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The investigation process was not particularly difficult.
One could even say that the culprit hadn't thought about hiding itself at all; otherwise, it could have easily eliminated the residual energy it left behind and erased its existence entirely, greatly increasing the difficulty of tracking it.
As it stood, following these residual clues and traces was enough to determine the target's approximate location.
However, Nanami Kento had his own considerations.
As a First Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, he was capable of handling the vast majority of situations. Even if he truly couldn't cope, such risks should not be faced by a student.
Thus, Nanami Kento planned to send Itadori Yuji away and deal with the culprit alone.
"This is the youth who appeared at the cinema, Yoshino Junpei. He attends the sa school as the victims..."
Through the cinema's surveillance footage, Nanami Kento found another possible lead. He assigned the task of investigating the youth to Itadori Yuji, with Ijichi responsible for coordination.
"Eh, then what is Big Brother doing?"
While Itadori Yuji actively accepted the task, he was also puzzled by Kael's "disappearance."
"He is currently studying those corpses with Miss Shoko. Besides, he is also a First-Grade Sorcerer; it's not my place to arrange his commands."
"Does this an I've been abandoned?"
Itadori Yuji muttered to himself, feeling like his status in his big brother's heart wasn't very high. The other party hadn't even notified him about this; it was a bit sad to say the least.
"You can understand it that way. I'm sure you'll get used to it in the future," Nanami Kento said indifferently.
Nanami Kento spoke flatly.
Ijichi was responsible for driving, but before that, he still needed to compile the current situation into a text ssage to report to Kael.
One incident required writing three reports; Ijichi felt his life was truly bitter.
Being caught between the higher-ups and Gojo Satoru was already difficult enough, and now Kael had joined the ranks of those exploiting him.
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Just as Itadori Yuji and Ijichi were preparing for their surveillance investigation, inside the dical office of Jujutsu High, Kael was having a'sweet duo session' with Miss Shoko.
Dismantling several freshly cursed human corpses.
With just simple eye contact, the two could complete the dissection work with perfect tacit understanding.
"How on earth did that fellow do it?"
Shoko looked at the corpse on the operating table and couldn't help but voice her question.
Even with her attainnts in 'Reverse Cursed Technique,' she had no way to correct this warped result.
"Observe the changes in the flow of Cursed Energy carefully. This thod of warped mutation happens from the inside out. Clearly, the culprit altered the victim's soul, completely twisting them into a Cursed Spirit."
Kael provided the answer.
This made Ieiri Shoko feel that the problem was increasingly thorny.
Her 'Reverse Cursed Technique' could only heal the physical body; it couldn't deal with distortions of the soul.
"To think such a dangerous Cursed Technique exists?"
Ieiri Shoko couldn't help but sigh, subconsciously reaching into her clothing pocket as if looking for sothing.
Kael reached out and produced a lollipop.
"Thanks."
Ieiri Shoko took it, unwrapped it, popped it into her mouth, and took a deep breath.
If one didn't know better, they would think she was dangling a cigarette in her mouth.
From her expression and movents, it was clear that Ieiri Shoko used to be a heavy smoker, but now there wasn't a hint of the sll of smoke on her, showing she had quit for so ti.
"With your ability, it's truly a pity you can't learn Reverse Cursed Technique."
Ieiri Shoko, with dark circles under her eyes, looked at Kael regretfully.
He was the one with the strongest learning and comprehension ability she had ever seen; how could he happen to be a Heavenly Restriction?
God truly wasted such a genius.
He clearly could have relied on his brain to make a living.
"It's a bit too early to say that, Shoko-sensei."
Kael leaned against the table, side by side with Ieiri Shoko. Behind them was dissected flesh and blood, but the atmosphere between the two was exceptionally harmonious, which instead made it seem a bit eerie.
Of course, these two didn't feel that way.
"Perhaps. But there's no need for you to call 'Teacher'; in terms of modern dicine, I'm actually the one who needs to learn from you. I really don't know how kids these days grow up."
Ieiri Shoko shook her head. She had seen too many geniuses; after all, the two once hailed as the strongest in the Jujutsu world were both her close friends and classmates.
But the growth of those geniuses followed a traceable path and was comprehensible; Kael was not like that at all.
However, Ieiri Shoko was only slightly curious about this; she had no intention of probing. Having experienced too much in the past, her heart had long since beco incredibly indifferent.
