Chapter 45

Because of Ieiri Shoko's reminder, Gojo Satoru looked out of the car window.

The person who was describing the information that I was studying suddenly appeared in front of me. It was very strange. Moreover, among so many people, how could I see him at the first sight?

However, when Gojo Satoru looked over, he realized that it was very difficult not to notice such a person.

The descriptions on paper will always pale in comparison to truly beautiful things.

It's not like Gojo Satoru had never seen a beauty before. The store manager he just met was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, as dazzling as the rising sun. But the person in front of him was a completely different type from the store manager, as if covered with a thin layer of moonlight, but upon closer inspection, the moonlight was not soft, but as sharp as a sword.

Such a person is extremely dazzling wherever he goes. At this moment, he is being stopped by passing tourists and asked various questions.

"Hey, the attire you're wearing? This is to better prepare for the battlefield."

"Please forgive me. I am not very good at dressing myself up. Being beautiful is not always an advantage."

"I'm looking for... a monster called a cursed spirit. It's the sword's responsibility to destroy that monster."

The tourists even thought he was an NPC with a background story in tourism promotions and wanted to pull him over to take a photo together. However, just when they were about to pull him over, the hem of his clothes slipped away from their hands.

The young man wearing the golden tassels on his head smiled and said, "There's no need to leave photos behind. It will leave some bad vibes. Okay, let's end this conversation here. Beautiful Ji Jun, I'm leaving now."

Some strange conversations were heard by several people in the car. After confirming the key words, it was at least clear that he was indeed an insider.

Hearing that he was leaving, Xia Youjie immediately wanted to get off the car: "Ms. Aoko, I want to get off the car. Wu will go with me. Gaozi, you go with Miss Aoko first."

Because the targets described were different, Geto Suguru suspected that this was a group of multiple people, so he wanted to follow them to find out. Since it was tracking, the more people there were, the easier it would be to expose the target. Ieiri Shoko also knew that she was not good at this, so she obediently followed Gojo Aoko to the Jujutsu Association.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru tacitly pretended to be passers-by and followed the young man, watching him go around in circles and visit more than a dozen places.

Geto Xiayou felt that the other party must be afraid of being followed, so he changed locations to try to get rid of people. If it were an ordinary sorcerer, he might have been fooled by him, but fortunately Gojo Satoru's six eyes could confirm that the cursed power he possessed was indeed unusual.

At this time, the young man was buying tourist souvenirs on the nearby streets, saying that they were small accessories inherited from Chang'an, a flower-growing family.

"Jie, do you feel..." Gojo Satoru vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Xia Youjie was carefully observing the details of the transaction on the other side. He suspected that this was a means of exchanging information under the name of a transaction. He was thinking about whether he should send a cursed spirit to follow the vendor after the man left.

However, the young man with an elegant appearance did not spend too much time on shopping and soon left again. The duo followed him all the way to an empty alley.

The young man in armor suddenly stopped. At this time, the sun was setting sharply, which was exactly the time of the devil recorded in ancient scriptures.

"If you two young men are free, please come out and help the old man show the way. It is better to leave the investigation to the short sword."

Seeing that they had been discovered, the two men simply stood up openly.

However, just as the young man with his back to the two of them slowly turned around, the two of them gasped. A horn suddenly protruded from his raven-like black hair. His eyes, which were originally as clear as moonlight, were now stained with a blood-like color. A dark white bone spur protruded from his clothes at his elbow.

What a strange and beautiful scene in the dim environment.

With the help of the six eyes, Gojo Satoru could see the changes in the cursed energy at that moment. It was different from the originally bright and sharp cursed energy. At this time, the cursed energy was like being covered with a layer of black mist.

But even so, the expression on the young man's face has never changed. In his half-closed eyes, the crescent moon is reversed, but his smile is the same as always: "Oh, oh, I seem to have scared the children. Although it is dirty, I am still me. Don't worry that I will hurt you."

As he spoke, he took off the knife from his waist and unsheathed the long blade. The bright light of the knife made Geto Suguru think that the other party was going to start attacking them, but Gojo Satoru held down Geto Suguru's action as he was about to call out the curse spirit.

He looked at the crescent-shaped blade pattern on the blade, somewhat incredulous. The last time Gojo Satoru was so surprised was when he knew that the city had consciousness, but there was no way his eyes could be wrong about his own ritual vessel: "You are, Mikazuki Munechika?!"

Seeing that Gojo Satoru recognized it, the young man sheathed his sword and continued smiling: "Ahahaha, Master Satoru still remembers me. I am really honored."

Mikazuki Munechika is a famous sword with a thousand-year history, and was also a sacrificial vessel lost by the Gojo family not long ago.

