Curse Returns: Eight Extraordinary Skills? I lack nothing.

“Weakness doesn’t mean the absence of threat,” Gojo Satoru continued. “It’s like a cunning fox, weak and vulnerable, yet powerful and cunning. It ...

"The Pale Knight's silence is also unusual. He disappeared from Switzerland and has not been seen anywhere since. You said before that he was building an army and needed the mortal world and hunting sorcerers to supplement his fighting strength, but it is unreasonable for him to be missing for more than a month."

Yuuto leaned back in his chair, not responding, his mind racing with all the intelligence he had gathered over the past two weeks.

In Kyoto, there was absolutely no trace of the Cursed Spirit Alliance. Their base was completely shielded by a barrier, and the scout Cursed Spirits sent out either couldn't find the entrance or, even if they did, couldn't get in.

了鞯慕峤缡趿，淞Χ寄芨艟，遣幽诓看蚩，裨蛲饷娴娜擞涝墩也坏健�

Gojo Satoru put down his pen, pulled a map of Japan from his drawer, and spread it on the table. It had over a dozen circles drawn on it in red. "The Tengen Barrier covers the entire Japanese mainland, except for Hokkaido. [The map is] completely blocked by the Japanese army!"

Yuuto looked at the map. Each red circle was marked with a date and coordinates, indicating all the possible locations where the Cursed Spirit Alliance might be hiding.

He had stayed in Kyoto for so long and investigated several places, but to no avail.

“I need someone who can open a breach from the inside,” Yuuto said.

Gojo Satoru looked up. "Do you have a suitable candidate?"

Yu Ren shook his head. It's not that there aren't any, it's that there aren't any suitable ones.

It's either a lack of trust or complete ignorance of barrier techniques. This kind of task cannot be rashly entrusted to unfamiliar people; it can only be undertaken under the absolute certainty of success.

Gojo Satoru didn't press the matter further, and rolled up the map again, stuffing it back into the drawer. "Let's leave this for now. But..."

He paused for a moment, then turned to look out the window. The moonlight shone on his face, casting an inhuman chill on his pale blue eyes.

"Yuren, have you ever thought about this? You've already ruined your life, haven't you? You're just a nobody!"

Yuuto remained silent for a moment.

Of course he had thought about it.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

After leaving the administration building, Youren didn't go back to his residence. He walked along the stone path, and as he passed the dormitory area, he looked up at the second-floor window.

The light in Shunping's room was still on, and the curtains weren't fully drawn. You could see him sitting at the table, head down, writing something.

The light in Cane's room was off; he was probably asleep. Wild Rose's room light was on, but the curtains were drawn tightly, obscuring the view inside.

Yu Ren didn't stop, but continued walking forward, passing through the bamboo forest, and arriving at the deepest forbidden area of ​​the college.

It was an old building surrounded by layers of barriers, with vines climbing the outer walls, windows welded shut with iron bars, and the sealing talismans on the door yellowed and brittle, but the power of the spell was still flowing.

The sorcerer guarding the area emerged from the shadows, saw that it was Yuuto, bowed slightly, and then retreated.

Yuuto pushed open the door.

Inside the building was a space filled with talismans and seals, with the finger he had taken from Huoya's head placed at the deepest part.

The dark red patterns were faintly visible under the light of the sealing talisman, and the oppressive feeling was even stronger than before.

This is not a good sign.

Su Nuo's fingers attract cursed spirits, induce mutations, and create one super-grade cursed spirit after another.

This kind of thing will continue to happen if it's not completely resolved.

But he couldn't hand that finger to Hojo. It wasn't a lack of trust, but rather that he couldn't feed it so quickly.

Sukuna within Typhon's body has only just awakened, and her consciousness is not yet fully stable. Feeding her a second one at this time would be like igniting a bomb within Typhon's body that could explode at any moment.

He can't take that risk.

Yuuto put his finger back in its place and turned to leave.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Yuuto stood at the edge of the training field, watching Itajiro swing a wooden sword by himself.

No one asked him to practice extra; he came on his own. Huzhang's swordsmanship wasn't exactly exquisite, but every strike was heavy and steady, exuding an almost stubborn steadiness.

Yuuto didn't go over; he just stood in the shadow of the bamboo grove, watching the sunlight slowly climb onto the training field, past Kojima's shoes, knees, and waist, finally illuminating his face.

Itadori sheathed his sword, turned around, and called out in Yuuto's direction, "Good morning, Mr. Kasuga!"

Yuuto emerged from the shadows.

"Practicing alone?"

"Hmm!" Itadori nodded. "Master Kusakabe said my swordsmanship fundamentals are too weak, and told me to practice swinging my sword more. I figured I couldn't sleep anyway, so I came to give it a try."

Yuuto glanced at Itadori's hand holding the sword; there were thick calluses on the web of his hand, left over from sword practice.

Kusakabe, that old fox, has a sharp eye; he spotted Itajō's weakness at a glance.

His physical fitness and reaction time are top-notch, but his technique is too rough; he relies entirely on his talent.

This is sufficient when dealing with ordinary cursed spirits, but when facing a real enemy, relying solely on instinct will not get you far.

“Continue,” Yuuto said.

Itadori turned around and continued swinging his sword.

Yuuto leaned against the edge of the bamboo forest, watching him repeat the most basic movements over and over again.