But it had to be said, having Kael by her side during this ti allowed her to feel a rare sense of relaxation and pleasure.
The little guy's mouth was like it was sared with honey, and his looks were very much to her taste; even just looking at him was quite pleasing to the eye.
"Shoko, I'm not a child," Kael said softly.
A hint of masculine aggression flickered in his eyes, making Ieiri Shoko's heart skip a beat, but she imdiately returned to a casual tone.
"Yes, yes, yes. Boys nowadays are all very precocious."
"Then I wonder if you have any ti tonight, Shoko?"
Kael threw a straight ball; there was no need for convoluted gas with a big sister like her.
He had been working hard helping out here these past few days exactly for this mont.
Ieiri Shoko couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. The slight curve of her lips was bright and beautiful, but her words were very crisp and direct.
"No ti. I need to get so proper sleep. If I don't start maintaining myself, this face of mine is going to get old."
One only had to look at Ieiri Shoko's dark circles to know. Even if she mastered 'Reverse Cursed Technique,' there was no other way to compensate for ntal exhaustion, and every day there was a pile of people waiting for her to save their lives.
It couldn't be helped; in the entire Jujutsu world, very few people mastered the ability of 'Reverse Cursed Technique.'
And applying the effects of 'Reverse Cursed Technique' to others was a different matter entirely.
Unfortunately, Ieiri Shoko didn't have much self-defense capability. If she didn't have a friend like the strongest, Gojo Satoru, she would only be exploited even more miserably.
Of course, saving the lives of others was one of the few things Ieiri Shoko was actually passionate about, so it wasn't exactly forced labor.
"Sigh..."
Kael put on a heartbroken look.
"But seeing as you've helped quite a bit lately, if there's a chance next ti, I'll make it up to you."
Ieiri Shoko's tone shifted as she spoke with a smile.
"Then it's a deal."
Kael settled the matter and waved as he left the dical office, not giving her a chance to back out.
"...I've really lost my mind."
Ieiri Shoko laughed at herself.
Could it be that being single for too long has caused so hormonal imbalance?
Still, the thought of dating a younger brother was actually a bit exciting.
Especially since he was Gojo Satoru's student. If that guy with the nasty personality found out, who knows how he'd mock her.
She felt herself starting to look forward to it for so reason. What was going on?
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...
Sensing the Cursed Energy coming from ahead, Nanami Kento confird he hadn't found the wrong place. The culprit who twisted humans into Cursed Spirit was hiding in the city's sewers.
Is it a Jujutsu Sorcerer?
Hearing footsteps ahead, Nanami Kento felt suspicious and spoke slowly.
"If you're going to co out, please do it quickly. Even if you're an aberration, killing still makes feel unpleasant."
The path here had not been smooth or unobstructed.
The short sword in Nanami Kento's hand, wrapped in charms, was already stained with the blood of humans turned into Cursed Spirit.
The strength of these distorted, modified humans was at most at the Third-Grade level. For a First Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, they were easy to deal with—one slash per kill.
"Oh my, that's great, that's great. If Gojo Satoru had co, I would have been troubled, but if soone too weak ca, I wouldn't be able to do my experints."
A slightly frivolous voice echoed in the underground sewer.
A young male, appearing to be in his twenties, walked out with a smile.
However, his body, covered in stitch marks, had already exposed the fact that he was non-human.
This was a Cursed Spirit pieced together from different human limbs, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit born from the collective consciousness of human hatred and fear of themselves—Mahito.
Nanami Kento could see its non-human and distorted essence at a single glance.
However, a Cursed Spirit capable of normal communication clearly did not belong to the normal category.
"I hate working overti, so let's get started as soon as possible."
As Nanami Kento spoke, he charged toward Mahito, his short sword slashing in wide, powerful arcs.
Although the offensive was fierce, it couldn't wound Mahito for the ti being.
There wasn't a huge gap between the two in close-quarters combat, and Mahito's total Cursed Energy gave him an advantage; just covering and reinforcing himself with Cursed Energy was enough to block Nanami's attacks.
Between a Jujutsu Sorcerer and a Cursed Spirit of the sa level, even if their total Cursed Energy was comparable, the forr was usually much stronger.
They could generally manage to fight above their grade.