There are many legends about monsters in the country of Neon, and there are also stories about objects that become soul-turned gods after a long time, but as a sorcerer, Gojo Satoru needs to know some inside stories, such as the decline of Onmyoji, the decline of spiritual power in the world, and monsters retreating to the world of monsters.

Without spiritual power, there would be no Tsukumogami, so Gojo Satoru never thought that his own sacrificial vessel had really grown legs and ran away.

If the curse weapon had consciousness, wouldn't all the embarrassing things I did in front of it be seen? Who would be afraid of a knife? Fortunately, I basically never used the curse weapon. No, when I wanted to anger the elders at home, I took the sacrificial weapon and ran out to play.

Did he say anything shameful at that time? Gojo Satoru couldn't remember clearly, but looking at the smiling face of the Tsukumogami in front of him, he was sure that the other party was a character with a dagger hidden behind his smile.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his nose, forgot about his embarrassing past, and tried to get back to the point: "Mikazuki, so how did you become a human? And how do you explain your current appearance? This is going to make the old oranges want to purge you."

Mikazuki Munechika blinked and said, "How should I put it? To put it simply, I was halfway through my dark fall and was stopped. A kind-hearted person asked me to come out and look for medicine to cure my illness."

What is the dark fall, what is the kind-hearted person, and the medicine for curing the disease. Xia Yujie really wanted to complain that Mikazuki Munechika said it too simply, but he thought of a possibility. Although Fusangshen is the last of the gods, as long as it is a god, it must be a pure and clear existence. However, the cursed power of the sorcerer is not a good thing. The cursed power transformed from negative emotions can only be turned into a weapon in the hands of a sorcerer with special talents.

In other places, negative emotions can make people lose control of their emotions. The cursed spirits created by the gathering of cursed energy are even more threatening to human life. Even a small cursed spirit as small as a fly's head can make people feel physically uncomfortable. So what about cursed instruments that have been soaked in cursed energy for a long time?

Gojo Satoru could naturally think of what Geto Xiayou could think of, and his expression became very strange: "Mikazuki, the dark fall you mentioned, is it related to the infiltration of cursed power?"

Gojo Satoru's question made Tsukumogami silent for a moment, and his eyes, which were filled with crescent moons, drooped: "What if I say yes?"

"Then I will release all the cursed weapons that may contain tsukumogami. We can make new cursed weapons, but tsukumogami that already have intelligence should not be contaminated by cursed power." Gojo Satoru said without hesitation because he was confident that his friends and partners were around him. With a group of like-minded and powerful people together, he believed he could accomplish anything.

Xia Youjie also nodded in agreement: "What Wu wants to do is what I want to do."

After hearing the two's answers, the beautiful Tsukumogami suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, I've remembered Master Wu's promise, but there's no need. There are very few companions who can become Tsukumogami, and we will find our own family by ourselves."

Wiping away the tears from his laughter, Mikazuki Munechika's expression became a little serious: "But I recognize your determination and believe that you have the courage to go to the battlefield together, so do you want to come along?"

The two students from the technical high school naturally nodded fearlessly, and then Mikazuki Munechika told them a somewhat unbelievable story.

The dark fall of the Tsukumogami was indeed caused by the infection of cursed energy, but it was not the cursed energy that sorcerers used to guide cursed instruments as a means of attack, but the cursed energy that came from cursed spirits.

The three great families have spies who help the cursed spirits. They have been infusing the cursed spirits' cursed power into several swords that are about to give birth to tsukogami, thereby infecting the tsukogami's divine bodies and causing them to corrupt and become helpers of the cursed power.

But fortunately, a kind-hearted adult stopped this process, interrupted the dark fall, and awakened the Tsukumangami in advance.

However, the spiritual power to awaken the Tsukumogami is not enough, and each time it is only enough to transform one blade, and when it encounters a demon, the sword will appear dark and fallen. Because the power comes from the same source, sorcerers who can only see the aura of cursed power will think it is a person when chasing after it.

And today, it is time for Mikazuki Munechika to go out and look for his enemies.

In a storehouse somewhere in Kyoto, a handsome young man was wiping the porcelain on the shelf one by one with a soft white cloth. In his hand was a piece of top-quality porcelain that had sailed across the ocean during the Heian period. Even after a thousand years, the exquisite craftsmanship had never faded.

As I was rubbing, a floral scent suddenly appeared in the air, the scent of tung flowers.

The graceful maid appeared out of nowhere, holding a sharp ancient knife in her hand: "Sir, won't you give them a hand today?"

The young man frowned: "Tong Hua, don't bring sharp weapons into this warehouse. The guys here are very fragile."

When the maid wrapped the blade with a soft cloth again, the young man relaxed his brows and said slowly, "If it is an ordinary sword, it needs a skilled craftsman to sharpen it."

"If you have already become the sword of the god of mourning, then you need to find the target yourself and sharpen the blade for yourself."

(End of this chapter)