Horizontal slash, sheath the sword. Vertical slash, sheath the sword.

He slashed diagonally and then sheathed his sword. His movements were still quite clumsy; he couldn't control the force of the sheathing motion well, and each time he sheathed his sword, his body would lean forward, making him unstable.

Kusakabe must have mentioned this issue, but habits can't be changed overnight.

Haddō swung his sword dozens more times, sweat dripping down his chin and onto the ground, quickly evaporating in the morning breeze. His breathing became rapid, but his movements remained fluid.

Yuuto suddenly spoke up: "Kudoshin."

Hadana stopped what she was doing and turned around. "Has there been any movement from the Su Nu within you lately?"

Huzhang paused for a moment. "No, he just sat there, very quiet."

Yuuto nodded. Itajimaru didn't ask any further questions, and turned back to continue swinging his sword.

The morning light completely bathed the training ground.

Other new students arrived one after another.

Shunping walked in with his schoolbag on his back, stood by the training ground for a while, watching Itajō swing his sword, then took out his own wooden sword from his schoolbag, walked to the other side of the training ground, and began to practice as well.

His movements were more refined than Haddock's, but his strength was significantly weaker.

Wild Rose sat on the steps and emptied the nails from her pocket, counting them one by one.

Fushiguro Megumi stood at the edge of the training ground, holding the sword in her hand, not drawing it, her gaze fixed on Itadori, seemingly looking at something.

Kusakabe walked in from outside the training field, yawning, his mouth drooping, his face full of reluctance.

Dongtang followed behind him, striding in. He saw that Huzhang was already practicing and nodded in satisfaction.

Maki was the last to arrive.

She didn't bring her fire starter today, but instead used an ordinary wooden sword. Her low ponytail was tied tightly, revealing her entire face.

Kusakabe glanced at Maki, then turned to the new students.

"Today's training will focus on physical fitness and basic skills." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the four of them. "Itadari, you'll practice physical techniques with Toudou. Fushiguro, you'll practice swordsmanship with Maki. Junpei, you'll team up with Nobara and practice basic swordsmanship sparring."

They dispersed.

Itajimaru walked towards Toudou. Toudou looked at Itajimaru, a grin spreading across his face. "Physical techniques. What are you strongest in?"

"fist."

Dongtang took off his coat and draped it on the steps, then stretched his wrists. "Then I'll use my fists."

Their fists collided with a dull thud.

Tiger Staff was knocked back two steps, while East Hall remained completely still.

Dongtang's physical skills not only surpassed his strength and speed, but also completely overwhelmed him with technique.

Megumi Fushiguro stood on the other side of the training ground, while Maki held her wooden sword horizontally in front of her, saying nothing more.

"Draw your sword."

Megumi Fushiguro gripped the hilt of the sword. As the blade was drawn, Maki's sword was already upon her. It was just a very basic move, yet it carried an elusive sense of oppression.

Fushiguro Megumi was forced to retreat. She was at a disadvantage in their first exchange. Maki did not pursue, but stood still, her wooden sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Again." Her face, hidden behind goggles, remained expressionless.

Shunping and Wild Rose are practicing together.

Wild Rose's strength far surpasses Shunping's; each strike carries a fierce and powerful momentum, putting Shunping at a disadvantage.

Unable to withstand Wild Rose's attacks, he simply stopped blocking and chose to avoid direct confrontation, instead using hit-and-run tactics to find openings for a counterattack. Wild Rose became somewhat irritated by this fighting style; every strike she made landed on thin air, the force she exerted was irretrievable, and her center of gravity became unstable.

"Why are you always hiding!" Wild Rose couldn't help but shout.

Shunping didn't answer. His blade thrust out from the side, striking the back of Wild Rose's knife. Wild Rose's knife was deflected, and she stumbled. By the time she regained her balance and looked up, Shunping had already retreated.

Kusakabe stood not far away watching all this, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

Chapter 129 Heading to Europe

Megumi Fushiguro stood on the other side of the training ground, while Maki held her wooden sword horizontally in front of her, saying nothing more.

"Draw your sword."

Megumi Fushiguro gripped the hilt of the sword. As the blade was drawn, Maki's sword was already upon her. It was just a very basic move, yet it carried an elusive sense of oppression.

Fushiguro Megumi was forced to retreat. She was at a disadvantage in their first exchange. Maki did not pursue, but stood still, her wooden sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

"Again." Her face, hidden behind goggles, remained expressionless.

Shunping and Wild Rose are practicing together.

Wild Rose's strength far surpasses Shunping's; each strike carries a fierce and powerful momentum, putting Shunping at a disadvantage.

Unable to withstand Wild Rose's attacks, he simply stopped blocking and chose to avoid direct confrontation, instead using hit-and-run tactics to find openings for a counterattack. Wild Rose became somewhat irritated by this fighting style; every strike she made landed on thin air, the force she exerted was irretrievable, and her center of gravity became unstable.

"Why are you always hiding!" Wild Rose couldn't help but shout.

Shunping didn't answer. His blade thrust out from the side, striking the back of Wild Rose's knife. Wild Rose's knife was deflected, and she stumbled. By the time she regained her balance and looked up, Shunping had already retreated.

Kusakabe stood not far away watching all this, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.