Most First Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers could deal with Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
This was mainly thanks to the inheritance between sorcerers. For instance, the Three Great Families of the Jujutsu world had bloodline inheritances spanning a thousand years, with the developnt of family techniques passing from one generation to the next.
Even so small sorcerer families would have decades of accumulated experience.
Not to ntion the existence of a systematic training system like Jujutsu High.
In contrast, for Cursed Spirit, even if their concepts of fear could undergo constant reincarnation, every resurrection resulted in an independent individual; everything had to start from scratch.
And the vast majority of Cursed Spirit wouldn't live past a year before being exorcised by a Jujutsu Sorcerer, leaving them with almost no room to grow.
Furthermore, ordinary Cursed Spirit had no concept of developnt or growth; they lived like wild beasts, wantonly venting their malice toward humans.
Under such circumstances, even if a Cursed Spirit had an advantage in total Cursed Energy, what of it? What they had to contend with was the thousand-year inheritance and accumulation of Jujutsu Sorcerers.
As a result, it was only natural for Cursed Spirit to be killed by sorcerers of a lower grade.
This was also why Nanami Kento chose to act alone.
As a First Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer, he had killed no small number of Special Grade Cursed Spirits and had more than enough confidence to face any possible situation.
However, the current situation was clearly beyond expectations.
Nanami Kento had never seen a Cursed Spirit like Mahito, who could communicate and possessed rationality.
This imdiately reminded him of the intelligence Gojo Satoru had reported not long ago regarding an attack.
Both were Cursed Spirit capable of communication; it was hard not to draw a connection.
But now was not the ti to be distracted by such thoughts.
The Cursed Spirit before him required Nanami Kento to be fully focused.
His Cursed Technique was simple but efficient.
It was called 'Ratio Technique: 7:3'.
It could forcibly create a weak point on a target. The principle was to divide the target's length into equal parts and generate a hittable weak point at the 7:3 ratio point.
Once that point was hit, it would trigger a critical strike.
Mahito didn't know yet that in Nanami Kento's eyes, he had already been divided into lines of different proportions. He continued to parry with Cursed Energy in the sa way as before.
The result was a critical hit, and his wrist was severed by the short sword.
Looking at the wound on his wrist, Mahito quickly realized that this stemd from the other party's technique effect.
However, Nanami Kento could tell that he hadn't actually dealt real damage to Mahito; he could read this feedback from the fluctuations in the other's Cursed Energy.
"Say, do you think the soul cos first, or the body?"
Mahito asked unhurriedly, continuing to output his philosophy under Nanami Kento's sowhat puzzled gaze.
"Isn't there that question? Which ca first, the chicken or the egg? Does a soul reside within a body, or is a body wrapped around a soul?"
Hearing this, Nanami Kento temporarily stopped his attack. He had realized Mahito was troubleso and thought he might gain so useful intelligence from the other party's words.
For a qualified Jujutsu Sorcerer, gathering intelligence during battle was also a very important matter.
After all, the opponent hadn't truly revealed his Cursed Technique yet.
"The forr."
Nanami Kento gave a casual answer.
"Wrong. The answer is the latter. No matter when, the soul always precedes the body. The shape of the body is influenced by the soul."
Mahito said with conviction. The injury on his wrist was rapidly restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This isn't self-healing; it's firmly maintaining the shape of one's own soul."
This was Mahito's Cursed Technique—'Idle Transfiguration'.
It could directly touch and change the shape of a soul, thereby achieving a complete modification of the physical body.
What was currently presented before Nanami Kento was rely a pieced-together shell that Mahito could mold into any shape, just like modeling clay.
In other words, one either had to completely destroy Mahito's physical body all at once, leaving his soul with nowhere to reside, or be able to attack his soul directly; otherwise, it was impossible to truly wound him.
After realizing this, Nanami Kento's heart couldn't help but sink. None of the thods he currently possessed could solve this opponent.
"I expect you've already realized it. My Cursed Technique is about touching the soul and changing its shape."
As he spoke, Mahito took out several deford and twisted dolls.
Connecting this to his Cursed Technique, one could tell that these dolls, smaller than a palm, were actually humans whose souls he had distorted.
Not everyone could withstand Mahito's soul modification. His current control and developnt of the technique were far from reaching the peak, which resulted in a high failure rate for the modifications.
From this, it was evident that the number of people who had died at Mahito's hands far exceeded those Nanami Kento had previously tallied.
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