The deaths in Tokyo were no longer whispers.
They were warnings.
Sorcerers began traveling in groups. Barriers were strengthened. Emergency protocols activated.
But none of it mattered.
Because Toji Fushiguro could not be tracked.
He could not be sensed.
He could not be predicted.
In a ruined temple outside the city, hundreds of curses stirred under one command.
Suguru Geto stood calmly, robes flowing in the night wind.
"A man without cursed energy hunting sorcerers…" Geto smiled. "How poetic."
A special-grade curse slithered beside him.
"Shall we kill him?"
Geto chuckled. "No. I want to see him up close."
Toji arrived before sunrise.
No dramatic entrance.
No cursed aura.
He simply walked through the temple gate.
The curses reacted instantly—screeching, lunging, swarming.
Toji vanished.
Steel flashed.
Bodies split apart.
In seconds, the courtyard turned into a graveyard of disintegrating curses.
Geto watched carefully.
"Not a single drop of cursed energy…" he whispered. "You truly are free."
A massive curse dragon erupted from behind Geto and charged.
Toji didn't dodge.
He ran straight at it.
Mid-air, he used a cursed tool spear and pierced through its skull, landing silently as the creature collapsed behind him.
Now they stood face to face.
Monkey.
Sorcerer.
Hunter.
"You're killing our own kind," Geto said calmly.
Toji's eyes were empty. "You killed my son."
Geto's smile faded slightly. "So that's the trigger."
Suddenly, dozens of high-grade curses flooded the battlefield.
The ground cracked. Trees shattered.
Toji was surrounded.
Geto raised his hand.
"Let's see how long zero cursed energy lasts."
For the first time—
Toji grinned.
"Long enough."
He threw a smoke bomb.
Gunshots echoed.
Blades tore through flesh.
One by one, curses fell like rain.
Geto realized something terrifying.
Toji wasn't fighting wildly.
He was learning.
Adapting.
Calculating every summoning pattern.
Within minutes, only Geto remained.
Blood splattered across the temple ruins.
Toji stepped forward.
"You hide behind monsters."
In a flash, he closed the distance.
A blade pierced through Geto's chest.
The curse collector coughed blood, eyes wide.
"…What a fascinating existence you are…"
Toji pulled the blade free.
Geto collapsed.
As the sun rose over the destroyed temple, Toji stood alone again.
Another pillar of jujutsu society had fallen.
Far away, inside a dark chamber, an ancient brain inside another body slowly smiled.
Kenjaku had been watching everything.
"Excellent…" he whispered.
"The chaos has begun."
And Toji had no idea—
He was walking exactly the path someone had prepared for him.