Dagon, Jogo, Kenjaku and Hanami walked down the zebra line, Zankei trailing behind them with a white Yukata draping his form.
An ironic scenery, Kenjaku had a smile plastered on his face, walking with his hands intertwined, Jogo with his distinct and always tense look and disgust towards humans. Hanami and Dagon walked slowly, their senses unable to ignore the vibrant cursed energy Zankei gave off.
The passersby all waved their hands at themselves, the heat rising higher than usual as the group of malevolent creatures strolled past them.
Ring!!!!
Kenjaku entered a cafe, the rest of the disaster curses followed behind him. Zankei walked in like he owned the place, seating himself at an empty table.
A waiter walked up to Kenjaku. "A table for two?"
"Ah, yes please," Kenjaku said with a small smile.
The waiter nodded, Kenjaku turning back to sit opposite Zankei. The other disaster curses followed behind and took their seats as well.
"Humans, disgusting, aren't they?" Jogo muttered under his breath, his face tinged with disdain.
"You always fail to hide your disgust towards humans, don't you, Jogo?"
"Well of course, they live a dishonest and untruthful life. Their positive demeanor toward each other is just an act.
Their true emotions such as hate and fear are what conceived us. I believe strongly that we are the truest form of humanity, or in fact the real humans," Jogo explained his philosophy, his volcanic head prompting smoke to fill the room.
"Such a unique take from a cursed spirit," Kenjaku said, his voice more teasing than acknowledging.
"What a flawed take, and even less significant from a cursed spirit."
Jogo turned his head slowly toward Zankei, his expression tinged with annoyance. Zankei spoke again, his voice reverberating.
"You claim that you're the honest form of humanity, but that's not the case. You see, humans are a walking contradiction, that's their defining trait. The fact you could not acknowledge that aspect of their existence is enough for me to deem your cursed brain sees nothing more than hatred for your creators who made you unwillingly.
You'll never be a human and you'll never dream to become something original. You're nothing but a byproduct of negative human emotions."
Jogo gritted his teeth, his eye looking through a hundred yards of death, somehow showing more emotion with just a cyclops eyeball.
Suddenly, the whole cafe had its heat going off the charts. The cashier swiped his forehead of sweat. The waiter and waitress all gasped for air.
"Don't you think it's getting too hot in here?" the waitress said, fanning herself with paper, but the waiter didn't reply.
I'm gonna die if I go near that table, I just know it. I don't know why, but the aura there... it's crushing.
The waiter walked over to his boss and bowed. "Sir, I will be quitting. Thank you for having me work here!!" he said in a hurry as he scurried off, leaving his uniform in his boss's hands.
"Wait, what... Hold up!!! You just can't up and leave like that!!!"
The boss said, but before he could get to the former employee, he had already made a run for it.
"Damn it!" the boss muttered under his breath. "And why the heck is this place so goddamn hot!!?"
Back at the table, Kenjaku could feel the rising heat, a source of Jogo's emotional state being in a storm.
Pure hatred.
Zankei Kubigari brought out a fan from his inventory? Perhaps he had it in his Yukata all along, fanning himself.
"Now, now, Jogo. Why don't we calm down?" Kenjaku tried easing the tension, a bit amused seeing Jogo this way.
"If you're going to beg a fully realized cursed spirit not to cry, then I'll vomit profusely," Zankei said, his voice tinged with disgust.
Hanami said something under his breath. "&:$!;$+6-3668yvethnsji"
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about," Zankei replied to Hanami.
Kenjaku sighed from the tantrum Jogo was putting on.
"By the way, I believe you're a very cunning sorcerer. What is the thing that seems to hinder you from accomplishing your plans?"
Kenjaku regained his small smile, bringing his chin against his hands.
"Now we're onto business. And I see you're curious what this obstacle is."
"But of course. I wouldn't be here if you were actually lying about a strong individual."
"Oho, why do you suddenly believe me then?" Kenjaku asked out of curiosity.
"I could sense the imbalance of the world... It seems as though the cursed spirits have all leveled up in strength. Something that happens to balance the tip in scale.
Then that means something or someone has overwhelming strength beyond our world that cursed spirits had to go through a change to match their power."
Kenjaku chuckled before laughing out loud. "Hahahaha... I never once doubted your analytical mind when it comes to jujutsu. And yes, there is an individual that caused this effect."
Zankei tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with questions.
"The one and only Gojo Satoru."
Silence, heavy and palpable. Hanami stiffened as he heard the name, Dagon shivered, and Jogo scoffed.
"Gojo...? Oho, you mean the family with cursed genetics?"
Kenjaku nodded, his eyes closed. "Yes, that family."
"Tch, nothing special about those genetic lottery winners, just slaves to serve Tengen every reincarnation," Jogo brushed off.
"I do see their potential, but I have never been graced with the opportunity of having a duel with a member of the Gojo clan. Too bad the one who existed in my era was killed by Zenin before I could get the chance," Zankei said, his voice filled with nostalgia.
"Then I take it you're familiar with their technique," Kenjaku asked.
"Yes... Weak for most of their members, but on the other hand for the so-called Six Eyes users, it's truly an honored technique," Zankei praised, nodding slightly.
"The problem is that there's one existing in this era. Our goal is to cut him down."
"Which is why you reincarnated me in the first place?"
"Yes."
"Alright then," Zankei approved of Kenjaku's favor.
But Jogo had a sly smile played on his lips. "What a waste, you sending Zankei is an overkill. Let me take down Satoru Gojo instead, then I'll show you the true strength of we, the real humans," Jogo said, looking at Zankei.
"Do what you want, I don't care," Zankei said, standing up from his seat, walking over to the door.
The waitress walking past Zankei stepped on his foot mistakenly, leaving a footprint on his socks and sandals.
"Oh, I'm sorry!! I apologize," the waitress bowed over and over again. But Zankei didn't lash out; instead, his voice was calm.
"Tis but a stain," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Jogo, Hanami, Dagon and Kenjaku all sweat-dropped.
Boom!!!
The waitress's body combusted, the flames eating her entire figure. The other customers who were looking at the scene all had their minds scrambling.
"Did she jus--" one of the customers screamed but was cut short by flames eating her throat from the inside, eventually burning her entire being.
One by one, the entire cafe lit up with fire, one person after the other. Kenjaku sighed and coughed, Jogo seeing the flames were somewhat different from his.
"Quickly, we leave. From this boy's memory, the police department will be here. I don't want to deal with hurdles right now."
They all exited the cafe, which brought smoke out from the windows.
"Why do that?" Kenjaku asked.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to see how effective my technique is right now. What better place to test it than on weaker life forms?" Zankei said nonchalantly.
Kenjaku thought to himself.
At least we have no need to go after Sukuna. Zankei is capable, maybe not on the other two's level right now due to him still being destabilized, but more than enough.
"Between you and Gojo, who do you think will win?" Kenjaku asked.
Zankei reminisced, memories of his triumphant wins and defeats during the Heian era, the golden age of jujutsu sorcery. All of his battles building who he is today. There's a lot of possibilities in a fight between two sorcerers, but while technique plays a big role in how a sorcerer fights and their percentage to win, it wouldn't be anything if their knowledge of jujutsu was surface-level.
Zankei has always been one not to duck a brawl, and right now, he gets to see if there's a spark of hope in this generation of sorcery.
"Undoubtedly, I will win."