I'm surrounded by devil sisters!

"You are Ryoumen Sukuna. Coincidentally, I have something to ask you. I hope you haven't lost your memory due to the damage to your soul."

Regardless of whether the other party was willing to answer or not, the boy spoke directly.

"Since you are a sorcerer from a thousand years ago, you should also know about the Onmyoji Abe Haruaki from a thousand years ago..."

"Shut up!"

As if some sensitive words were triggered, Ryomen Sukuna roared angrily, and the cursed power around him suddenly exploded and turned into a slashing attack, instantly cutting the surrounding ground into pieces.

But these cracks only spread to Huakaiyuan Fogui and stopped as if they had encountered an invisible wall.

"Look, he's in a hurry."

The boy shrugged.

"However, your reaction confirms my suspicions, especially your attitude when I mentioned Abe Haruaki. A thousand years ago, the Japanese shogunate recruited you into the Heian-kyo Palace as a tribute because they wanted you to side with humanity against Abe Haruaki, who had become the lord of demons and monsters. But... it seems you didn't win in the end?"

Ryomen Sukuna "..."

"It's not like he was beaten directly, right?"

Huakaiyuan Fogui couldn't help laughing out loud in an impolite manner.

Sometimes the best answer to some questions is no answer.

After a brief silence, Ryoumen Sukuna took a deep breath and exhaled.

"It's really unpleasant... After a thousand years, Onmyoji are still so annoying. It seems that the new generation of Onmyoji are particularly impolite..."

"How can a nouveau riche gangster like you have the right to say such things?" Hua Kaiyuan Fogui complained bluntly.

This time, Ryomen Sukuna did not reply, but he had already made hand seals with his hands, and the surging cold murderous intent was like a tide rushing towards him.

The first move is the ultimate move.

"The field is expanded, the demon is subdued and the chef is controlled."

Like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, a thick and strange cursed power ripples in the space of the living realm.

The scene of the original indoor swimming pool changed, turning into a vast, dark lake. The underwater water was so dark that even the sunlight shining in from above could not create any luster on the surface.

At the end of the inky lake, a red shrine with a huge mouth full of human teeth rose from the ground.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad..."

Huakaiyuan Fogui raised his eyebrows and started pointing.

"Well, although I have a bad impression of most sorcerers, I have to say that the cursed power used by sorcerers and the spiritual power (reiatsu) used by onmyoji, including magic power, are essentially the same thing. I think the scientific name is ether. It is a miracle created by the combination of physical and mental strength."

"As for this field... Hmm, I see. The principle is to fill the entire space with one's own magical energy so that one can activate the technique anytime, anywhere. However, such an open field seems to require a higher amount of magical energy, just like running the air conditioner with all the doors and windows open in the summer."

"While using even greater spiritual pressure to fight for sovereignty over a territory is one way to go, much like filling the entire Go board with your own pieces, there's actually a more convenient and environmentally friendly way, which is... to lock up the enemy sorcerer!"

Having said that, the boy snapped his fingers lightly.

"Ninety of the Broken Path, the Black Coffin."

As the young man finished his words, a huge black coffin suddenly rose from the ground in front of the shrine at the end of the Ink Lake. With a loud bang, the two Sukuna who had just expanded their domain were trapped inside.

Light blocking effect max

Sound insulation effect max

Signal shielding max

The six walls of the black coffin blocked the transmission of cursed energy. The cursed field, which was originally constructed by cursed energy, lost control of its source. Together with the shrine behind the black coffin, it quickly decomposed and collapsed and dissipated into the air.

The field that was said to be learned by only the top sorcerers was shattered in front of Hanakaiin Buddhagui in less than a second. It was as simple as covering a fly that could not fly with a disposable paper cup.

As the domain dissipated, the sense of space that had been stretched further away by the cursed power returned to normal.

Huakaiyuan Fogui raised his hand and knocked gently on the outer wall of the black coffin, without caring whether the two Sukuna inside could hear it or not.

"Just calm down inside for a while~"

After saying that, he turned and looked to the other side.

It was at the west end of the indoor swimming pool. A kendo girl holding a katana was still fighting with a four-eyed special-grade cursed spirit.

clang!

Accompanied by a loud sound of metal clashing in the open space, the Cursed Child Dai Tian punched the blade and knocked Busujima Saeko back several meters.

"Huh...huh..."

After landing and regrouping, the kendo girl gasped for breath, cold sweat running down her face.

As a first-class sorcerer, she is not as embarrassed as Yuji Itadori and Megumi Fushiguro when facing special-grade cursed spirits, but it is definitely not easy either.

