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The dressing room reeked of hairspray chemicals. The lights were blindingly white. Chen Tian was slumped into the sofa, his long legs casually draped. A file was loosely crumpled in his hand, the edges already frayed.
Two people stood opposite him.
Kento Nanami, impeccably dressed in a suit, his blond hair combed neatly, wore the standard professional seriousness, his brow habitually furrowed, looking ready to deal with some unpleasant task at any moment.
Maki Zenin, standing beside him, was in a completely different state. She held her breath, the usual forbidding sharpness gone. Her eyes behind her glasses were glued to Chen Tian, shining like charged lamps. Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her high school uniform, her face suspiciously red—the spitting image of an iron-willed fan whose brain had crashed upon seeing her top idol.
Chen Tian glanced at the file, which symbolized the Jujutsu higher-ups' "good intentions." A curve with no humor tugged at the corner of his mouth. He didn't even lift his eyelids:
"The Jujutsu higher-ups sent you to recruit me?" he asked the air.
"Yes," Kento Nanami's voice was flat and businesslike. "The higher-ups wish to cooperate to counter Suguru Geto." His tone was utterly devoid of emotion, purely following procedure, clearly wishing the task would end immediately.
Chen Tian sneered, his scorn undisguised. With a flick of his wrist, the file arced and smacked 'pao' onto the vanity table, scattering its pages.
"Not interested." Three words, cold and crisp.
Kento Nanami was not surprised by this, even giving a subtle, imperceptible nod—Troublesome mission over. Good.
Chen Tian stood up and stretched lazily, popping his bones, completely ignoring the others. He turned to Maki Zenin, his face instantly switching to a highly approachable, celebrity-style customer service smile, treating Kento Nanami beside him like air. "Since you're here," his tone was light. "Stay for the concert before you leave."
Before the words had finished, he was already walking toward the wall, grabbing the cool electric guitar. He slung the strap over his shoulder in a fluid motion.
He pushed the door open, leaving the dressing room's harsh light behind. The corridor outside was dim, with only a faint wave of sound coming from the stage direction ahead—the frantic shouting of tens of thousands of people was growing clearer.
Chen Tian did not break stride, rushing straight toward the boundary of darkness and light about to be ignited, like a cheetah toward its target.
The heavy curtain was suddenly pulled back!
A shout like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami roaring instantly engulfed him: "Ne—ro—!!!"
A blinding spotlight sliced down like a sword, pinning him to the center of the stage.
Chen Tian wore his electric guitar and his signature wild smile of total control on his face.
Small talk? None! His fingers aggressively raked the strings!
"Zheng—!!!"
A sharp, explosive note, like a thunderclap, instantly crushed all the noise! This was immediately followed by the heart-hammering roar of heavy drums, and the bass shaking the floor!
All the lights in the venue erupted! White, red, and blue lights churned wildly, cutting across the countless frenzied, contorted faces in the audience. The colossal speaker array spat out a deafening sonic wave, slamming into every person like an invisible giant fist!
Chen Tian was the eye of the storm on stage! He sharply whipped his head. Sweat flew off him in the intense light. His fingers blurred on the fretboard, sliding, hooking, and scraping the strings at high speed. Dense, savage metal riffs poured out like a squall!
On the giant projection screen was his sharp profile, sculpted by the lights. Sweat rolled down his jawline. His eyes were like knives, and a near-evil smile of absolute control hung on his lips.
The suppressed, eerie, yet explosive intro flowed out. Chen Tian brought his lips close to the microphone. His voice, high-pitched and extremely penetrating, tore through the sound wave. It was the theme song from the Jujutsu Kaisen anime's first opening, "Kaikai Kitan":
Ushou Musou Hito no Nari, (Everything in creation, takes the form of man) Kyosei Shinshou Jingai (Pretense, image, non-human)
like a monster)
Kyoshin Tankai Inochi Yadoshi (With an open mind, life resides)
The moment the song entered their ears, it instantly dragged the minds of tens of thousands of people into that eerie whirlpool of reincarnation!
Yami wo Haratte Yami wo Haratte, (Purge the darkness, exorcise the gloom) Yoru no Tobari ga Oritara Aizu da, (When the night curtain descends, that's the signal) Aitaishite Meguru Kanjousen, (Confronting each other on the chaotic loop line) Tawagoto nado wa Hakisute Iketto (Cast aside such nonsense and move on)
The chorus exploded! Chen Tian's voice suddenly soared, like lightning tearing the night sky!
The guitar riffs layered upon one another, and the drumbeats were dense like a doomsday downpour! The air in the entire venue boiled and resonated!
The audience went completely insane! The crowd, like a wheat field ravaged by a hurricane, wildly headbanged, jumped, and roared!
Raised arms were like a frenzied, dancing forest in the psychedelic lights. The sonic wave of "Nero! Nero! Nero!" rose higher and higher!
On stage, Chen Tian's singing grew more and more powerful. Every note felt like it carried the weight of a thousand jun, violently striking the people's souls.
Kento Nanami's frown deepened. His gaze was fixed on the radiant Chen Tian on stage, those few lyrics constantly revolving in his mind.
