Unlike the fierce battle raging underground, the fighting on the surface of Shibuya resembled something else entirely.
A one-sided extermination.
A brutal cleanup operation carried out with cold precision.
High above the streets—
Yagami Sora hovered in mid-air.
Black wings spread behind him.
Each slow beat of those wings generated violent air currents that scattered dust and debris across the ruined intersection.
His gaze swept across the battlefield.
Cold.
Emotionless.
Like a god observing mortals from the heavens.
Below him—
The grotesque monsters that had been hunting civilians minutes earlier were now screaming.
These creatures were transfigured humans, victims twisted by cursed techniques into grotesque weapons.
Their bodies had once belonged to ordinary people.
Now they were nothing more than malformed tools of slaughter.
But now—
They were being slaughtered themselves.
"Vector Manipulation — Wind Blade."
Yagami Sora flicked his hand casually.
As if brushing dust from the air.
SWISH. SWISH. SWISH.
Invisible ripples spread through the atmosphere.
The air itself transformed into countless razor-sharp blades.
The monsters froze mid-charge.
Then—
Their bodies separated.
Arms.
Legs.
Heads.
All sliced apart instantly.
Their remains scattered across the asphalt like broken mannequins.
There was almost no blood.
The wounds had been cauterized instantly by the compressed airflow.
The cuts were too clean.
Too precise.
It looked less like violence—
And more like an elegant execution.
Behind a collapsed car—
Several Jujutsu auxiliary managers watched the scene unfold.
Their radios slipped from their hands.
They had come prepared for disaster.
Prepared to sacrifice themselves if necessary.
But what they were seeing now…
Was not a battle.
It was eradication.
"Th-this…"
One of them stammered.
"This is Special Grade level…?"
"Stop staring."
Yagami Sora's voice echoed through the street.
Not loud.
But impossible to ignore.
"Evacuate the civilians."
"Take the survivors to the safe zones."
"I'll handle the rest."
The auxiliary managers snapped back to reality.
"R-Right!"
They immediately sprang into action.
Helping the injured.
Carrying children.
Supporting the elderly.
Guiding terrified civilians away from the battlefield.
The chaos gradually began to stabilize.
Sora's attention shifted toward another street.
Several blocks away.
A sinister presence lurked there.
Cold.
Sticky.
Malicious.
A curse user.
"Honestly…"
Sora muttered.
"Hiding in the shadows is one thing."
"But showing up tonight?"
"Do you have a death wish?"
His body vanished.
Leaving only a fading black afterimage.
The next second—
He appeared behind a masked man.
The curse user was raising a cursed blade.
Preparing to attack a lone civilian girl.
"Does bullying the weak make you feel powerful?"
The voice behind him froze his blood.
The man tried to turn around.
But he couldn't move.
His body was pinned to the ground by crushing invisible pressure.
Every bone in his body groaned.
Like a mountain had suddenly been placed on his back.
"Since you enjoy violence…"
Sora said calmly.
"Let me show you what real violence looks like."
Sora placed his hand on the man's head.
"Vector Manipulation — Blood Reversal."
BANG.
The man's blood flow instantly reversed direction.
His blood vessels ruptured simultaneously.
Scarlet liquid erupted from every pore.
Eyes.
Nose.
Skin.
He collapsed instantly.
Convulsed twice.
Then stopped moving.
Sora didn't even look at the corpse.
He had already disappeared.
Across Shibuya—
The curse users began to realize something terrifying.
This night was supposed to be a trap for Gojo Satoru.
A chance to earn reputation.
To hunt sorcerers.
But they had made a fatal mistake.
Because another monster was present tonight.
One even more terrifying.
Gojo Satoru might hesitate because of civilians.
He might restrain his power.
But Yagami Sora didn't need to.
Because he could eliminate threats before they touched a single hostage.
He didn't follow rules.
He was the rule.
One curse user collapsed to his knees.
Throwing away his weapon.
"Please!"
"I surrender!"
"I was just hired!"
"I only did it for money!"
"Surrender?"
Sora walked toward him slowly.
His eyes contained no pity.
No anger.
No emotion at all.
"Sorry."
"We're not accepting surrenders tonight."
"Because this…"
Black wings spread behind him.
Blotting out the moonlight.
"…is a purge."
"Accelerator."
BOOOOM.
A massive storm exploded outward.
The curse user—
Along with the surrounding ruins—
Was swallowed instantly by violent air currents.
When the storm dissipated—
Nothing remained.
No body.
No ash.
Only empty street.
Silence returned to the battlefield.
Yagami Sora stood alone in the middle of the road.
His white shirt fluttering in the night wind.
Not a single drop of blood stained him.
The street had been completely cleansed.
All evil scattered by the wind.
This—
Was the power of a Special Grade sorcerer.
This—
Was Yagami Sora's purge.
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