The battle between humans and cursed spirits is a life-or-death struggle. Busujima Saeko believes that she is not strong enough to be compared with Gojo Satoru in terms of external skills. To deal with a newly born special-grade cursed spirit is enough for her to fight for her life.

But if her life is at stake, she must continue to increase the output power of her cursed energy.

But if that happens, she will...

Holding the unsheathed samurai sword tightly in her hand, Busujima Saeko bit her lower lip lightly.

"How's it going, Senior? Are you done? It's almost time to go~"

The kendo girl's inner struggle had just begun when the boy's voice from behind interrupted her thoughts.

Hanakaiin Fukui, who had easily killed Ryomen Sukuna, walked up slowly from behind with his hands in his pockets and stopped beside Busujima Saeko, ignoring the cursed child Dai Tendō who was still filled with abundant cursed power not far away.

"By the way, how are you planning to go back later, Busujima-senpai? If there's no convenient transportation, I can help give you a ride."

"Well, that's not necessary. I have to report back to the Jujutsu High School later, so a special car will come to pick me up..."

Busujima Saeko answered subconsciously.

However, the Curse Spirit also has self-esteem. Seeing that the two ignored him and just chatted among themselves, the expression on the extremely ugly face of the Curse Child Dai Tian changed from excitement to astonishment, and finally to complete hideous anger.

"scare--!"

It suddenly let out an inhuman scream, then pushed off the ground with its legs and swung its claws towards the position where Hanakaiin Fukui and Busujima Saeko were.

However, its fate was already doomed.

boom!

Accompanied by a loud noise that shook even the ground beneath his feet, in the blink of an eye, the Cursed Child Dai Tian, ​​who had been sprinting forward at an extremely fast speed just a moment ago, flew back at an even faster speed, with a big hole in his chest, and the purple-black blood of the Cursed Spirit scattered like reed flowers along the way.

Huakaiyuan Fogui clenched his left fist and raised his arm horizontally, maintaining the posture of finishing a punch, and there was already something extra in his hand.

That was Sukuna's finger that was dug out from the hole in the chest of the cursed baby Dai Tian, ​​and it was also its "heart".

The kendo girl opened her mouth slightly.

Without any cursed energy… oh no, in Onmyoji terms, it should be called spiritual energy fluctuation. With just pure physical strength, he killed a special-grade cursed spirit in one blow?!

Without waiting for Busujima Saeko to express her gratitude, Hanakaiin Fukui threw his finger over.

"Okay, that's it. We can have the special car come pick us up."

Chapter 13 The World is a Huge Makeshift Team

Although flying back directly would be a simpler and more convenient means of transportation, Hanakaiin Buddhagui doesn't mind occasionally enjoying the special car pick-up service provided by the Jujutsu Association.

Two minutes later, three people were sitting side by side on the steps at the main entrance of the juvenile detention center, and one person was lying flat on his back.

Hanakaiin Fukukai and Busujima Saeko sat together. Itadori Yuji, who had previously handed over control of his body to Ryomen Sukuna, seemed to have fallen into a coma due to excessive physical exhaustion. Now Fushiguro Megumi is responsible for taking care of him.

The sun sets below the horizon and the sky gradually darkens.

In the pleasant evening breeze, Hanakaiin Fukui turned his head and glanced at Yuji Itadori who still had his eyes closed beside him.

"I originally wanted to keep him in the black coffin for a while longer, but now that the lines on his face have disappeared, that should mean he's freed from the possession, right?"

"Ah, that's right."

Fushiguro Megumi responded indifferently.

According to the original plan, he had intended to send a secret signal to Yuji Itadori immediately after handing over the seriously injured Nobara Kugisaki to Mr. Ijichi, and then rush back to the battlefield to help. However, he did not expect that as soon as he rushed back to the juvenile detention center after sending the secret signal, he found that the living field in the juvenile detention center had been lifted. Then, Senior Busujima and the guy next to him walked out carrying a large black coffin.

Also brought out were the unconscious Yuji Itadori and Sukuna's finger.

Although it is still unclear where this guy came from, it is obvious that the big black coffin is his magic formula.

And since he was able to easily suppress Sukuna with two fingers, his strength must be at least special grade... or even above that.

"But don't worry too much. It seems that Yuji-san has the ability to completely suppress Sukuna."

Seeing what the boy was thinking, Busujima Saeko took the initiative to explain.

But in the second half of the sentence, she suddenly lowered her voice.

