Tokyo, Ginza.
Boom.
The glass walls of a building shattered with a deafening crash as a gigantic Cursed Spirit opened its bloody mouth and lunged toward the four figures standing in the street.
"Don't get in the way."
Gojo Satoru raised his hand casually, and a condensed blast of Cursed Energy shot forward like a cannonball.
Bang.
A massive hole was blasted straight through the Cursed Spirit's body. The force continued forward and pierced the building behind it as well.
Yuta Okkotsu immediately tried to stop him.
"Gojo-sensei, shouldn't you hold back a little?"
"Even if the citizens have already been evacuated, destroying too many buildings will only slow down the reconstruction work."
Geto Suguru nodded slightly.
"As expected of Satoru's disciple, you're much more careful than Shion."
"..."
Gojo Satoru's expression darkened.
"Urusai."
"Did you forget that my brother used to be even worse when it came to destroying things?"
Geto rolled his eyes.
"Then why is Shion becoming more and more mature while you're the only one who hasn't changed at all?"
"Ha? Shut up, Suguru. I'll tell Haruko that you said her cooking tastes terrible behind her back."
"Both of you, stop talking."
Yuki Tsukumo removed her glasses and kicked Satoru lightly from behind.
"Find Kenjaku first and rescue the hostages. Try to act serious for once."
"Hai, hai."
The four of them moved quickly along Ginza Street and finally found traces left behind by Kenjaku inside a certain building.
But apart from a graffiti self-portrait of him making a mocking face, there was nothing else.
"Tch."
Satoru clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"As expected, that guy is just using a diversion. What a boring trick."
Yuki shrugged.
"In that case, we should head to the other battlefields and support them as soon as possible."
The group turned around and left without hesitation.
In total, less than a minute had passed since they arrived from Jujutsu High, including the time spent searching. Even if Kenjaku wanted to do something, one minute should not have been enough.
The so-called diversion should not have worked.
Suddenly, a terrifying wave of Cursed Energy erupted from the building behind them.
All four of them stopped at the same time.
When they turned around, the entire skyscraper collapsed instantly, turning into a mountain of ruins.
Right after that, four enormous resentments surged up from underground. Thick black cursed energy exploded into the air like a fountain.
"Those are... four Cursed Wombs?"
Using the long-distance perception of the Six Eyes, Satoru immediately saw the shapes inside the cursed energy.
"Zen'in Naoya, Kamo Asaoka, Emperor Naruhito... and the last one, why does he look exactly like the seventeenth head of the Gojo Family in the genealogy?"
Yuki narrowed her eyes.
"The three great families and the imperial family. Don't tell me these four Cursed Wombs are..."
The four of them exchanged looks at the same time. They had already reached the same conclusion.
A thousand years ago, Ryomen Sukuna had crushed the entire Jujutsu world alone. In desperation, even the imperial family treated him like a god and tried to appease him.
But after Sukuna died, Japan did not enter an era of peace. Instead, it fell into even greater chaos.
The reason was the birth of several terrifying vengeful spirits.
Sugawara no Michizane, Emperor Sutoku, Taira no Masakado, and Prince Sawara.
These were not ordinary legends. They were the very ancestors of the three great families and the source of some of the strongest techniques in the Jujutsu world.
Kenjaku had gathered the bloodlines of the three great families and the imperial family, then used them to awaken those ancient monsters again.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The shells of the four Cursed Wombs shattered one after another.
Four eerie figures slowly crawled out from within.
Their bodies were filled with overwhelming cursed energy, and terrifying roars echoed into the night sky.
The four great vengeful spirits of ancient Japan had awakened again under Kenjaku's control.
But after a thousand years, they had long forgotten who they were. Their reason had been completely erased, leaving only pure hatred and resentment.
Now they only wanted one thing, destruction.
"The four great vengeful spirits..."
Yuta Okkotsu stared at them in shock. These were figures he had only seen in textbooks, yet now they were standing right in front of him.
"This is going to be troublesome."
Satoru scratched his hair lightly, speaking in a casual tone, but even he could feel the terrifying pressure coming from them.
They might not be as strong as Sukuna, but they were still existences that had ruled an entire era.
"As expected of legendary monsters."
Geto Suguru stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"I wonder if they can be controlled using Cursed Spirit Manipulation."
"You're pretty bold, aren't you?"
Satoru chuckled, then stepped forward slightly.
"Enough talking. Four great vengeful spirits, four of us. Choose your opponent."
He smiled and pointed forward.
"I'm from the Gojo Family, so I'll take Sugawara no Michizane."
Yuta raised his hand immediately.
"Then I'll take Taira no Masakado. We both use blades, so it's only fair."
Yuki glanced at Emperor Sutoku, who was covered in blood, then frowned in disgust.
"That one looks disgusting. I'll deal with Prince Sawara instead."
Geto sighed helplessly.
"Then Emperor Sutoku is mine."
"Yoshi."
Satoru stuck out his tongue slightly, his expression turning serious.
"Let's begin."
The four of them stepped forward together toward the roaring vengeful spirits.
Four special-grade sorcerers against the four great vengeful spirits.
Ancient legends against the strongest of the modern era.