Super Curse

Under the sunlight, a black shadow was cast under the object, but this shadow was a little too dark.

The person in front of him stretched out a hand and placed it on his shoulder, but this time he didn't do it lightly, but instead he was secretly exerting force.

Fushiguro Megumi looked down in surprise.

The two shadows beneath his feet merged together, surging and expanding, and from the strong aura of curse that burst out from them, he could vaguely sense that something was about to emerge.

The black color was still expanding, and the barrier of the academy was continuously issuing sharp warning sounds because it sensed the unrecorded aura of curse.

The harsh sound could not interrupt the solemn expressions of the two people. Almost without hesitation, Ye Mo Zhengdao controlled the Curse Skeleton and rushed forward.

But before he could pull the two men away, the black color expanded rapidly as if it had life, surging like soft cloth, and gradually formed a huge black cocoon.

"What's going on?" Ieiri Naoko did not approach rashly, but although she was still a little sleepy, she was now completely awake.

She quickly took out her cell phone and called Gojo Satoru. Upon hearing the barrier alarm, the second-year students who were training on the other side of the school also ran over.

"Don't come over!" Ye Mo Zheng Dao shouted.

The pandas barely stopped, but they could see the black cocoon from a distance. The black cocoon grew bigger and bigger, and finally became as tall as a building.

"What's going on?" the panda asked. "This is terrible. Is this aura... a curse?"

“Salmon.”

The barrier sounded an alarm, indicating that an unknown cursed spirit had invaded. So the three of them took up their weapons and stood guard.

The black cocoon gradually stopped changing, but continued to beat slowly and regularly, like a beating heart.

Before the light in her vision was completely taken away, Fushiguro Megumi felt the hand on her shoulder tighten a little more. The person in front of her seemed to be losing strength, and pressed most of his body against her.

The shadow under his feet was like mud, and the feet that were originally standing gradually sank. At the same time, the magic power was completely absorbed in an instant, and even if the body slowly recovered the magic power, it would be taken away immediately.

He was conscious and could clearly feel the sinking sensation. Zenin Hui looked at the nervous expression of the person in front of him and whispered, "Please."

He didn't know what was in the shadow, but Zenin Kei understood that now that he had lost his cursed power and was unable to move, he could only rely on the young man in front of him.

"What happened? Why is this happening?" Fushiguro Megumi asked anxiously, "Teacher Zenin, what should I do?"

The young man forced himself to calm down. He still simply thought it was an attack from an unknown curse. Looking at the person in front of him sinking more and more, he could only half-kneel down.

After hugging the neck of the person in front of him tightly with both hands, Fushiguro Megumi realized that this action was useless. The face in front of him closed his eyes slightly, as if he had given up the struggle.

Unconsciously, the black shadows formed a closed space. But Fushiguro Megumi was unexpectedly able to see clearly what was inside. He stretched out his hands to support the ground, trying his best but still unable to stop sinking.

The black "liquid" gradually sank to his chest. Fushiguro Megumi grabbed the hand tightly, and then he felt a strong sense of crisis, which made him feel creepy.

That was the aura of an unknown and powerful curse. The "curse" that was nurtured by the power of the curse was finally born.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the shadows. There were two black lines on its wrist, and its red nails were sharp and slender, and it did not look like a human.

The hand groped around, then tightly grasped the black-haired young man's neck. The sharp fingertips sank into the skin, and several lines of blood slid down.

Soon, another hand appeared. After scratching the ground, the creature in the shadow tried to climb out.

But it was because of this hand that he stopped falling. The sense of crisis made Fushiguro Megumi want to escape subconsciously, but he still held that hand tightly.

The hand on his neck deprived him of air, and Zenin Hui could even see the cold sweat dripping down the forehead of the man in front of him. Then he felt his heavy body suddenly become light, and the hand was just like that, pinching his neck and lifting him up.

As if feeling something was not right, the owner of the hand, after standing completely on the ground, used his other free hand to grab the shoulder of the person in front of him and switch positions, but purple and bloody marks were left on the neck.

The new "person" had long, messy pink hair, and his black clothes were tattered and stained with dark, blood-like things.

An ominous curse emanated from his body, and black lines streaked across his pale skin, but his face was very familiar.

Looking at that face, Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but shout in surprise: "Tiger Stick?!"

The "Curse" with long pink hair looked up. He had been struggling to see the black-haired young man's face clearly, and now when he heard the unexpected shout, he responded immediately.

Looking at the strange eyes, Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help but think of the possibility of breaking out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth, and then found that his own cursed power was not enough to support the summoning of the jade dog.

The strong aura of curse, the person in front of him was not the familiar Itadori Yuji, but the King of Curses from a thousand years ago - Ryomen Sukuna.

Unexpectedly, after combing his messy hair, he asked doubtfully: "Tigress, are you calling me?"

The pink-haired figure holding the messy pink hair seemed to be surprised. The person he was holding with one hand, after catching his breath, clenched his fist and swung at him.

The cocoon formed by the shadow suddenly broke, and the bursting black quickly reorganized and then turned into the shape of a jade dog.

