After the war in the Sendai Barrier concluded, the Jujutsu Sorcerers began to leave in an orderly fashion.
As for the war-torn Sendai battlefield, the Jujutsu Headquarters initially planned to have the Island Nation Government hire Jujutsu Sorcerers for environmental restoration.
The Zen'in Family wholeheartedly supported this.
After all, the Zen'in Family's Bing organization had a Jujutsu Sorcerer, whose strength was around that of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, capable of controlling the earth.
Once this project was approved by the Island Nation Government, the Zen'in Family would definitely get a nice slice of the pie.
However, the Island Nation Government, citing insufficient budget, was only willing to offer a low budget.
Jujutsu Headquarters: Are you trying to fob off a beggar? We're not doing it. If this isn't handled properly and causes social panic, leading to a surge of Cursed Spirits, let's see what you do then.
Island Nation Government: The relevant departments must handle this matter seriously.
The next day, at the relevant department.
A Young Man rushed into the office in a panic.
"This isn't good, Senior!"
"What's the matter, so flustered? Young Man are just too impatient."
Inside the office, an old man was leisurely sipping tea.
"A notice came down from above, telling us to come up with a plan this morning, absolutely no social panic must be caused."
After saying that, the Young Man placed a stack of photos in front of the old man.
Those deep pits and the completely altered terrain appeared before the old man's eyes.
"Heh heh, this time it really was a big commotion."
The old man stroked his beard and said with a chuckle.
"Senior!"
Seeing that the old man was still unhurried, the Young Man grew anxious.
As a part-time "Window", he had not been working long when such a big event occurred, making him very worried.
If social panic were to arise, breeding a large amount of negative emotions and ultimately leading to a surge in Cursed Spirit numbers, it would be bad.
"It's alright, little fellow."
The old man gently waved his hand to soothe the Young Man's emotions, then bent down and rummaged through some items.
"Let me think where it was, last year's plan..."
The old man searched through folders, where documents were archived in several copies.
Each copy corresponded to a department that inspected at the end of the year.
"Ah, found it."
The old man pulled out a file, skillfully made a copy, then picked up a pen and scribbled on it.
Finally, this document was handed to the Young Man.
"Here, just submit it according to this plan."
The old man chuckled as he handed the Young Man the document with slight alterations.
Then he skillfully archived the document and drank his tea.
The Young Man looked at his composed Senior with admiration, then lowered his head to look at the... gas explosion report in his hand.
"Senior?"
"What's wrong?"
The Young Man picked up the photos, pointing to the pockmarked, damaged site, where even the terrain had changed.
"Can this be caused by a gas explosion?"
He felt that the people of the Island Nation probably, maybe, wouldn't believe it.
And just how massive would a gas explosion have to be to cause such damage?
"It's fine, it's fine. Just report a larger scale later. We are one of the top three earthquake-prone countries in the world, so a few more gas explosions are quite reasonable, aren't they?"
The old man smiled, indicating that it was no problem and everyone would believe it.
"But... but many people said the wind was particularly strong that night, strong enough to blow people away."
The Young Man hesitated for a moment before speaking.
A gleam suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.
"There was wind too?"
"There was wind."
The Young Man nodded.
"Very strong?"
"Very strong."
"How strong?"
"It was... in short, it was really an uncommonly strong wind."
The Young Man was trying hard to describe the sudden strong wind.
Slam.
The old man slammed his teacup on the office desk.
"Isn't that even better?"
"Huh?"
The Young Man froze in place.
"As a country beloved by typhoons, every time a typhoon approaches the mainland, it always turns to visit us. Is it reasonable for a typhoon to suddenly appear?"
"Rea... reasonable?"
The Young Man sounded a bit unconfident.
"Very reasonable."
The old man affirmed.
"A typhoon suddenly appears, causing natural destruction to the area, leading to numerous gas explosions. Is that reasonable?"
The old man continued to induce.
"Reasonable!"
At this moment, light appeared in the Young Man's eyes.
"Exactly, that's very reasonable. Do you know how to write the plan now?"
"I do! Thank you very much, Senior!"
"Good, very spirited. Now, go write the report!"
Seemingly infected by the Young Man's loud and energetic response, the old man also straightened his back and gave instructions solemnly.
"Yes, Senior!"
The Young Man turned and left the office.
The office door, in the Young Man's eyes, now seemed like a gateway to a new world... In Mutsu, the northernmost part of the Island Nation's northwest region.
Eichi, wearing a black cloak, sat on Nue, constantly scanning the ground.
Numerous Rabbit Escapes on the ground were also continuously searching for clues.
Eichi was looking for Kenjaku's Treasure Trove.
Many things, in fact, were just not thought of; once thought of, they instantly became clear.
After the war in the Sendai Barrier, Eichi suddenly realized that the 10 million Cursed Spirits and numerous ancient powerhouses Kenjaku had collected were not trouble at all.
They were clearly a Treasure Trove.
More tempting than the Golden Rooster King's Treasure Trove.
Ryu Ishigori had joined Eichi's faction at his persuasion.
This battle-loving fellow immediately agreed to join after hearing that there were at least four people at the High School who could satisfy his hunger.
Uro Takako, this stubborn person, currently had some loosening of her thoughts.
But she still needed to be corrupted by fried chicken... no, to be enlightened for a period.
Currently, Uro Takako had been taken to the High School by Medea and handed over to Yaga Masamichi, who loved educating students, for training.
It was believed that Yaga Masamichi, who could raise such adorable pandas, would surely take good care of Uro Takako.
Yaga Masamichi:...Why send a woman who never wears clothes to me?
Fortunately, although Uro Takako did not wear clothes, she always used her Technique to cover herself with space like a blanket.
So, while a bit alluring, it wouldn't make people lose control and make mistakes.
"Why isn't it here?"
Eichi looked strangely at the Mutsu region, which he had searched thoroughly several times.
Although more than ten years had passed, he didn't remember many details.
But Eichi still remembered that the Mutsu region had one of the 10 barriers of the Culling Game.
Tokyo, Sakurajima, Mutsu, Sendai... but Eichi searched everywhere and couldn't find any trace of the barrier.
Not the large barrier of the Culling Game, but Kenjaku's small Treasure Trove barrier where he hid Cursed Spirits and Cursed Objects.
At this moment, Kenjaku, who had been tirelessly inspecting and reinforcing the hidden features of his small Treasure Trove for several consecutive days.
"Phew, this is the last one."
Kenjaku wiped the sweat from his forehead.
These past few days, he had rushed to his small Treasure Troves across the country at the fastest speed to inspect them, fearing that another one might have been stolen.
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