Chapter 151
“I also want to stay.”
Hachiman Hikigaya said as he got up from the ground, frantically wiping at the corner of his mouth with the bottom hem of his short-sleeved shirt.
Snow之下 Yukino looked at him for a moment longer but ultimately remained silent, turning her gaze toward the rescued couple.
They seemed to have noticed Rin Qi and company as they hurried over, waving.
“Uh, did you guys save us?”
After a moment, the couple approached the three of them, with the boy panting heavily while asking.
The couple looked very young, perhaps college students who had originally planned to go on a date during the holiday, only to unexpectedly encounter a curse attack on the city.
“Yes,” replied Lin Qi, cutting him off as he raised his hand and spoke directly, “Don’t ask too many questions. Just stay here; we will clear out the monsters nearby. As long as you stay here, you’ll be safe.”
He did not want to waste precious time comforting survivors.
The boy was momentarily speechless but wisely held his tongue.
After all, these people had just saved him and his girlfriend, and their appearance suggested they were specialists in handling such creatures. It was best to follow their instructions.
“Since we have made our decision, let’s start acting upon it,” Lin Qi said, turning to look at Yukinoshita Yukino and Hachiman Hikigaya, who had already repositioned themselves. “Split up; you two, take the left part of the street. I’ll take the right part.”
“Okay.”
“I understand.”
The group separated into three parts, quickly disappearing from sight, leaving the couple alone on the desolate street. A chill crept through with the summer night’s warm wind, carrying the pungent scent of blood.
The girl clung tightly to her boyfriend, burying her head in his chest. Amidst the silence, she murmured bewilderingly, “Yukitsugu, do you think we can survive?”
“Of course we can!”
The boy tightly hugged his girlfriend and expressed his firm belief.
…
“Although it’s once again a hundred demon night parade…”
A man with a brown overcoat and a beard gripped the handle of his sword, tense muscles coiling, and a sharp icy glint flashed as he pulled the sword cleanly slicing a curse spirit in front of him into two pieces.
“But this time, there are too many of them!”
Before the blade could be returned to its scabbard, another curse spirit rushed at him with claws, aiming to tear him apart.
The sword swung back, delivering a diagonal strike, evading the curse spirit’s claws, severing its arm. Finishing with a flourish, he pierced the curse spirit’s chest with the tip of his sword.
Above, an oddly shaped bird screeched and dived toward the man.
“Hmm…”
In the next moment, a massive figure collided with the bird like a discharged cannonball, smashing it down. A paw reached out, effortlessly crushing the curse spirit’s head.
“Satoru, remember to survey your surroundings before showing off,” said Panda, his voice thick with sincerity.
“Oh, thanks, Panda.” With a nod, Satoru plunged towards the next curse spirit.
“Ha! You should’ve let that bird poke a hole through its skull!” exclaimed Zenin Masaki, laughing as he slashed at a much larger curse spirit with his staff.
The red-painted staff whirled, leaving behind a flurry of shadows akin to a dragon spiraling among the mist, striking deep craters into the grotesque body assembled from fat chunks of flesh.
The curse power of the special-grade cursed tool flowed through into its body, detonating in layers as it smashed onto the back of the curse spirit’s head, exploding it into fragments.
“That curse spirit must have been Grade 2… the Yashiro family truly has overlooked something here,” observed Satoru as he watched the smooth and swift movements of Zenin Masaki.
“Down!”
Just as he lauded Zenin’s might, an amplified wave of sound washed over, all the curse spirits within hearing distance being abruptly crushed by an intensified gravity. Purple blood spurted from their battered bodies.
Gokon Dogukan pulled out a throat spray, spraying it into his mouth twice.
“It’s been a long time since Dogukan became a Grade 2 sorcerer, gaining a lot of experience. Panda too—this year’s second-year students are really strong.”
While admiring this spectacle, Satoru began to lazily float around, looking over on the other side of the road where a graceful silhouette stood, long white hair tied into a plait over one shoulder. Each of her dynamic movements revealed a breathtaking allure, whether it was her slender waist or her robust hips.
“Even Yui seems quite determined. She’s killed nearly forty curse spirits now, hasn’t she?”
“She’s on her forty-seventh kill. Since I’m not like you and I deal by results, mine counts differently.”
Though the axe in her hand looked heavy, she wielded it with powerful force, the sheer violence paired with her delicate feminine stance creating an indescribable impact.
As she cleaved another curse spirit in half, Yui shook her head, and her white braid danced like a white rose blooming on a battlefield.
…
After school, then become a jujutsu sorcerer:
This is a main passage, where numerous curse spirits gather, making it also attract the most jujutsu sorcerers.
It can be said that this is the main battleground of the hundred demon night parade.
There are two first-grade sorcerers, two second-grade sorcerers, and even a fourth-grade sorcerer whose strength matches a second-grade. Such formations can hold their own anywhere.
“There’s plenty of room left, under these circumstances, clearing this spot of monster would just be a matter of time,” Satoru stated casually. “All we need is to avoid a special grade here.”
Yet, the temperature around spiked drastically.
An orange-red light suddenly appeared beneath everyone’s feet.
“Burning hot! Quickly get away from the red circle on the ground!”
Satoru reacted instantly, dodging aside. The people followed his lead and scattered.
However, what they saw wasn’t some infrared beam, but rather the coloration from a hot-asphalt road surface melting to a liquid state.
The instant Satoru moved, an enormous fiery column shot up, nearly costing him his life if not for the timely reaction.
Five columns illuminated a darkened sky, temperatures continuing to soar.
“Five sorcerers, not even one is a special grade?” a condescending voice echoed, “Does this mean there’s no one left other than Satoru Gojo?”
Leohou leaped from above to land in front of them.
This is… a special-grade!
At this moment, everyone felt a dire threat.
