After the recent attack, the local Jujutsu Sorcerers in Miyagi finally had some peace.
According to investigations by local Assistant Supervisors and The Window, the Cursed Spirits that had repeatedly attacked the city recently were originally lurking near the city.
Furthermore, records from Jujutsu Headquarters and major local Jujutsu Sorcerer families indicated that the Cursed Spirits near Miyagi had been completely cleared out during these battles.
With summer vacation now in full swing, it would be a long time before any new Cursed Spirits were born.
Therefore, they could all take a break.
After leaving behind the necessary vigilance, most of the Jujutsu Sorcerers began to enjoy their summer vacation.
Except for the Tsuchimiya Family, who clearly knew they were being watched.
While the Tsuchimiya Family maintained their vigilance, Isayama Mei arrived at their estate with a few servants.
"It's been a long time, Head of the Tsuchimiya Family."
Isayama Mei bowed respectfully.
"Ah, Mei. It has indeed been a long time. Please, come in."
Isayama Mei followed Tsuchiya Garaku, walking with elegant steps towards the Tsuchimiya residence.
Every movement Isayama Mei made was perfectly proper.
"May I ask the reason for your visit?"
Steaming hot tea was placed on the tea table before the two of them.
Tsuchiya Garaku maintained his usual impassive expression.
"Uncle Naraku heard that you encountered that Curse User from three years ago a few days ago, so he sent me to understand the situation."
Isayama Mei explained.
Isayama Naraku had originally intended to meet Tsuchiya Garaku himself, but Isayama Mei had volunteered to come, and Isayama Naraku hadn't refused.
"Thank you for the Tsuchimiya Family's concern. We did gather quite a bit of information this time..."
Tsuchiya Garaku had no intention of hiding anything.
After all, the alliance between the Tsuchimiya Family and the Isayama Family had lasted for a thousand years.
Tsuchiya Garaku never would have imagined that Isayama Mei had already been manipulated by his enemy.
"The Cursed Stone, and five of them?"
A flicker of greed arose in Isayama Mei's heart, and she subconsciously began to sense the Cursed Stone on her chest.
Her strength had already greatly increased after obtaining just one Cursed Stone. If she could get five more...
Isayama Mei quickly suppressed the desire in her heart.
She dared not let even a trace of Cursed Energy leak out now.
After all, she was facing Tsuchiya Garaku, who also possessed a Cursed Stone. Any slight fluctuation in her Cursed Energy would be detected by him.
"This is very important information. I will bring it to Uncle Naraku as soon as possible."
Isayama Mei bowed slightly. Tsuchiya Garaku did not urge Isayama Mei to stay any longer.
"Head of the Tsuchimiya Family, um, I want to go pick some flowers. Please go back first, Head of the Tsuchimiya Family. A servant will escort me out later."
Isayama Mei, who had been following Tsuchiya Garaku, suddenly became a little shy and said softly with a blush.
In the Island Nation, for a long time, women felt it was embarrassing to say "I need to go to the restroom."
Because the squatting posture when using the toilet resembled picking flowers, "going to pick flowers" gradually became a euphemism for going to the restroom.
"Alright, Ibuki, you will escort Miss Mei out later."
"Yes, Master."
A woman in a purple kimono behind Tsuchiya Garaku bowed respectfully.
"Miss Isayama, please follow me."
Ibuki led Isayama Mei towards the restroom.
Upon entering the restroom, Isayama Mei did not relieve herself.
Isayama Mei unbuttoned her top, revealing her fair chest.
Cocoons of several butterflies broke through her skin and fell to the restroom floor.
The Cursed Stone was also encased in a cocoon at this moment, ensuring that none of its Cursed Energy would leak out and avoid drawing Tsuchiya Garaku's attention.
After tidying her clothes, Isayama Mei left the Tsuchimiya residence with Ibuki as usual.
That evening, Isayama Yomi, who had been struggling with her feelings for a long time, finally put on the kimono her father had given her and began her first date with Izuna Noriyuki.
This was not a yukata, but a luxurious kimono with over a dozen structural components, including the collar, sleeves, and obi.
After putting on the kimono, Isayama Yomi's youthful liveliness was replaced by a sense of dignified elegance.
The two, who had initially come together for an arranged marriage, had finally taken their first step after letting go of their past reservations and falling genuinely in love.
Meanwhile, at Eiji's temporary residence.
Eiji was listening to Medea and Michael's research progress on the Lion King.
"So, you're saying it's possible to create a new Lion King?"
Eiji nodded with satisfaction. The most important objective of this trip was nearing completion, and Eiji was very happy about it.
"That's right, young man. Ms. Medea is truly amazing, very..."
Unlike Medea, who maintained a calm expression, and Eiji, who wore a smile, Michael Kohara, a Cursed Tool blacksmith from the Isayama Family, was already excitedly breaking into an awkward dance.
Although Michael's creations were varied, he had also forged many swords and was considered a swordsmith by half.
After all, Jujutsu Sorcerers fought with Cursed Tools, and swords, having been proven over a long history, were one of the most suitable weapon forms for combat.
The ability to recreate the forging techniques of a renowned sword lost for a thousand years was an irresistible temptation for any swordsmith.
It was like how Chikako Muramasa, knowing he would die, still chose to forge the Holy Sword of Stars.
This was the swordsmith's equivalent of "If I could hear the Way in the morning, I would be content to die in the evening."
"What do you need next?"
It took quite a while for Michael's excitement to subside.
Eiji was genuinely afraid the old man might suddenly collapse from being too agitated.
"The other materials are manageable, but what's missing is the most crucial Cursed Object."
Medea picked up the Lion King and traced her finger along the blade, causing a surge of cursed energy to appear.
This was the core of the Lion King, a Cursed Object formed from a Special Grade Cursed Spirit after its demise.
"Indeed, there are no suitable Cursed Objects left in the Isayama Family that can be used for forging swords."
Thinking of this, Michael Kohara pounded his chest in frustration.
He had found a way but couldn't immediately verify it. At this moment, Michael felt like an itch that couldn't be scratched.
"What kind of Cursed Object is needed?"
He had Cursed Objects. Over the years, he had obtained some from exorcising Cursed Spirits and completing commissions, but they were all stored at Jujutsu High.
Although his shadows could store items, the weight would be added to himself, so Eiji usually kept only things he frequently used in daily life.
After all, he didn't particularly need anything for combat right now.
Weapons and armor could be replaced by the Ten Shadows Technique after mastering a Maximum Technique, so there wasn't much else to carry except for some Cursed Tools with unique functions.
He might as well bring a few more cans of Honey Tea to feed Suguru Geto.
"Just look for one that meets the requirements listed here."
Medea handed him a notebook.
Eiji opened it, and the requirements for the needed Cursed Object were clearly recorded within.
Size, cursed energy attributes, ability category...
Eiji quickly memorized everything.
"I'll bring the Cursed Object as soon as possible. You two can rest for a while."
Medea didn't show any outward signs, but the old man Michael looked like he was about to develop panda eyes.
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