Undisclosed location, underground hideout of the curse user group 'Q'.
In a facility built by repurposing a hidden Imperial Army air raid shelter, a man watched surveillance footage of a hotel shrouded by a Veil. A young boy stood beside him in attendance.
"Now then, I suppose Kokun, Sonville, and Bayer should be clashing with the Jujutsu High students right about now?"
"Master Wessen. A moment ago, Master Kokun reported 'bombing complete.' Could they have already finished off the Star Plasma Vessel...?"
"I doubt it. In my experience, whenever you try to kill a Star Plasma Vessel, the owner of the Six Eyes almost certainly steps in to interfere. You can't kill them that easily. It's quite a headache, isn't it?"
The man let out a light laugh and accepted a glass from the boy serving him. While stroking the boy's hair, he stared at the screen with a smirk, his words full of amusement.
"I wonder how well our three prototypes can keep up with the 'Strongest' duo. Isn't it exciting? Don't you think so?"
"We, the Bitz, believe in the victory of those three masters."
"How touching. Well, I did calibrate them to be that way, but I feel like they're lacking a bit of flair. Perhaps I need to adjust that?"
Deep within his eyes flickered a light of innocent yet cruel curiosity—like a primary schooler shoving firecrackers into a frog's backside.
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"You're tougher than I expected."
"As are you, Suguru Geto...!"
Exchanging these words were the man calling himself Kokun, who swung a military saber to cut down cursed spirits, and Suguru Geto, who was attempting to capture him using low-level cursed spirits reinforced with cursed energy.
Unexpectedly, the front lines had fallen into a stalemate.
Of course, if Geto intended to kill his opponent, his overwhelming victory would be an absolute fact. However, by Geto's estimation, capturing Kokun alive was proving to be quite difficult.
'His skill isn't particularly great, nor does he have a cursed technique! In terms of pure technique, Yu Haibara is overwhelmingly superior!'
'But what is with this cursed energy output?!'
Indeed, as Geto marveled internally, Kokun's cursed energy output far exceeded the realm of an average sorcerer and was a ridiculous amount that rivaled Geto's own. The slashes of cursed energy released from the military saber displayed power far beyond the man's actual skill, easily cleaving through spirits that should have been reinforced by Geto's own energy.
While he hadn't managed to pierce the defense of the Rainbow Dragon that Geto kept on guard, the hotel room was already unrecognizable. The battle had turned into a giant monster movie scene, blowing away a corner of the upper floors.
However, even in such a situation, defeat was impossible for Suguru Geto. Because—!
"There's an opening. Your back is wide open. How pathetic."
As he spoke, Naoya Zen'in—a Special Grade sorcerer who had been hiding himself with Cursed Technique Reversal: Translucent Core Sorcery—delivered a ferocious kick straight up into Kokun's crotch.
A sickening sound—one that absolutely should not come from between a person's legs—echoed out. The strike was so painful that even Geto instinctively hunched over and squeezed his thighs together. Kokun's eyes rolled back into his head as he began to foam at the mouth.
However, Naoya, the one who delivered the blow, wore a somewhat puzzled expression.
"That's weird. Feels like somethin' was missin'? The sensation, I mean."
Muttering this, Naoya tilted his head. He brushed the question aside for now, slung Kokun over his shoulder, and loaded him onto one of Geto's summoned spirits. Together, they made their escape from the crumbling corner of the hotel.
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Satoru Gojo reached the hotel entrance with Toji, pushing through the chaotic waves of the crowd.
While casting subtle 'suggestions' on the staff directing the evacuation, Gojo intentionally scattered residual traces of cursed energy to lure the enemy. Two combatants from 'Q' appeared before him.
"Well, hello there. I am Bayer. You're Satoru Gojo, right? You're a celebrity. I hear you're strong. Let me see if the rumors are true."
"And you over there must be the Sorcerer Killer, Toji Fushiguro? I'm Sonville. I'm the one who wants to play with you."
Standing in their way were Bayer, a long-haired man holding a knife, and Sonville, a massive bald man.
However, in response to their appearance, Gojo and Toji simply looked at each other with disgusted faces.
"Hey, Gojo. Wanna swap opponents? I don't have a hobby of playing with muscle-bound freaks. Look at that head. He's wearing a beret on purpose, which makes his silhouette look exactly like a dick."
"Whoa, you're right. It's all red and the veins are popping; it's a perfect cock. I'm a good minor, so I'm too scared to deal with him, Sensei. But the guy next to him looks like a long-haired sissy too... For the sake of the healthy mental development of youth, maybe your teacher should just take them both out?"
What followed wasn't just a violation of broadcasting standards; it was a barrage of verbal abuse delivered with the intent to harm.
The moment the two members of 'Q' were about to roar in anger at the verbal violence—
Gojo's finger pistol and an M79 grenade launcher that Toji had pulled from the back of his pants were aimed with a no-look precision. Blue and a 40mm grenade blew the pitiful curse users away.
" "Yeah, too bad." "
"Though, if they're the type to die from just that, they wouldn't have picked a fight with us. It pisses me off to follow their assignment, but let's split them up, Gojo."
"Roger. Whoever catches theirs first gets treated to sushi."
"The kind that doesn't go around on a conveyor belt."
Exchanging these words, the two 'Strongest' headed toward their respective opponents with light steps.
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