Akina Hishikawa was a woman born into a cursed family. Simply because she was a daughter yet possessed cursed powers, she was considered a heretic, treated with cruelty and disgust—a pitiful person who couldn't find her place in fate, yet also a completely evil person who didn't hesitate to involve thirty-seven lives, her hands stained with blood for the sake of revenge.
To take revenge on the entire family that had treated her like dirt, she didn't hesitate to knock on the forbidden door of ancient devouring sacrifices, exchanging bloody offerings for powerful cursed energy.
She also planned to give birth to an heir with the blood of a cursed spirit, and when it was born, she would devour it alive to extract the cursed power and spiritual core mixed with blood, completing this malicious forbidden technique.
To fully awaken the cursed spiritual blood of the child in her womb and deeply integrate it with cursed energy, she deliberately found a haunted house with deep resentment and nurtured her pregnancy there for ten months.
She drank raw blood every day to nourish the embryonic energy. The room was covered in yin and evil curses, and she forcibly wrapped the fetus in an indissoluble miasma of cursed energy, allowing it to grow in this most yin and cruel environment, becoming a tool of blood sacrifice on her path of revenge.
Now, the time of harvest had finally come.
The thought that if she devoured this child and completed the final step of the forbidden ritual, she could fully hold the supreme cursed power in her palm—Hishikawa's eyes burned with almost mad fire. What was Gojo Satoru? What was Okkotsu Yuta? What was Yuki Tsukumo? These names, considered the pinnacle of the jujutsu world, were all nonsense in her eyes!
As long as she succeeded, the entire jujutsu world would tremble because of her existence!
"Ah——!!!"
In a heart-wrenching cry of labor pain wrapped in uncontrollable excitement, Hishikawa had no intention of becoming a mother. Only a rising, almost devouring desire remained, quenched with a greedy, hungry wolf's appetite for prey.
But the colic in her abdomen suddenly intensified and worsened. It was not the dull numbness of ordinary labor pains, but rather seemed like something fierce was wildly twisting and smashing inside her abdominal cavity. Each strike felt like it was crushing her internal organs.
In the next moment, a bloody little hand sharply tore through her abdominal wall, bursting out of the chamber. Intense pain and terrifying heart-stopping sensations instantly overwhelmed her. Her consciousness was on the verge of collapse from this tearing feeling. Demon Head Kijuro, transformed into a fetus, slowly crawled out of her shattered abdominal cavity, his cold eyes easily sweeping over this physical mother.
"Ah, ah (How ugly.)"
"Huh? Aaaaaah (Huh?) Is it because the body isn't fully developed yet? This body really isn't easy to use?)"
Hishikawa's eyes were squeezed shut from intense shock. The child who should have been stillborn actually raised its immature fingertips and pointed them directly at her.
A solid cursed energy bullet burst forth, instantly piercing her head, crushing her ambitions to pieces, and she sank into the hell of her obsessions.
The child raised a hand to wipe the blood and grime from his face, his movements so cold they were completely unsuited to his infant age. His backhand roughly tore off the umbilical cord. His crimson eyes suddenly fixed on the original vessel that had inherited his cursed spirit identity.
The vessel was wrapped in Kijuro's monstrous resentment and incomprehension, and with the birth of majestic cursed energy, transformed into a special-grade cursed spirit.
But as soon as it took form, before it could take half a step, it was erased by Kijuro with a wave of his hand. The hot blood of the cursed spirit poured down, washing over his young body.
But in an instant, the embryonic body grew at a visible rate, instantly transforming into a twelve-year-old boy. His outstretched palm slowly revealed a sinister vertical eye.
Here, Demon Head Kijuro was reborn in the jujutsu world.
Returning to the world, Demon Head Kijuro immediately began to predict the future, but discovered that his future was chaotic, and his memories were also confused.
Seeing this, he pinched Hishikawa Akina, who should have fallen into hell, and devoured her soul with a terrified look, acquiring modern information.
There was no doubt that the future was not at all as he had expected. Although curses were resounding, they were moving in the opposite direction. And most importantly, he could not find the existence of Nishida Kagetatsu or himself.
He instantly discovered the problem and found a reasonable explanation: something had erased the evidence of his existence along with Kagetatsu.
According to common sense, he couldn't investigate what happened in the past, and now he couldn't see the future related to him. So he had to change his approach.
For example, predicting major events that might occur in the future, important events related to the jujutsu world.
Since the other party had erased his existence, it meant they were trying to prevent his resurrection, meaning they had a plot to hinder it.
Could a person who could prevent resurrection be mediocre? They would inevitably influence this world. If he found this person according to the prophecy, he would know what method they used to erase the existence of himself and Kagetatsu.
Thinking this, Demon Head Kijuro immediately activated his future-seeing ability and successfully found a figure in a robe with stitches on his head in the vague chaos.
Demon Head Kijuro smiled and said quietly:
"I've found you, Kenjaku."
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When the sun rose again, the cursed spirit rampage finally stopped. Gojo Satoru didn't know how many cursed spirits he had dealt with overnight—at least seven special grades, which was exhausting enough.
When the exhausted Ijichi sent him to Sendai, Gojo was already dead on his feet. He trudged wearily to the door of the crematorium and saw Megumi Fushiguro, who was also too tired to function.
"Hey, you brat of a teacher, you finally showed up?"
"Calling me that, your teacher will be sad~ And I took down seven special-grade cursed spirits in one night. That was no easy feat."
When Megumi Fushiguro heard this, he finally looked up at him, slightly furrowing his brows. His voice was full of surprise, and his fatigue lessened a bit.
"Seven? I thought it was tough for us to deal with four special grades. So what happened yesterday?"
Gojo Satoru's movement as he drank his coffee suddenly hit a snag. His sunglasses slipped off completely. The playfulness in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by genuine surprise.
"Wait, you already dealt with four?"
"To be precise, it wasn't us. It was Nosaka Locke who did it alone. By the way, he said he's the reincarnation of Nishida Kojūrō Kagetatsu. Have you ever heard that name?"
As soon as he said this, Gojo Satoru had coffee in his mouth, and it instantly burst out with a "Pfft!"
"Pfft! Wait, who?"
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