Chapter 101: A Special-Grade Calamity — Appointing a New Headmaster?
Ten million curses descended upon Japan.
What followed was inevitable.
Order crumbled. Cities drowned in panic. Humanity's fragile civility began to rot from within.
Within a single night, the nation fell into chaos—its streets echoing with screams, its skyline swallowed by the color of despair.
The entire Shibuya district had become a black hole on the map—a dead zone consumed by darkness.
"Should I wipe them out?"
Yuki Tsukumo's voice cut through the silence, casual yet dangerous.
Her instincts screamed for her to act—right now, before the curses fully scattered across the country.
She was confident that if she unleashed her technique immediately, she could erase them all.
Zen'in Shinsuke raised a hand quickly, stopping her. "Too late. Not on this scale."
If Yuki created another black hole, the damage wouldn't stop at the curses.
Even though Shinsuke was only halfway toward unlocking the Eighth Gate, the energy he needed to complete it was astronomical.
And now—Kenjaku had handed him the perfect opportunity.
Ten million curses' worth of blood and vitality were ripe for the taking.
"If you'd acted the moment they appeared," he said, glancing at her, "you probably could've wiped them out. But now? You'd burn through too much cursed energy. Even if you could do it… how many people here would survive?"
He knew her technique.
A single large-scale release from Yuki wasn't a precision strike—it was annihilation.
Friendly fire didn't exist in this world.
If she unleashed her full power, half the sorcerers standing here might vanish with the curses.
"…You're right," Yuki muttered after a moment, exhaling softly. "Forget it. We'll figure out another way. Guess I'll have to visit that old hag, Tengen, after all."
Her tone was indifferent, but her eyes betrayed her irritation.
Destroying the curses wouldn't fix the real problem—and Yuki never had patience for temporary solutions.
She turned her gaze toward Kenjaku, who was still standing calmly in the distance, watching them with his eternal, infuriating smile.
"Is he," she asked quietly, "the one that old granny was talking about?"
Zen'in Shinsuke nodded once.
Yuki frowned, a grim smile forming. "Makes sense. Only a thousand-year-old monster could think this far ahead."
Kenjaku raised the Prison Realm in his hand, his smile widening as his body began to fade into shadow.
"Well then… farewell, everyone. Itadori Yuji—"
He looked straight at the boy, his tone almost affectionate. "I'm looking forward to seeing how far you'll go."
"Wait—!" Yuji's eyes went wide as he took a desperate step forward.
Kenjaku's voice echoed as he sank into the darkness.
"You hear that, Sukuna? Our plan has begun. The Heian Golden Age of Jujutsu… will rise again."
"Gojo-sensei!" Yuji shouted, lunging forward.
His hands grasped at empty air. The shadows swallowed Kenjaku whole—along with the Prison Realm.
And then, the flood came.
The sky tore open as countless cursed spirits poured into the streets like locusts.
Within moments, everyone—Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, even Yuki and Shinsuke—was surrounded by a living storm of curses.
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The Next Day
The world changed.
For the first time in history, curses appeared on public news broadcasts.
Most civilians thought it was a hoax, or a strange marketing stunt.
"Breaking News: The twenty-three wards of Tokyo have been completely annihilated."
"All government officials capable of assuming the role of Prime Minister are missing or confirmed dead. Japan has entered a full political vacuum."
"If word spreads internationally, this could trigger a national collapse—possibly even an invasion."
It had been less than twenty-four hours since the end of the Shibuya Incident.
Across Japan, unexplainable disasters erupted one after another.
Tokyo, however, had suffered the worst.
"Headquarters wants to release an official statement about the curses."
"Wait—what? You mean they're actually admitting it!?"
"Apparently, the higher-ups claim that curses only manifest in Tokyo. They've somehow redirected the flow of negative energy from the rest of the country into the capital."
"So… the idea is to contain all curse births in one place."
"Sounds insane to me. But whatever—half the government's gone anyway."
Helpless laughter echoed through the crisis room.
Even Japan's remaining leaders couldn't do anything.
For the first time in centuries—the balance between humans and curses had been shattered.
The Heian Era of Jujutsu had returned.
And the world had no idea how to survive it.
Meanwhile, at Toji's little diner.
"Ah— I forgot to tell you I sold the place. With everything going on now, we might as well close up shop, right?"
Zen'in Shinsuke looked around the empty restaurant and scratched his head.
Nobody should be surprised that, after the Shibuya incident and the yen's collapse, most of the shops around Shibuya wouldn't survive.
"Doesn't matter. No rent to pay. Let it sit closed for a while; it won't lose us much. We can always use it again later."
Toji shrugged. Running the diner had always been just a way for him to make a living. Money felt a lot less important in the country's current state — so closing for a while wasn't the end of the world.
"So what actually happened? How did it come to this?" Toji asked, kicking at a loose tile. He wished he'd gone down to Shibuya — it sounded like he'd missed something huge. He'd assumed it was some curse-user gang making trouble again, the same sort of nonsense as last year's night parade.
"Nothing special — just an old thing that'd lived for a thousand years got bored and turned the world into a free-for-all. Released ten million curses to liven things up," Shinsuke said, deadpan.
"An old thing… that's lived a thousand years? Ten million curses?" Toji's lip twitched. The words were familiar; put together, they sounded insane.
"Enough gossip. Pack up — we're going back to sort out Tsumiki's problem."
"Her curse is gone?" Toji brightened.
"You'll see when we get there."
Shinsuke didn't elaborate. According to Kenjaku's claim, ordinary ancient curse-users would be one thing to deal with — but whatever was living inside Tsumiki was tough. Pulling it out of her for good would be difficult.
They set off shortly after.
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At the same time, Yuta Okkotsu — one of Tokyo Jujutsu High's special-grade sorcerers — finally returned from overseas. He appeared inside the layered barriers of the jujutsu council, flanked by the council's elders.
"Yuta, thanks for coming."
"Cut the niceties. You weren't planning to treat me — just tell me what's up." Yuta cut them off and got straight to the point. The elders bristled but dared not argue: right now, he was the only special-grade fighter they could actually rely on.
With Gojo sealed, with Kenjaku resurrected as a curse-user, and with Yuki Tsukumo refusing orders, the council had precious little to call on. There was one more special-grade — Zen'in Shinsuke — but that was another story.
"I'll follow your orders," Yuta said bluntly. "Make the binding you like. Even if it involves Gojo's students, I'll do it."
He laid his cards on the table: because of Toge Inumaki's absence, Yuta accepted the mission to take down Itadori Yuji. The elders were relieved — finally a special-grade who would obey.
At the same time, the council issued five rulings:
1. A death sentence against the resurrected Suguru Geto (Kenjaku in disguise).
2. Gojo Satoru declared the main culprit of the Shibuya incident — permanently expelled from jujutsu society; anyone who unseals him is equally guilty.
3. Yaga Masamichi (Headmaster Yaga) found guilty of instigating Gojo and Kenjaku — sentenced to death.
4. Itadori Yuji's reprieve revoked; his death sentence is to be carried out immediately by special-grade Yuta Okkotsu.
5. Zen'in Shinsuke is proclaimed a special special-grade sorcerer for single-handedly stopping Sukuna in Shibuya — and appointed headmaster of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
If Shinsuke actually heard that last one, he'd probably be stunned. The same council that'd been looking down on him had just promoted him and handed him the school.
Somebody should really tell those old men to get off their thrones.