"Damn it!"
Nanami Kento was lifted high off the ground, his feet dangling, as an impossibly powerful force gripped his head tightly.
The fear and despair of death filled his mind, and as his consciousness gradually faded, the Cursed Tool in his hand unconsciously slipped.
"Survival probability: 0."
Suddenly, Nanami Kento heard a piercing, cold gust of wind, like a blade cutting through the air, rushing towards him.
The speed of the cold light was incredibly fast. Accompanied by a chilling sound of bone and flesh being severed, an extremely shrill scream erupted. Nanami Kento immediately felt the pressure on him release, and he lost his restraint, falling to the ground.
When Nanami Kento gritted his teeth, tore off the thing on his head, and opened his eyes again, he saw the Cursed Spirit clutching its continuously bleeding wound, looking extremely pained. The ground in front of it was also covered in the foulness that had gushed out.
The severed arm that Nanami Kento had forcibly torn off was also on the ground, its freshly cut fingers and arm muscles still twitching violently.
But what surprised Nanami Kento even more was that the Grade 2 Cursed Spirit, which he found insurmountable, was completely defenseless against a slender figure.
At first, he thought it was either Senior Geto or Senior Gojo coming to save him.
But it was neither of them!
It was a young man who looked to be about his age but whom he had no recollection of. He held a giant axe taller than an ordinary person.
The black blade was incredibly light in his hands, sweeping through the air with unmatched ferocity, emitting a mournful wail under the strain.
In that instant, he unleashed dozens, or perhaps even hundreds, of slashes. The speed was so fast that Nanami Kento's vision was completely blurred, and the strong winds stirred up by the blade prevented him from even opening his eyes to see clearly.
As the sharp axe whistled down, dozens of bloodlines appeared on the Cursed Spirit's body.
Amidst the mournful gale, the Cursed Spirit's torn flesh, splattering blood, and scattered organs all exploded simultaneously, sending blood flying everywhere.
And those blade-lights that broke through the curtain of flesh surged forward relentlessly, devouring everything in their path until they had destroyed all the vegetation and trees within a hundred meters of the Cursed Spirit's center before dissipating.
From the marks on the ground, the entire training field looked as if it had been carpet-bombed, with not a single blade of grass remaining.
Yet, in front of Nanami Kento, it was as if an invisible shield had been erected, protecting the ground behind him and to his sides, leaving it completely unharmed. In the otherwise barren area, it stood out like an isolated island, quite striking.
"I might have overdone it a bit."
The young man in casual clothes released his grip, and the heavy axe plunged straight into the ground, embedding itself deeply. The dazzling azure power above it dissipated like a fleeting dream.
He glanced at the heavy two-handed axe, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"It's a bit heavy, but I didn't expect the feel to be surprisingly good."
"I'm saved."
Nanami, his clothes tattered and looking utterly disheveled, was a bit dazed. He looked at the smiling, harmless-looking young man in the sunlight, wondering who would have thought he was the creator of the catastrophic scene before them.
Nanami Kento was certain that there was no such person in his school.
"Wait, is that Senior Geto's Cursed Technique?"
When he saw the unidentified young man actually gather the Cursed Spirit, which had been reduced to mere scraps, and transform it into a glowing blue orb.
"Just who in the world is he?"
Nanami Kento grew even more curious about the identity of his savior. He wasn't a student of Jujutsu High, so was he an elite trained by one of the Big Three families?
With a release of mental tension, the exhausted Nanami Kento lost consciousness, still muttering as he drifted off:
"But thank you."
The person who unleashed that swift attack earlier was Kenmyo Isayama. He had already anticipated this outcome the moment he saw Nanami Kento use Cursed Energy Release.
Alas, man-made machines cannot withstand Cursed Technique attacks overly specialized in destruction.
If Kenmyo Isayama were operating, a single fatal blow would be the best method, but Nanami Kento clearly did not possess such strength yet.
It wasn't difficult for Kenmyo Isayama's keen eye to detect that this assessment would have an accident, but he initially had no intention of intervening.
After all, the supervisors of Jujutsu High were present; why should Kenmyo Isayama overstep his bounds?
Unfortunately, the foolish woman who was highly anticipated ultimately failed. Before she even released her Cursed Energy, she was already clutching her head, groaning in pain, unable to continue fighting.
Kenmyo Isayama didn't realize that the small shock from Warhammer 40K was so potent that she still hadn't recovered to this day.
"Couldn't it have been Geto or Gojo Satoru? Why send an injured person to act tough here?"
In that situation, the only possible outcome was that the freshman, who could have "achieved great things," would lose his life in this incident.
If Kenmyo Isayama hadn't been there, it would have been fine, but his presence complicated things.
Kenmyo Isayama had previously shown part of his strength in front of Geto. If he couldn't even deal with this Cursed Spirit, where would he put his face?
So, Kenmyo Isayama took action, and he even used Mei Mei's Cursed Tool.
This was truly a case of 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do,' adopting a fighting style befitting a "Jujutsu Sorcerer."
It definitely wasn't because Kenmyo Isayama wanted to experience what it felt like to chop "people" with a long-handled two-handed axe.
This kind of chopping was truly exhilarating.
"Kenmyo!"
By the time Suguru Geto and Gojo Satoru finally had time to look for Kenmyo Isayama, they found him sitting alone on a chair outside the basketball court.
Kenmyo Isayama saw that Haibara was worried about Nanami's injuries and let him go. The class's "monthly exam" having this accident seemed to make everyone busy, which led to Kenmyo Isayama seemingly being overlooked until the arrival of this duo.
"Long time no see, Geto, and Gojo-kun."
Kenmyo Isayama was drinking a soda he bought from a nearby vending machine. When he saw the two approaching, he threw them a bottle of soda and a bottle of Strawberry Milk that he had already bought.
Kenmyo Isayama had only met Gojo Satoru once before, but he naturally recognized who the silver-haired, sunglasses-wearing young man next to Geto was. Furthermore, on the previous map, the little figures drawn already had their names marked as Geto and Gojo, respectively.
Suguru Geto had once complained to Kenmyo Isayama that his good friend really loved sweet things. So, the refreshing sparkling water was for Suguru Geto, and the sickly sweet Strawberry Milk was reserved for Gojo Satoru.
Suddenly being fed, the two were a bit caught off guard.
Gojo Satoru also didn't stand on ceremony with Kenmyo Isayama, saying "3Q" quite naturally before happily drinking it.
Seeing his friend like this, Suguru Geto became even more helpless. He said,
"I'm sorry, Kenmyo, we should be the ones hosting you."