Chapter 86: The Savior, Geto Suguru
Reed's eyes were bleak, as if all life had been drained from them. The long-haired man in the black monk's kasaya robe saw this, and a smile touched his lips.
"Cherish that desire you feel to destroy the entire world," Geto Suguru said. "That… is the source of your power for revenge."
In Geto's eyes, the man before him, Reed, was radiating a visible miasma of negative emotion: a twisted knot of hatred, anger, despair, and injustice, all mixed with self-recrimination and a desire for self-destruction. It was the perfect catalyst. A catalyst that could transform a useless, broken monkey into a rare and valuable weapon.
Geto leaped down from the giant, bird-like Cursed Spirit, and the creature shook Reed from its back. Geto had brought this monkey, who had successfully escaped the Dead Silent Capital of Tokyo, here to Kyoto—or as it was now known, the final sanctuary of Japan's savior.
"Welcome, Reed, to the savior's temple: the Star Religious Group Kyoto Headquarters."
Geto waved his hand. Several sorcerers in white cloaks emerged. The one in the lead, a woman with shoulder-length hair, had dark circles under her eyes so heavy that no amount of makeup could conceal them.
"Shoko, take care of his injuries. I have a feeling this monkey is going to be very useful."
Numbly, Reed followed Shoko Ieiri into the shrine, which was built on the mountaintop.
Shoko put a fresh cigarette to her lips and skillfully activated her Reverse Cursed Technique. By reversing cursed energy, which was by nature pure negative energy, she created a positive output to heal. The crushed-in sections of Reed's chest and abdomen rapidly began to recover. Even the half of his face that had been torn off began to grow back.
His physical wounds could heal, but what about the ones in his heart? His mind was replaying the final moments: his teammate, Kenji, screaming as he tackled the Hannya-masked swordsman, only to be sliced in two; and then in the dark tunnel, Anna, bleeding from her mouth and nose, forcibly activating her ability one last time to teleport him through an impossibly narrow passage, just before a javelin impaled her through the throat.
I'm so weak. I was so weak…
I hate them. I hate them!
Reed suddenly roared and began to hammer the floor. With every blow, the ground shook as if from an earthquake. But this power wasn't enough. He had been lucky enough to find teammates he could entrust his life to. They had promised to support each other to the very end. The three of them weren't greedy or evil. They had even helped other Reincarnators when they could.
So why did Kenji and Anna have to die? Why was he the only one who survived?
These questions wrapped around Reed's mind like a dark serpent, coiling around his neck until he couldn't breathe.
"Then hate," Shoko's voice, flat and devoid of emotion, cut through his thoughts.
Reed looked up. She stared back at him and repeated, "If you want revenge, then hate. Hate enough that you would become a Special Grade Cursed Spirit just to get your revenge, even in death. I don't see that kind of resolve in you yet."
After she finished speaking, she completed the treatment, then turned and opened the door. Just as she was about to step out, she paused. "Did you see it?"
Reed, lost in his despair, didn't respond. Shoko let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Then again, if any of you had actually seen what Gojo looks like now, none of you would have survived."
Shoko left the room and walked past a line of Jujutsu Sorcerers. She crossed a great hall filled with men who had once been known as the pillars of the nation's order. Once.
Everything had changed the day someone had used the massacre of 33,000 Tokyo citizens as a catalyst to erect an enormous barrier, shattering the boundary between the human and cursed worlds. Gojo Satoru had gone in to stop it, but in the end, he had fallen within that barrier.
After that, the balance of power in Tokyo was broken. Cursed Spirits began to swarm the city. The dynamic between curses and sorcerers was shattered. The number of sorcerers, which should have grown stronger in response to the stronger curses, remained stagnant. The new Six Eyes user, who should have been born the moment Gojo died, never appeared. The world's balance was gone. At the site of Gojo's death, a terrifying curse began to spread—a phenomenon that, in the Heian period, would have been called a Spiritual Disaster. The Hundred Demons Night Parade had become a reality.
Jujutsu society collapsed when the Zenin Clan was annihilated in an instant. A massive number of sorcerers were slaughtered. No one could have predicted that in that darkest hour, the one to break the barrier from the outside and save the surviving sorcerers would be Geto Suguru—the grand heretic, the new leader of the Star Religious Group, the man who had sworn to massacre all non-sorcerers.
Geto Suguru, once known as one of the two "strongest," had used his status as the Star Cult's leader to save the high-level members of the mundane world, including the Prime Minister, even as he allowed the Jujutsu elders to be slaughtered. In the end, the Star Religious Group had become the so-called "Cult of the Savior." This wasn't Geto's self-proclaimed title; it was an endorsement from the Prime Minister of Japan.
A mocking smile played on Shoko's lips. Gojo Satoru, the one who should have been the arbiter, the one who could have single-handedly shattered the balance in favor of the sorcerers, was now dead. And at the site of his death, the most terrifying curse in history was being born. Soon, perhaps, it would awaken as the [King of Cursed Spirits] and destroy what little resistance humanity had left.
