The Four Disaster Curses—
four special-grade cursed spirits born from the condensed fear of humanity itself, each representing one of mankind's most fundamental terrors.
Jogo, born from humanity's fear of the earth, wielded terrifying power over flames and molten lava. The curse that had just spoken so disdainfully of special-grade sorcerers was none other than him.
Although, due to Kenjaku's presence while possessing Suguru Geto's body, Jogo did hold a certain degree of respect for special-grade sorcerers, he had yet to experience the kind of brutal defeat Gojo Satoru would later inflict upon him in the original timeline. As such, he still did not truly understand just how vast the gap between special grades could be.
The white-haired youth covered in stitched seams who had spoken with Kenjaku earlier was Mahito, a curse born from humanity's fear of humanity itself.
Not far away stood another curse—tall and powerfully built, its body covered in black patterns—Hanami, born from humanity's fear of forests.
And nearby as well was an as-yet underdeveloped curse that resembled a red octopus: Dagon, born from humanity's fear of the ocean.
Four special-grade disaster curses, plus Kenjaku occupying Suguru Geto's body—
a total of five special-grade combatants.
If the jujutsu world were to learn of this gathering, it would undoubtedly be shaken to its core.
At this moment, Kenjaku showed no interest in responding to Jogo's arrogant remarks. He merely stated his intentions calmly.
"I've already obtained information on the location where the new special-grade candidate will undergo her examination. I plan to make some preparations there—just enough to probe and see what information we can draw out."
Because Gojo Satoru had deliberately avoided revealing the details of his battle with Seele and Black Seele, neither the jujutsu higher-ups nor Kenjaku possessed any concrete intelligence.
They knew only one thing:
the girl had defeated Gojo Satoru.
As for the specifics of her cursed technique, its effects, or the abilities of the curse residing within her body—
both the higher-ups and Kenjaku knew nothing.
"Oh?" Mahito perked up immediately, his expression full of interest.
"Do you need us to step in? Why not just kill that new special-grade outright?"
Unfortunately, Kenjaku merely shook his head.
"It's only a simple test. Making too much noise over a newly appointed special grade would only alert the jujutsu world and draw unnecessary attention to us. It's not worth it."
Frankly speaking, only fools who failed to grasp Gojo Satoru's true strength would consider ambushing someone capable of defeating him—especially without knowing anything about their technique or domain.
The curses might be reckless, but Kenjaku was not.
Until he had gathered sufficient intelligence, he would never risk a direct confrontation with such an existence.
Even this probe required extreme caution. No loose ends. No traces. No mistakes that could put him at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, as a curse user who had lived for countless years, Kenjaku was confident that the resources and preparations he had accumulated were more than sufficient to carry out this plan.
The next day.
Tokyo's outskirts—
inside an abandoned hospital that clearly bore the weight of many years.
Guided by the examination location provided by the jujutsu world, Seele stood before the hospital's main entrance.
According to the information, numerous severe medical accidents had occurred here years ago. Subsequent investigations revealed that the hospital director and several surgeons had been involved in organ trafficking.
After the hospital was shut down—coinciding with the collapse of Japan's economic bubble—the site gained notoriety online. Combined with its grim history, it eventually became the basis for a widely circulated urban legend.
In recent months, jujutsu sorcerers had observed a sharp increase in cursed energy gathering at this location. There was a high probability that a new special-grade cursed spirit would be born here through the accumulated fear of the masses.
Ordinarily, this matter would have been handled by Gojo Satoru.
But now, it had been handed directly to Seele as her special-grade examination.
Summoning her scythe, Seele calmly walked through the hospital's front doors.
Years of abandonment had left the interior in a state of ruin—crumbling walls, thick layers of dust, and dark corners filled with cobwebs and moss.
Thankfully, she had arrived during the daytime. Had this been at night, the hospital would have been plunged into pitch-black darkness the moment she stepped inside.
"…The cursed energy seems to be gathering upstairs."
Seele paid little attention to the environment, nor did she worry about being ambushed.
After all, a naturally formed special-grade cursed spirit posed no real threat to her.
Following the flow of cursed energy, Seele quickly locked onto her target. Her figure blurred—and in the next instant, she appeared outside the door of an operating room.
The rotted door offered no resistance. With a light push, it collapsed inward, kicking up clouds of dust.
The moment Seele stepped inside, she felt the cursed energy around her surge violently.
"ahhhhh——!!!"
A massive arm suddenly shot out from deep within the operating room, slamming down where Seele had been standing.
Having already sensed the attack, Seele stepped back effortlessly. The next second, an enormous figure burst through the wall and into the hallway.
It was a grotesque cursed spirit—
its body formed from what looked like over a dozen human torsos forcibly fused together.
Five heads.
Seven pairs of limbs.
And thirteen exposed, violently beating hearts.
The arm that had attacked Seele was merely one of its seven.
This horrific appearance matched the records perfectly:
the hospital director, six doctors involved in organ trafficking, and thirteen victims who had their organs harvested.
Judging from the cursed energy radiating from its body, this was unquestionably a special-grade cursed spirit.
"ahhhhh——!!!"
The instant it saw Seele, the curse grew even more frenzied. All five heads let out hollow, piercing screams as it charged forward in a twisted, unnatural gait.
BOOM!!!
Walls that had already been on the verge of collapse crumbled en masse under its charge, causing the entire hospital building to tremble violently.
Yet in the face of the rampaging curse, Seele merely raised her scythe and focused.
The next instant—
Her figure vanished.
Reappearing behind the cursed spirit as if she had teleported, Seele struck.
The special-grade curse—just moments ago charging with unstoppable momentum—was instantly torn in half by an overwhelming force. Purple blood splattered across the walls.
Normally, such damage would have killed a cursed spirit outright, even one capable of regeneration.
But as Seele turned her head, she realized something was wrong.
The curse's energy had not dissipated.
Instead, the two halves of its body fused back together and stood upright once more.
Correspondingly—
One of the thirteen exposed hearts stopped beating.
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