Curse Return: Swordsmith Start

The unusual sense of oppression made Uruko feel as if she were carrying a thousand-pound boulder on her back. Although the other party had no eyes, she had a very obvious feeling of being locked on, as if she were being pricked by needles.

The aura emanating from this thing made her tremble... What exactly is this thing? Is it really just a shikigami?

These days, kids can summon things like this so easily? That's really strange.

Uruko was unfamiliar with the ten types of shadow magic, and naturally knew nothing about Moxu Luo, but the aura emanating from him and the sense of crisis within him told her to stay away from this guy.

"I see, it is indeed very oppressive."

Yi Gu smiled as he looked at the tall Demon Void Luo beside him. This thing was in no way inferior to his "Rika," and it possessed that special technique. If he were to fight Fukuro-kun, it would be a protracted battle, a situation he absolutely did not want to encounter.

However, as an allied force, Bone Mage is quite reassuring.

The joy of fighting alongside his comrades flowed through his heart, so much so that he couldn't help but shout it out with shining eyes.

"Let's go!!"

"Yes, senior!"

"Hahaha, come on, let's continue our revelry!"

Seeing the already 'burning' Yi Gu, Shi Liulong was also very excited. Moreover, the new boy had attracted that disgusting woman away, so no one would bother them anymore. That was great.

The earth was shattered by the enormous impact, and Uru-Henko took a step back in the face of the charging Moxu Luo.

With both hands outstretched and fingers spread, it's as if they're playing an invisible piano.

Her fingertips gleamed with a faint white light, a cool color reflected from the space as it twisted at her fingertips, like the reflection on the surface of water.

The outline of Mo Xuluo was reflected in her amber pupils. Facing the monster's outstretched hand, she inserted her hands into the space in front of her and then pulled them apart.

Space was like a piece of cloth being torn at will, and Mo Xuluo's fist was shifted by the distorted space, appearing to be deformed and elongated.

It's as if the object has suddenly turned into a rubber man, but the attack can't make contact with the opponent like Luffy's attacks; it can only be brushed past as if it encountered lubricant.

Fu Heihui raised an eyebrow.

So that's what tearing space means? Indeed, ordinary physical attacks are unlikely to be effective in this situation. Apart from someone like Mo Xu Luo who has special abilities, the only way to effectively damage her is probably through the "Domain," a sorcerer's ultimate technique.

No wonder Senior Yi Gu sent him to deal with her. In that case, he should take care of her before she understands Mo Xu Luo's spell.

Without further hesitation, Fukuro made a shadow gesture with his hands, and "Piercing Bull" appeared.

Go!

The massive bull-shaped shikigami was released by Fukuro, and with an aura of destruction, it rushed towards Uruhiko, but was easily dodged by her.

Just as Urugako was overjoyed, the "Kuan Niu" at the edge of her vision circled back and launched another attack on her, its momentum, strength, and speed constantly increasing.

Urugako instantly understood the shikigami's special ability, and her expression gradually turned gloomy.

Does this thing gradually increase its speed and power if you don't stop it? Tch, disgusting mechanism...

The opponent had calculated that her technique generally wouldn't cause harm, and that the impact of "Piercing Bull" could only be dodged or guided.

Of course, Uruko knew what this meant. The boy was quite skilled in combat, finding a way to restrain her in such a short time. He used a Demon Void to entangle her, and then used another one that became more troublesome the longer it took, clearly intending to distract her.

But you're oversimplifying things, kid.

Faced with the double attack of "Guan Niu" and "Mo Xu Luo", Uru Hengzi distorted space, twisted the space where "Guan Niu" was located and threw it to "Mo Xu Luo". As expected, the latter was knocked away by the power that "Guan Niu" had accumulated.

Fuhei remained completely calm, continuing to control the two shikigami to attack, and even occasionally taking out the longbow designed by the Yue people to provide ranged support.

With the Demon Lord biting and a "Piercing Bull" distracting her by "covering the sniper," she just needed to get through the first round.

On the other side, Uruhiko's expression gradually became serious.

Miscalculated.

This brat is quite powerful. Two shikigami tightly bound her, and she wanted to get close to her master, Fukuro, to behead him. However, Moxu Luo was biting her hard, and she couldn't create distance for a while.

