't look back."

With the help of the support staff, the crowd moved, surging southward like the receding tide.

Jiujiu stood behind them, watching as more and more cursed spirits crashed into the "wall," which began to crack. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her forearms.

"Okay. Then let's get serious."

Ikebukuro.

Xia Youjie stood in the square at the west entrance, surrounded by more than a dozen cursed spirits—level one and near-level one, each one a carefully selected trump card.

Before him were hundreds of monsters that crawled out of the ground, their eyes empty, their only knowledge of killing. He raised his hand and spread his fingers.

"Go."

The already hungry cursed spirits rushed out, like wolves among sheep, like a knife cutting through butter.

Xia Youjie stood behind them, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his eyes half-closed, as if he were dozing off.

Although the nature of the cursed spirits he now possesses has changed, they still retain basic autonomy. As long as the commands are not complicated, they can still understand and execute them. As their master, he only needs to keep an eye on the situation.

That's how Xia Youjie felt an unprecedented sense of "comfort." This wave of cursed spirits was no different from a buffet for him.

It just so happened that his "reserves" were a bit low, and most of the cursed spirits that had been bound by the contract were quite powerful, so in the end he "ate" them to his heart's content.

The things the Yue people gave him turned the process of subduing these cursed spirits into a true feast. The only problem he might have to worry about now is that eating too much at once will make him feel "stuffed".

Therefore, he had to make some appropriate "wastes," something he would never have dared to even think about before.

Back then, he would take every single fish, unlike now where he only picks the "rare ones".

Such an environment was practically paradise for a cursed spirit user like him.

However, he didn't get carried away and still carried out the tasks assigned to him, but in a slightly different way.

His large number of allied forces allowed him to easily achieve a sweeping victory.

He didn't even need to do much; he just needed to watch from a high vantage point as the cursed spirits in the area were gradually cleared out.

As for arranging refuge for ordinary people, that can be left to those in charge of supervision, since the cursed spirits in this area are not a threat anyway.

What truly worries him are the sorcerers who have been exposed to flesh and those who have awakened their spells, but for some reason, he has not encountered any in this area so far.

Instead of searching, he surveyed the entire area to prepare for any potential crisis.

He was slightly taken aback when the sun suddenly rose in the darkness.

He knew, of course, that it was his best friend who had caused the commotion, but he just couldn't help but marvel at how exaggerated it was, as always.

The two of them were once known as the strongest, but then Gojo Satoru took a new step and left him behind, which made him feel unbalanced for a while.

But after experiencing so much and witnessing so many powerful enemies, he actually started to feel sorry for him.

Just like now, he has to carry everyone's hopes to face an enemy that no one wants to confront...

He eventually experienced some of the curse known as the "Strongest".

After this battle, find an opportunity to apologize to him.

In Shibuya, with Gojo Satoru and his companion about to return.

"Yes, it has been confirmed that the exorcism of Ryoumen Sukuna and his subordinate Rime has been completed, but Tōsō has not shown up..."

"...Yes...I understand. It's possible their target is 'Tianyuan.' I'll be there shortly..."

After hanging up the phone, Yue Ren looked at Gojo Satoru, who had dealt with a cursed spirit that had approached him.

"The principal asked you to go and support the others, to clear out the cursed spirits as much as possible. I'm going to find Lu Suo's whereabouts next."

"Oh, that's cruel. They just went through a big battle."

"..."

Seeing the guy looking so lifeless again, Yue Ren was speechless, but he still patiently continued.

"Then you go find it, and I'll clean it up?"

"Never mind, sigh, I'm destined to be a workaholic."

"Why did you make me do it?"

"..."

"Were we exposed?"

"You might not be that disgusting."

There must be a reason why he didn't execute Su Nuo; judging from his appearance, his brain was probably nearing its limit.

"Repairing 'Spell Fuse'" is a term that sorcerers cannot understand in a short time. It is similar to taking apart a blown engine and installing a new one, but in reality, it is even more dangerous.

The procedure involves removing the overloaded parts of the brain, allowing the brain to instantly repair itself using the positive energy of the "reversal procedure."

If it weren't for Gojo Satoru's experience in repairing the brain due to his constant need to maintain no limits, such an action would be no different from suicide.

Even so, performing such an operation carries enormous risks. Two consecutive repairs during intense combat were successful, but it was clear that the system had reached its limit.

Perhaps he only cleaned up the mess himself to avoid any trouble in the end.

Now, he's just using his eccentric behavior to cover up his weakness.

At first glance, it sounds quite pitiful, but...

"...So that's why, Yue Ren? Teacher, have you figured me out completely?"

Looking at Gojo Satoru's shy expression, Eshito felt like he was about to explode. He really couldn't take it anymore.

Okay, you want to play, right? I'll give you a big one.

A faint worry appeared on his face.

"Then let me take a look for you? Your skills are passed down from Master Shoko, so they should be trustworthy, right?"

"..."

Looking at Yue Ren, who expressed concern for him and whose hands were radiating positive energy, Gojo Satoru was somewhat unsure.

He felt there was something wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

However, it would be foolish not to use a reply that is free. Students should appreciate the hard work of teachers and accept it willingly.

Therefore, he removed the limitless 'untouchable' status.

"Be gentle, teacher, I'm very vulnerable right now."

"Of course, my dear teacher."

"......!!??"

That tone...she's really angry. That's bad!

Gojo tried to run, but it was too late; Echigo's hand was already on his shoulder.

"If you like playing, then I'll give you a 'limited edition skin' as a bonus. Consider it a thank you, Mr. Gojo!"

"Non-action transformation"

With the intervention of the soul interference technique, and due to uncontrollable circumstances, Gojo Satoru changed!

Her chest gradually swelled, her buttocks became more upturned, her face became more delicate, her waist became more slender... and her long hair flowed freely.

A few seconds later, Gojo Satoru transformed into "Gojo Dance".

Five insights into gender swapping have been achieved.

Looking at the beautiful woman with long, straight white hair in front of him, Yue Ren's lips curled into a smile.