In the sky, a very small curse spirit, resembling a water snake, wobbled as it flew from the direction of the forest and landed on a small hill near Tokyo High School.
A hand reached out towards the curse spirit in the sky, allowing it to land upon the hand and wrap around the wrist, behaving obediently like a pet.
The monk retrieved this unremarkable curse spirit, and the meaning-laden smile that had been on his face vanished at this moment.
"The strongest technique passed down through generations in the Gojo Family, known by few even within the main family — [Void Style·Purple]."
The monk murmured to himself.
"Even that technique, has he already learned it?"
The monk's face showed no hint of a smile as he furrowed his brows, lost in thought.
It wasn't until much later that his companion's voice awakened him.
"What's up? Not going so smoothly?"