"Jade Dog!"

The light in front of her suddenly lit up, and Fushiguro Megumi subconsciously raised her hand to block it. In the afterglow, the pink-haired figure was swept away by the jade dog.

After a loud bang, a building not far away collapsed. The rising smoke blocked the situation at the scene, but the onlookers couldn't help but get nervous when they saw the black-haired young man with an unpleasant face.

Zenin Kei reached out to 005, took out a long knife from his mouth, and quickly leaned over and rushed over.

The sharp tip of the knife was easily grasped by one hand, and the pale hand seemed to react instinctively as it blocked and punched back at the same time.

The remaining buildings on both sides also fell down during the fight. The sun shone directly on her face, and the figure with long pink hair raised her head consciously.

The familiar face with pink hair was taller than the one they knew. Looking at the black patterns on his body and the cursed aura, everyone else felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

That's not Yuji Itadori, that's the Cursed King Ryomen Sukuna.

Although he didn't know what the current situation was, Fushiguro Megumi witnessed all the changes with his own eyes and was anxious to step forward to help.

But just as he took a step forward, a hand reached out from behind and stopped him.

"Gojo-sensei?"

The white-haired young man appeared out of nowhere. He pulled off the black eye mask with one hand, revealing his blue eyes, and smiled easily: "Leave it to me."

That thick aura of curse...is Hisahito controlled?

But as soon as this idea came to mind, Gojo Satoru quickly denied this speculation.

Because the six eyes could see that it was a new and powerful curse. It was different from the curses he had encountered before, but vaguely, it revealed a hint of familiarity.

The coiled snake occupied most of the main road, and the curse that was trapped tightly did not have a strong intention to attack. The pink-haired young man was trapped honestly, and his confused look did not seem fake.

The outstretched hand stopped in place, and Gojo Satoru made an attacking gesture, but when he met those eyes, he thought about it and withdrew his hand.

Zenin Kei remained unmoved by the questioning look. He still held the knife tightly in his hand, and then stepped forward without hesitation, stabbing the "cursed spirit" in the chest, and a liquid similar to blood splashed on his face.

He could not kill the "person" in front of him, nor could he get rid of him, because he was a "curse" created by himself.

Zenin Kei let out a breath, slowed down his breathing, and spoke, "Itadori Yuji."

After blinking, as if recognizing the name, Yuji smiled and said, "Yuji Yuji, you are calling me."

The curse in front of you does not remember anything, but will respond to things that are familiar to you.

Looking at the face so close to him, Yuji looked more serious, then widened his eyes, as if remembering something worth being happy about: "Mei, is it Hui?"

When the name was called out, an invisible "Kuang" was formed. Looking at the expression on that face without any malice, Zenin Hui found it difficult to imagine the relationship between this guy and the curse.

Gojo Satoru was standing very close, so he naturally heard the name. Although he was sure that the curse in front of him was not Ryomen Sukuna, more troublesome things happened.

After all, he had never thought that his student would become a cursed spirit. And the aura of this newborn cursed spirit was at least of a special grade.

"Are you going to breed a new Curse King, Kei?" Gojo Satoru half-jokingly said, "If you can't do it——"

"No."

Before Gojo Satoru could finish, Zenin Kei interrupted him and said, "I can do it myself."

No matter who he is, as long as he is a sorcerer, removing the curse is something he cannot hesitate to do.

But Zenin Kei still has a lot to know.

After pulling out the knife, the original wound healed quickly. Yuji touched his chest, and after the snake let him go, he patted his clothes and looked at the people around him.

"There are so many people here." Yuji saw those complicated looks and said, "Are you looking at me?"

The person in front of him is not Sukuna, but his student Yuji Itadori. No, to be more precise, it should be Yuji Itadori from another world.

A being who died at about the same age as him, and was eventually cursed, or cursed others, and became a special cursed spirit.

If you look closely at the ragged clothes, you can see that the buttons on the chest are gold. This is the uniform of a technical college, but there is a fist-sized hole on the chest, and the damage everywhere seems to prove how horrible this person was before he died.

Zenin Kei closed his eyes and recalled the scene that flashed through his mind. The pink-haired man cursed him with a resentful look, hoping that he would not have a good end.

But after meeting Yuji Itadori, he felt that cursing others was not something that guy would do. Now, looking at "Yuji Itadori" who turned into a curse in front of him, Zenin Kei had to confirm that idea.

The person in front of him cursed him, absorbed his curse power in the shadow, and then successfully hatched into a curse spirit.

After a light sigh, Zenin Hui met Gojo Satoru's solemn gaze and said, "Three days. I will solve this matter in three days."

Gojo Satoru did not answer. He just looked at the person in front of him meaningfully, and then asked specifically: "Do you also think that Yuhito cursed you?"

Zenin Hui did not answer, and he did not even care about the strange expressions of others. He grabbed the newborn curse that was looking around and walked quickly inside.

Tiger Stick, with his neck pulled, faced everyone's gaze while smiling and waving to say hello.