That brat is such a pain!

Since that's the case, let's take down this shikigami first.

"Umori Rakan"

Facing the Demon Void Luo who once again unleashed a punch at him.

Uruhiko clenched her fists and tore at the space with all her might.

Cracks spread from her fingertips, not in straight lines, but jagged, like a piece of glass shattering at a single point. The cracks spread toward Mo Xu Luo at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The next moment, space shattered, and Mo Xuluo, covered in wounds, was thrown away.

This "Ushura Bullet" was completely absorbed by the Demon Lord.

Uruhiko's face lit up with joy; one was taken care of.

He spun around, twisting space to dodge the rampaging "Piercing Bull" attack, and immediately attacked Fushiguro Megumi.

He dodged several more shadow arrows in succession.

but--

At the edge of her vision, Fushiguro Megumi's face, which was gradually enlarging and ready for battle, revealed a triumphant smile.

not good!

Uruko realized the problem, but it was too late.

Behind her, the demon Xu Luo, whose body had doubled in size and resembled a god, reached out with one hand to grab the rude woman who was trying to harm its master.

Uruko's hands pressed down sharply. The space in front of her was like a wrung-out rag, which she pulled, squeezed, and folded from all directions at the same time, trying to knock Moxu Luo away again.

However, reality was clearly not what Uruko had imagined.

After being distorted by several attacks, and having taken a hit from the "Ushura Bullet", the Dharma Wheel above Moxu Luo's head has gradually adapted to the spatial magic of Uru Kenko.

With a slap, Uruhiro Keiko, who was trying to approach Fushiguro Megumi, was sent flying. Her body embedded itself in a nearby building like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After the vaccine, Uruko Reappeared, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers were trembling, from the fingertips to the base of the fingers, from the base of the fingers to the palm, and from the palm to the wrist; her entire arm was shaking.

"you--"

She looked at Mo Xuluo, at the monster that was still adapting, still evolving, still slowly driving her to the brink of despair, her expression ferocious and crazed.

"What exactly are you?"

Moxu Luo did not answer, but continued to approach her, causing Wulu Hengzi's fear to accumulate.

"Don't come any closer!"

Yi Gu withdrew his gaze.

Fukuro has stabilized the situation, and Moxu Luo's adaptation has already covered most of Wulu Hengzi's methods; the rest is just a matter of time.

So what needs to be done is quite simple: eliminate the enemy in front of him before that happens, or the senior's image might be tarnished.

Chiyoda——

The level one sorcerer in charge of this area was Nanami. He released his senses and clearly detected traces of battle and familiar spell power.

Gojo Satoru smiled slightly and once again dashed towards the scene of the incident.

He was somewhat looking forward to his upcoming meeting with Nanami.

The streets of Chiyoda are quieter than those of Ikebukuro.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and the earthy stench of rain-soaked soil. The unpleasant odors carried on the wind, causing him to frown slightly.

Her long hair was blown by the wind, and the ends brushed against her cheeks, making them tickle.

She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, a very natural movement, so natural that she didn't even realize it herself; she had never done this before.

By the time she saw the figure, the battle was already over.

Qi Haijian leaned against a crooked lamppost, took off his glasses and held them in his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand, as if he had just finished reading a headache-inducing financial statement.

He had taken off his suit jacket and draped it over the crossarm of a lamppost. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing several scabbed wounds on his forearms. At his feet lay the remains of several cursed spirits, slowly turning into black smoke.

There were several young sorcerers around, some sitting on the ground panting, others squatting by the roadside retching. The intense battle had made them less vigilant, and coupled with Gojo Satoru's own powerful concealment ability, like Itadori and the others, no one noticed Gojo Satoru's arrival.

Having already figured out what would happen next, she cleared her throat, her voice slightly higher and softer than usual, carrying a touch of the nonchalant sweetness unique to young girls.

"Excuse me—do you need any help here?"

Nanami stopped. He didn't open his eyes immediately. He put on his glasses, his right hand secretly reaching for his weapon, while turning his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

The next moment, after seeing who it was, their guard was lowered.

A woman with white hair.