"So the current plan of the Jujutsu Association's top brass is to use the special physique of Itadori-san as a container to collect Sukuna's fingers. After collecting all twenty fingers, they will execute Itadori-san and kill the Sukuna in his body along with him."

"Huh? Why?"

Huakaiyuan Fogui twitched his lips.

"I'm curious what arguments supported their ultimate conclusion. Did they come up with it on the spur of the moment? Or did they just come up with it on the spur of the moment?"

"……What's the meaning?"

The kendo girl asked after hesitating for a moment.

"It's very simple."

Huakaiyuan Fogui raised his thumb and pointed at the Youth Hall behind him.

"The bald special-grade cursed spirit we just dealt with in there had a Sukuna finger in its body. It was not only able to suppress Sukuna's consciousness but also to utilize the power of Sukuna's finger in turn. Now that it is dead, the finger still remains intact, isn't it?"

"..."

"..."

It's a rather tricky angle, yet so straightforward that it's completely impossible to refute.

Yuji Itadori can suppress Sukuna's consciousness, but the special-grade cursed spirit can also do so. The special-grade cursed spirit can even call upon the power of Sukuna's finger in turn. This alone is enough to show that it is more suitable to be the carrier of Sukuna's finger than Yuji Itadori.

To put it bluntly, the reason why the Jujutsu Association chose Yuji Itadori as the carrier was purely because they saw that he was unable to call upon the power of Sukuna's fingers. Let alone eating one or two, even if he ate all twenty, he would still be just a slightly stronger athlete. It would be very convenient to execute him at that time and he would not be able to resist at all.

But who can guarantee that after Yuji Itadori is executed, Ryomen Sukuna in his body will also die? That is another matter.

Especially since this decision was made by a vote of the association's top management. In the words of legendary British Prime Minister Jim Hackney - if everyone is responsible together, then no one is responsible. This is democracy.

Busujima Saeko and Fushiguro Megumi obviously realized this, and they fell silent at the same time.

Hanakaiin Fukui coughed lightly and changed the subject. "By the way, when that Ijichi called you, Busujima-senpai, I remember saying they were targeting a special-grade cursed spirit. Since they knew it was a special-grade cursed spirit, why didn't they send out a special-skilled sorcerer? What about the 'strongest' one from the Gojo family?"

"Gojo-sensei is on a business trip."

Megumi Fushiguro's voice came from the other side of the boy.

"Although normally a sorcerer of the same level as the target cursed spirit would be assigned to accompany the mission, Gojo-sensei suddenly received an emergency mission at noon today. It was reported that a first-level sorcerer had gone missing during the mission, so the association assigned Gojo-sensei to help."

A first-class sorcerer was missing? So they asked a special-class sorcerer to help? And then left a group of students to face the special-class curse spirit alone?

Huakaiyuan Fogui's head suddenly buzzed and he felt that he was gradually beginning to understand everything.

"This is really... a shitty, makeshift group."

This is a very simple truth. There are only a few special-grade sorcerers, especially those who specialize in combat like Gojo Satoru, who are even fewer.

Finding the missing first-level sorcerer was important, but what about the students sent on this mission? Aren't they also important?

To put it bluntly, if he hadn't been here today, that Special Grade Gojo would have come to the juvenile detention center to look for the three missing students after finding the missing first-level sorcerer.

Instead of assigning appropriate personnel to corresponding tasks, the main force that should have performed the corresponding tasks was asked to fill the previous holes. This behavior then led to new holes that needed to be filled later. This would definitely be a vicious cycle if it continued for a long time.

What's even more stupid is that you can happily accept such an arrangement. Then why are you still a special-grade sorcerer, Gojo Satoru? You might as well report to a funeral home. I guarantee that you will be promoted to a special-grade corpse carrier within a year.

The only difference is that the latter moves the bodies of strangers, while the former moves the bodies of their own students and juniors.

Letting a makeshift team command a group of ordinary people who should have lived ordinary lives but accidentally awakened their powers and disrupted their destiny to carry out those deadly tasks, what is the difference between this and letting young soldiers strap explosives to their bodies and launch a human charge towards the enemy's steel torrent on the battlefield?

Simply...

"That's why I can't stand sorcerers..."

Huakaiyuan Fogui lowered his voice and smacked his lips softly so that only he could hear it.

Just at this moment, another evening breeze blew by, and car lights shone in from outside the large iron gate of the wall in front of the juvenile detention center, and then a black car stopped at the door.

Looking inside through the car window, I saw a slightly skinny, office-slacker-looking man sitting in the driver's seat, wearing the uniform of the Jujutsu Association.