"Mr. President, you must approve the plan to nuke Tokyo."
"Yes, we have confirmed, there are no living humans left in Tokyo."
"The nuclear strike is our most effective plan to end this disaster!"
The Prime Minister of Japan was on a call, earnestly begging the President of the United States to launch a nuclear weapon at his own capital. This scene only deepened the mocking smile on Shoko's face. She entered the deepest room, where Geto was waiting.
"You know a nuke won't work," Shoko said, her tone not one of protest, but of someone who no longer cared about anything. "And you're just going to let them do it?"
Geto looked at Reed, who had followed Shoko into the room. He was a useful piece of raw material, steeped in negative emotions.
"The nuke won't work on the Cursed Spirits," Geto agreed, smiling. "But it will awaken a deep, primal fear in the souls of the tens of millions of monkeys who are still alive in this country. And that fear… that fear is very useful."
"After all," Geto continued, "if I want to fight an enemy like Satoru, I can't be too confident, not without an army of curses born from that level of terror at my command."
"Gojo Satoru is the strongest." Geto raised one hand, pointing to the sky, and the other pointing to the earth, mimicking Gojo's iconic pose. But the smile on his face quickly faded. He was not Satoru Gojo. He couldn't understand, nor could he generate, such an intense emotion. That overwhelming confidence and arrogance that radiated from Gojo's very bones—the belief that "throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one"—that was perhaps the real reason he had been the strongest. For a Jujutsu Sorcerer, rationality was not a virtue. It was that intense emotion, born from the soul and impossible to suppress with logic, that was a sorcerer's greatest gift.
[You have triggered the Hidden Faction Quest: Trial of the Thousand-Year Sorcerer.]
[Quest Description: To consort with the thousand-year sorcerer, you must master cursed energy. Survive Kenjaku's trial and gain control of cursed energy.]
[Success Reward: Gain the special energy system - Cursed Energy.]
[Failure Penalty: Faction reputation will drop to negative. You will incur the hostility of Kenjaku.]
Kaito Shirogane walked out of the Itadori house. The sun was high in the sky. Yuji Itadori had just finished cooking lunch and had enthusiastically invited him to eat with them. But Kaito had only glanced at the pitiful boy before shaking his head and walking out of the courtyard. Yuji Itadori was Kenjaku's greatest trump card. If Kaito said a single word out of line, the thousand-year-old sorcerer would likely try to assassinate him.
From his conversation with Kenjaku, Kaito now had a clear picture of the world's divergence. It lined up with what the Reincarnator DM66616387 had done: at some point after Geto had defected but before his Night Parade, a batch of Reincarnators had arrived. Their presence had impacted all factions. But the one named DM66616387 had used an unknown, special ability to curse 33,000 Tokyo citizens to death, using the act as a catalyst to shatter the balance between the worlds. The strongest sorcerer, Gojo Satoru, had gone in to stop it, but had died by some unknown means inside the barrier.
By Kenjaku's guess, it must have been an incredibly evil curse, one that caused Gojo to die filled with so much hatred that his body and spirit, steeped in the cursed environment of Tokyo, became the embryo for the [King of Cursed Spirits]. This was different from Ryomen Sukuna. Sukuna had been a natural disaster, a monster who had dominated the golden age of sorcery and whose cursed energy was so great that his fingers became special-grade cursed objects after his death. But the King of Curses had not, strictly speaking, become a Cursed Spirit himself; his fingers had merely become vessels.
Gojo Satoru's own soul was becoming the new King of Cursed Spirits.
Kenjaku feared both the mysterious Reincarnator who had killed Gojo, and the Six Eyes who was about to be reborn as a curse. He couldn't imagine who would be able to exorcise such a creature if it was born.
Therefore, he had to keep Yuji Itadori close, so much so that he had abandoned all other plans and was now inhabiting the aged body of Wasuke Itadori. At the same time, he had secretly gathered ten of Sukuna's fingers, ready to revive the ancient King of Curses as a desperate last resort.
Kaito left the Itadori home and walked to a warehouse where the old pickup truck was parked. This was the place Yuji used to store the "patients," another location arranged by Kenjaku.
For an ordinary person to become a sorcerer, Cursed Energy and a Cursed Technique were the two basic requirements. Most humans possessed a tiny amount of cursed energy, just not enough to even see Cursed Spirits. But Kaito—whether through his innate aptitude, his 7 points in the Energy attribute, or his [Spirit Seer] milestone—was seen, in Kenjaku's eyes, as an ideal candidate to become a sorcerer.
The thousand-year sorcerer's "trial" for a newcomer was simple and crude. To use cursed energy, one must learn to control their emotions, and the flow of that energy. What better way to learn than by being locked in a warehouse full of corpses that were about to become Cursed Spirits?
Either learn to control cursed energy and exorcise them…
Or die.
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