A/N:
Okay, day one of writing and the stats.
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Step. Step.
In the dark, walking down the corridor shielded from sunlight, Haruto looked around as his hands gripped the sword before stopping in his tracks.
"Does this place even have a curse?" Haruto muttered with a frown. "It's been ten minutes and I haven't even seen anything."
Negative. It has only been seven minutes and thirty-four seconds.
'That isn't the point here, Sage,' Haruto grumbled inwardly as he moved forward, emerging from the darkness when he came near a window—the only source of light he could find.
Looking out, he watched the group below, standing on the ground and looking up as Gojo waved his hands toward him.
"In real life, his face is really punchable," Haruto muttered as he leaned forward, frowning when he saw Gojo doing strange hand gestures.
'Well, he's always doing strange gestures, but this time… why does it feel different?'
Received. He is asking you to look down.
'What?'
Haruto tilted his head and looked down, only to see the ground rippling as a creepy hand with far too many fingers burst out, trying to grab his legs.
"What the—"
Haruto didn't even have time to yell as the hand successfully grabbed his legs and yanked him back, causing him to fall face-first as the curse spirit dragged him across the room.
"Aagh!"
Haruto screamed as his body was dragged at an inhuman speed before crashing violently into a wall.
"Agh… fuck!" Haruto cursed as he forced himself upright, using his elbows to push off the floor. "The fuck is this… a horror show?"
The floor in front of him rippled again.
Haruto watched as a mass of something indescribable by human words began to emerge from the ground.
Maybe in anime it looked grotesque—a pale mass of flesh forming a disfigured figure. That was how curses were described. But in reality, the drawings of manga or animation couldn't even come close.
A mangled, disfigured corpse wriggled as it took shape, forming something that vaguely resembled a humanoid.
'Ugh…'
Haruto felt an urge to vomit as disgust washed over him at the sight of the curse spirit standing before him.
"aRrE yOu FiFtEeN?"
The curse spoke in broken Japanese as its giant hands made a crude grabbing motion.
"A perverted spirit… just my luck."
Haruto got to his feet, pointing the sword forward.
The spirit writhed before stomping its feet into the ground and leaping forward, lunging at him.
Haruto tensed, bracing for the attack—but as he watched the spirit charge, time itself seemed to slow.
Thup.
He felt his heartbeat press against his chest. The wind stopped midway through his breath. His pupils dilated at an unnatural pace.
'This is…'
Thought Acceleration.
His thinking speed accelerated several times over, a single second stretching into what felt like an hour.
Analysing.
The mechanical voice of Great Sage echoed in his mind as his visual feed changed. The world transformed into something resembling a game interface—colors overlaying reality.
Red lines marked impact zones and attack trajectories, while blue points lit up across the spirit's body.
Analysis complete. Weakness detected. Selecting the optimal course of action.
Countless movements played through his mind as Great Sage simulated future exchanges, predicting outcomes before selecting the most efficient path and feeding it directly into Haruto's consciousness.
Time resumed.
The spirit was already upon him.
Haruto's legs moved on their own. His hands lifted the sword automatically. With the ease of a seasoned expert, he sidestepped out of range and swung, following the exact trajectory Great Sage had shown him.
Swish.
The humanoid curse flew past Haruto as the blade struck cleanly through its shoulder.
The sword cut deep into cursed flesh with little resistance, purple blood spraying outward. The spirit, midair and unable to resist, carried itself over the blade.
As it passed, its left side was cleanly severed.
The detached arm rolled down the corridor, striking the wall before stopping. The once-dusty floor was now painted in purple blood.
Splash.
"How disgusting…"
Haruto spat, purple blood coating his body and staining his clothes.
Splashes streaked across his face as his calm eyes settled on the screaming curse, now left with only its right arm.
"I fucking hate this."
He flicked his sword, shaking off the dripping blood, then raised it as he stepped forward.
His movements were efficient, precise—like a trained martial artist—as he thrust the blade into the curse's back.
The tip pierced straight through, emerging from its face in a critical strike.
Haruto adjusted his grip, stomped his foot into the ground, and brought the sword down in a powerful downward slash.
"AaAA—!"
A high-pitched scream tore from the curse as cursed blood bathed Haruto, covering him completely.
The spirit was severed cleanly in two, offering no resistance as the blade cut through like a master swordsman's strike.
The halves fell apart, landing opposite each other as black decay-like spots spread across them before they began to evaporate—blood and flesh dissolving into nothingness.
"I hope that's not infectious…"
Haruto muttered as he examined his clothes, watching as the blood slowly faded away, cursed energy dispersing into black mist.
He scanned his surroundings calmly as the remains vanished completely, then let out a quiet sigh.
'Well done, Great Sage.'
Received. Thank you, sir.
'Still… fighting curses with just tools seems inefficient.'
Haruto looked down at the cursed blade in his hands.
He didn't possess Itadori's superhuman strength, nor did he have a Heavenly Restriction like Maki or Toji.
He was just human. A normal kid who hadn't even reached adulthood. In a cursed world like this, that weakness was pitiful.
"Time to change fighting styles, I guess…"
If the warrior class didn't suit him, then he'd just switch to mage
'Or should I say, sorcerer class, Sage?'
Received. It is possible to link "Curse Generator" with "Great Sage" via Parallel Operation.
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'I should have done this sooner'