The surrounding young sorcerers were somewhat at a loss, and they all subconsciously looked at Nanami. They didn't know what was going on with this beautiful woman who had suddenly appeared.

"Hello--"

Gojo Satoru took a step forward, a carefully rehearsed smile playing on his lips, a smile that was seven parts gentleness and three parts shyness.

With the anticipation of our first encounter.

"I am Gojo Satoru's younger sister, Gojo—"

"Mr. Gojo, now is not the time for jokes like this."

Nanami interrupted her. Her voice wasn't loud, but it struck Gojo Satoru's heart like a heavy hammer.

Gojo Satoru's smile froze.

"You don't have a sister who doesn't exist. Since you still have the mood to 'play' with me, then please double-check if there are any suspicious people around. We've already reached our limit."

Gojo Satoru stood there, like a tree struck by lightning. The smile on her lips was still there, but the smile was dead; only her muscles were still executing their last commands.

She pulled her hand out of her pocket, unsure where to put it, then stuffed it back in. Her long hair was blown by the wind, stinging her face; she reached up to brush it away, her fingers trembling.

"Nanami." Her voice returned to its original tone, but with a hint of "okay, I give up."

"Um."

"You...know it's me...?"

Nanami was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"I see. Haven't you checked your phone lately? Everything about your contact with Huzhang and the others, as well as the photos you took, is already in the group chat."

As she spoke, Nanami took her suit jacket off the lamppost, pulled out her phone from the inner pocket, turned on the screen, flipped through a few pages, turned the phone around so that the screen was facing Gojo Satoru, and there was a photo of her on it.

Gojo Satoru's body was trembling, but his powerful eyesight allowed him to see clearly.

On the screen was a photograph—herself, leaning against a broken wall, long hair cascading over her shoulders, her posture as languid as a cat sunbathing. Mustang stood beside her, his body stiff as a wooden stake, his lips twitching, managing a smile that was more like a grimace.

The photo's title is "".

From: Yoshino Junpei. Time: 47 minutes ago.

Yoshino, you're dead!

Gojo Satoru's pupils trembled, her fingers shook, and her lips quivered.

He took Nanami's phone at the speed of light and swiped up.

One photo after another: selfies with Kugizaki, photos of her hooking her arm around Itadori's, a candid shot of her profile as she reached out to ruffle Kugizaki's hair, and a low-angle candid shot taken by Junpei as she tucked her hair behind her ear—that photo was titled "Gojo-sensei is so beautiful ahhhh."

She saw Xia Youjie's reply: "Wu... what's wrong with you? Don't scare me...? Σ_(???」∠)"

Then I saw Kawasaki Koshito's reply: "He's not dressed as a woman, he is a woman now. I did it to teach him a lesson. I didn't expect him to enjoy it so much. He even went to change into a woman's outfit." He added a thumbs-up emoji.

"..."

Finally, Gojo Satoru returned the phone to Nanami.

Then she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Nanami."

"Um."

"I want to destroy this meaningless world now. What do you think?"

"Please don't do that, we're still up there."

Nanami spoke with her most sincere tone, though it sounded no different from usual.

"Then tell me, what am I supposed to do now?! Nothing else matters anymore, right now, I just want to die!! Damn it!!"

"I can no longer survive on this planet ヽ(≧□≦)ノ!!!"

Gojo Satoru broke down. The happier he was before, the more ashamed and desperate he felt now. The overwhelming negative emotions were almost overflowing from his body and becoming tangible.

Watching Gojo Satoru kneel on the ground and frantically pound the ground, Nanami Kento, filled with uncontrollable joy, still maintained a serious expression.

"If you want to die, please wait until after the war. For now, please pull yourself together. If you need rest, please stay with us for a while..."

Nanami's idea was simple: since she didn't want to fight right now, it didn't matter. With her there, they could rest in peace, recover their magical power, and then continue the cleanup.

"No, I'm too ashamed to face anyone right now... You guys rest, I'll go check on things."

Looking at Gojo Satoru's lonely figure, Nanami felt a pang of sympathy, but then he thought that if he hadn't known about Gojo Satoru's situation beforehand, he would probably be the one being played now.

So, to hell with all that sympathy.