He knew clearly that the darkness of the Jujutsu world was not so easily purged. Curses were like tumors attached to the bone, breeding and spreading in humanity's negative emotions, while Sorcerers were bound by endless constraints, struggling forward in this gloom.
Kento Nanami sighed helplessly, thinking that this Chen Tian, seemingly cynical, had subtly expressed the current state of the Jujutsu world through music. He wondered how many of the mesmerized audience members truly understood.
Maki Zenin, on the other hand, was already lost in frenzy. Her eyes never left Chen Tian. Her hands waved almost uncontrollably, and she shrieked hysterically, as if venting all her passion.
At this moment, she had completely shed her usual cool, severe demeanor, transforming entirely into a normal fan immersed in the idol's charisma.
Kento Nanami raised his hand, the cold light of his phone screen reflecting on his face.
He had meant to report the anomaly of this song to the higher-ups; his finger was already poised on the dial button.
But the thought of facing tedious analyses, endless meetings, and perhaps being assigned more difficult missions after the report—like falling into an endless loop of overtime—made fatigue instantly wash over him.
He frowned, mumbled a quiet "Forget it," and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
In the madness of this concert venue, he truly didn't want to be entangled with the rotten affairs of the Jujutsu world anymore. He just wanted to enjoy this moment of "peace," however brief it might be.
Meguro Ward, neighboring Shibuya.
The usually bustling street was utterly silent. Residents had been temporarily evacuated under the official excuse of a "natural gas pipeline crisis inspection," leaving behind only empty shops and closed doors and windows.
The wind blew, carrying a few discarded flyers.
By the riverbank, the pink-haired Itadori Yuji was conspicuously visible. He stood by the murky water, his hands raised high, clapping forcefully.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The crisp claps were strangely abrupt in the silence.
The river water surged in response, as if boiling! Dozens of twisted, foul-smelling Curses roared and burst out of the water, lunging with bared claws and teeth toward the boy on the bank!
Itadori's eyes sharpened. He pushed off the ground, agilely leaping backward, easily dodging the first wave of attack.
"This way!" he yelled, turning without hesitation and sprinting toward the entrance of an abandoned tunnel not far away!
Behind him, the swarm of Curses roared, chasing close like hyenas smelling blood.
In the shadow of the tunnel entrance, a tall figure stood quietly—it was Choso.
Itadori led the Curses rushing into the tunnel entrance area, then slammed to a stop, turning to face his pursuers.
Choso moved. He formed a hand sign, and blood-colored Cursed Energy surged like a material substance!
Furious crimson blood arrows instantly shot out!
The first few Curses rushing forward didn't even have time to scream; they were instantly pierced through their bodies!
The subsequent Curses were also pierced one by one by the blood arrows.
Itadori seized the opportunity, his figure shooting into the chaotic swarm of Curses like a cannonball!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Heavy punches, carrying immense force, slammed into the Curses! Each dull impact was accompanied by a Curses' wail before it vanished.
He and Choso cooperated seamlessly—one cleared the area, the other performed precise, quick kills. Their movements were clean and efficient, with astonishing speed.
In less than a minute, dozens of Curses dissolved into black smoke, leaving only a foul odor and vague Cursed residue at the tunnel entrance.
"Done!" Itadori shook his fists, but the easy smile was absent from his face; he still looked burdened.
Choso nodded, his expression calm. "Next location?"
"Mhm, let's go to..." Itadori started to say, but his voice suddenly cut off.
A voice abruptly came from above their heads. "Ah, Megumi isn't here."
Both men looked up simultaneously.
On the guardrail of the highway above the tunnel, a person had appeared at some unknown time.
The short blond hair was conspicuous in the dim light. He even looked left and right, as if confirming something.
"Tch, am I the first one here?" he muttered to himself.
Itadori and Choso instantly tensed up, their muscles bulging. They immediately took a defensive stance!
This movement finally caught the attention of the blond man. He looked down, his indifferent gaze sweeping over them, like looking at pebbles by the roadside.
"What were you two doing just now?" His tone was flat but carried a bone-chilling disdain. "Making so much noise? Are you afraid people won't notice?"
Itadori frowned. "Run away?"
The blond man scoffed, as if he'd heard the funniest joke: "Huh? You don't even know that?"
Choso took a half-step forward, subtly shielding Itadori behind him. His voice was low: "Itadori, the higher-ups have issued an execution order for you. Because you've lost Gojo Satoru's protection, that's what they said."
"Ha?!" Itadori's pupils contracted violently! The immense sense of absurdity left him speechless for a moment.
A low, hoarse voice, completely flat, like an ice pick resting on the back of their necks, suddenly sounded from behind them without warning:
"Oh? ...Not just one person, are there?"
A massive surge of Cursed Energy instantly enveloped Itadori and Choso! Their hairs stood on end instantly, and their muscles stiffened as if frozen!
Less than ten steps behind them, a man stood silently. His eyes were deeply set, framed by heavy dark circles. His entire being radiated an aura of dead silence.
A long cloth bag was slung over his shoulder. The outline of the bag conveyed an ominous sharpness.
His cold eyes were fixed on Itadori Yuji.
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