An incredibly violent surge of cursed energy exploded into the night sky over Jujutsu High!
Countless black residual dregs coalesced into a physical whirlwind, tossing the surrounding trees every which way.
Suguru Geto stood in the center of the school field, his eyes blood-shot, looking like an Asura that had just crawled out of hell.
Behind him, a massive Special Grade Imaginary Vengeful Spirit, radiating a suffocating pressure, slowly emerged from the shadows with a deafening roar!
"Suguru, where do you think you're going?"
A voice, somewhat lazy yet carrying absolute pressure, rang out from mid-air.
Satoru Gojo hovered in front of Suguru Geto, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
His sunglasses slipped slightly, revealing those Six Eyes as deep and infinite as the sky.
"Move, Satoru."
Suguru Geto's voice was horrifyingly hoarse, sounding like two pieces of rough sandpaper grinding together.
"I'm going to the General Headquarters."
"I'm going to drag those immortal rotten oranges out of their foul-smelling chairs one by one."
"And then I'll mince them to feed my cursed spirits!"
Hearing this, Satoru Gojo didn't stop him; instead, his lips curled into an incredibly arrogant arc.
"Oh? Sounds like a good proposal."
Satoru Gojo slowly descended to the ground, his knuckles cracking loudly.
"Those old farts have indeed been comfortable for too long, even daring to scheme against my students. I was just thinking about going and giving them a piece of my mind."
The two strongest Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers of this era had, in this moment, reached a rare consensus!
They were going to wash the General Headquarters in blood!
This terrifying killing intent even caused Masamichi Yaga, miles away, to feel a jolt of heart palpitations.
"If you want Kenjaku's plot to succeed, and if you want Haibara and the others to face even crazier retaliation in the future, then by all means, go."
Just as the two were about to set off...
A weak but undeniably authoritative voice came from the edge of the field.
Yoru, dressed in baggy hospital scrubs, leaned against a tree trunk, his face pale.
He still held Shiranui in his hand; though his body was weak, his dark red eyes were perfectly clear.
"Yoru? Why are you out here! Your body hasn't recovered yet!"
Satoru Gojo frowned and immediately teleported over to support him.
Suguru Geto also suppressed his aura and stepped forward quickly.
"Yoru, stay out of this. Someone has to pay the price for this!"
"A price must be paid, but not in such a foolish way!"
Yoru pushed away Satoru Gojo's hand and forced himself to stand straight.
He stared intently into Suguru Geto's eyes and scolded him without reservation:
"What would killing them right now change?"
"The General Headquarters isn't just a few people; it's a system that has been rotting for a thousand years! You kill one batch of rotten oranges, and tomorrow a new batch will take their place!"
"And by doing this, you're playing right into the higher-ups' hands! They'll have a legitimate reason to label you a deserting curse user, and might even force Satoru to kill you!"
Yoru's words were like ice water poured over Suguru Geto's head.
"Then what should we do?! Are we supposed to just stand by and watch them use students as cannon fodder?!"
Suguru Geto roared in anger.
"If you truly want to protect them, you need to be more cunning than the higher-ups and more insidious than Kenjaku."
Yoru took a deep breath and lowered his voice.
"Keep this debt in mind for now. Soon, I will give you the opportunity to completely flip the chessboard."
Looking at the conviction in Yoru's eyes, the madness in Suguru Geto's finally began to fade.
He closed his eyes in pain and waved away the Special Grade cursed spirit behind him.
A storm that nearly sparked a civil war in the jujutsu world was forcibly suppressed by Yoru.
However, the malice of fate always loves to strike its fatal blow when a person is at their most vulnerable.
A few days later.
The General Headquarters issued another mission.
This time, Suguru Geto was assigned to a remote village to handle a so-called spiriting away incident.
The mission briefing described it nonchalantly as just the work of ordinary low-grade cursed spirits.
But Yoru, having just experienced the Land Deity incident, felt his pupils contract the moment he saw the location.
The name of that village...
It was the very cursed land where, in the original story, Suguru Geto completely turned to the dark side, massacred one hundred and twelve villagers, and adopted Nanako and Mimiko!
*'I can't let Suguru go alone!'*
Yoru didn't even have time to change out of his hospital scrubs. He grabbed Shiranui, forcibly suppressed his unhealed injuries, and followed immediately.
The remote village.
It was as if this place and bustling Tokyo were two different worlds.
Backward, ignorant, and closed-off.
The air was thick with the nauseating stench of animal waste and heavy negative emotions.
When Suguru Geto walked into the village, he didn't see the so-called rampage of cursed spirits. Instead, he saw something uglier and more disgusting than any curse: the human heart!
In front of a dilapidated wooden hut.
A massive iron cage, intended for livestock, was placed prominently in the center of the yard.
And inside that foul-smelling cage...
It wasn't a beast being held inside, but emaciated girls!
Nanako, Mimiko!
They huddled in the corner like frightened kittens, their eyes so vacant and dull it seemed they had completely despaired of the world.
Outside the cage...
A crowd of hideous-looking villagers was frantically throwing stones and rotten vegetables at the girls in the cage.
"Beat these two monsters to death!"
"They're the ones who brought the curse! They killed the village chief!"
"Burn them! Burn these two ominous bastards!"
The villagers' faces were distorted with rage as they cursed with the most venomous words.
An old woman even raised her cane and shoved it through the gaps in the cage, stabbing Mimiko in the thigh; blood immediately began to flow.
"Aaaagh!"
The girl let out a shrill, piercing scream.
Boom—!!!
At this moment.
The string of reason in Suguru Geto's mind snapped completely!
What was he seeing?
The weaklings he had fought so hard to protect—even watching his juniors sustain near-fatal injuries for them—were doing things a hundred times more malicious than any cursed spirit!
"These monkeys..."
Suguru Geto lowered his head, his bangs obscuring his eyes, making his expression unreadable.
But a terrifying torrent of black cursed energy erupted from his body like a tsunami!
"Unforgivable..."
"All of them... are unforgivable!!!"
Suguru Geto jerked his head up; those eyes no longer held any human emotion, only pure destruction and slaughter!
"Come forth, Rainbow Dragon!"
Accompanied by his hysterical roar, an enormous cursed spirit emitting the pressure of a peak Grade 1 entity instantly coiled itself in the sky above the village!
The villagers, terrified by the sudden monster, collapsed to the ground, wet themselves in fear, and began to scream in panic.
"Die! You disgusting monkeys!"
Suguru Geto raised his hand, preparing to order the massacre of the village.
At that critical moment!
Snap!
A hand wrapped in bandages, yet exceptionally strong, reached out from behind and gripped Suguru Geto's shoulder tightly.
"Suguru, stop."
Yoru's cold, calm voice, carrying an irresistible will, rang in Suguru Geto's ear.
Suguru Geto's body stiffened instantly.
He slowly turned his head, his blood-red eyes full of killing intent staring intently at Yoru as violent cursed energy collided frantically between them.
The air froze to the extreme.
At this absolute crossroads of fate, would the enraged Suguru Geto turn his blade against his best friend who was stopping him?
And what method would Yoru use to defuse this nightmare that was about to upend everything?