"That's right, since you want to know about our situation, let's do it this way." The girl nodded, a hint of a smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Utahime Iori swallowed hard, her heart pounding with an ominous premonition.
"What... what do you want to do?"
"I'm going to take you to see my master."
The girl's smile was clean and pure, but in Utahime Iori's eyes, it looked like the grin of a demon.
She said, "To see... Lord Mahito."
….
Contrary to Utahime Iori's expectations, she thought the girl would take her to the outskirts of Kyoto, as it was far from modern society, with fewer electronic products and less chance of being discovered.
However, she never expected the girl to actually take her to the Upper District.
In the ancient capital of Kyoto, there are distinct layers of architectural complexes. Only those with the highest status are eligible to live in the Upper District. There, one architectural complex after another is built in a traditional style; when you walk through them, it feels as if you are in the shogunate era, as though you have returned to ancient times.
Yet modern equipment is not lacking at all. Everyone living here enjoys the country's highest level of comfort; it is a domain that only the supreme rulers of this country can step into.
And now, the girl, an Intelligent Cursed Spirit, had brought her here so brazenly.
Utahime Iori's face darkened as she muttered, "The Jujutsu Higher-Ups really do have spies among you."
Being an Intelligent Cursed Spirit without any identification and yet being able to live here could only mean that someone from the Jujutsu Higher-Ups was pulling strings. Moreover, Utahime Iori was certain that even within the Jujutsu Higher-Ups' internal structure, this person's status must be very high; otherwise, they couldn't have done this so seamlessly.
Not to mention a teacher from Kyoto Jujutsu High like her—even Gojo Satoru hadn't noticed!
Well, Utahime Iori once again suspected Yoshinobu Gakuganji.
"Humans long for immortality, and Master can grant it to them," the girl said calmly. "You shouldn't criticize them; they just want to live."
"Their living is a betrayal of humanity! If you were truly protectors of humanity, you should have killed them directly!" Utahime Iori said coldly.
"Unless necessary, we do not kill."
The girl walked to the gate of the courtyard. Before she could raise her hand to knock, the wind chime by the door rang softly, and the door opened silently.
"If you can catch evidence of their crimes, we won't protect them either. They will go to court, face the condemnation and punishment of human society's laws, and even death."
Utahime was stunned.
These Intelligent Cursed Spirits were actually supporters of the law? Law-abiding citizens?
Was she crazy, or was the world crazy?
One of them had to be, right?
"What kind of protector of humanity does nothing?" Utahime Iori mocked.
She was giving up on herself. If she fell into the hands of this airheaded girl, she was confident she wouldn't reveal any information even if she died. But if she fell into the hands of Mahito, she couldn't guarantee what she might reveal.
In fact, she was already considering suicide, but she feared she wouldn't even get the chance.
This girl's Simple Domain hadn't been deactivated even now!
This move truly shocked Utahime Iori. She suspected that if the Chisato wanted to, she could keep her Simple Domain open twenty-four hours a day.
But why?
Utahime Iori could swear that even Ashiya Sadatsuna, the founder of the New Shadow Style, couldn't do it!
A little girl's head peeked cautiously through the crack in the door. Upon seeing the Chisato, she immediately broke into a smile, but was startled for a moment when she saw Utahime Iori. It wasn't until the Chisato gently stroked the little girl's head that she finally came out from behind the door.
This was a girl as lovely as if carved from pink jade. She had a black bob cut, her hair soft as ice cream. Her large black eyes were full of timidity and curiosity. She wore a red kimono, her sash decorated with large bells, and her small, jade-like feet were clad in tabi socks and boat-shaped geta sandals. She looked like a shrine maiden standing beside a divine statue.
"Big Sister," the little girl called out, casting a cautious glance at Utahime Iori.
Utahime Iori's pupils constricted.
She could see it; this little girl was also a Cursed Spirit, a second Intelligent Cursed Spirit!
Just how many Intelligent Cursed Spirits had the Lord of Curses created?
Her breathing grew rapid as she thought of the worst-case scenario—
—that Intelligent Cursed Spirits had already formed a community.
"Don't worry, I'm taking her to see Master," the girl explained first.
Then she answered Utahime Iori's question:
"After all, we are Cursed Spirits, not humans. We don't know the specific rules of human society. If we intervene randomly, it could very likely lead to an unpredictable future. For that reason, we need a precise means of intervention, and the law is our primary reference."
Utahime Iori felt her throat go dry.
What did the cursed spirit girl mean?
It wasn't that she superficially respected human law, but something much deeper—
—it meant they were already fully prepared to rule over humanity!
And they weren't the type to act recklessly based on mere imagination. Instead, they were practically investigating society, the cultural environment, and ancient rules, then applying methods based on facts.
This wasn't some empty political slogan, but a pragmatic determination to get things done.
How could this not fill Utahime Iori with dread?
Utahime Iori took a deep breath, a cold sneer appearing on her lips.
"How arrogant. Do you really think you can get past Gojo Satoru?"
"Mr. Gojo Satoru is not our enemy," the girl said slowly.
Utahime Iori was stunned.
"He seeks fairness and justice in the Jujutsu World, which doesn't conflict with our goals," the girl said quietly. "On the contrary, if Mr. Gojo is willing, we are prepared to grant him immortality and let him manage the Jujutsu Higher-Ups, allowing him to create the Jujutsu World of his dreams to his heart's content—for a thousand, ten thousand years."
"You've thought it through well, but unfortunately, Satoru will never accept you," Utahime Iori said coldly.
"In that case, we'll kill him," the girl said nonchalantly.
"I guarantee you wouldn't dare say a single word in front of Satoru."
Utahime Iori thought this was just the girl's ignorance, so she mocked her directly.
The girl looked at her quietly, her gaze straight and without the slightest flicker.
She spoke in a clear voice:
"Of course, I know Mr. Gojo could kill me very easily, but that doesn't make me afraid. It's not that I don't know how to fear death; it's just that there is a mission more worthy of reverence than death driving me. No matter how powerful Mr. Gojo is, he cannot shake my will."
Her eyes suddenly ignited with water-blue Cursed Energy, like a surging river. Utahime Iori could even see the image of her own shadow being swallowed by the river in the girl's eyes.
She said solemnly:
"Does a flea jump toward a human because it's full of courage? No, it's because of its ignorance. Only when one understands the fear of death and knows the value of life, yet still decides to move toward death—only then can it be called true courage."
"I can say I'll kill Mr. Gojo without fear, not because I'm unaware of the power gap between us, but because I have already made up my mind. Even if I die, I will bare my blade against Mr. Gojo. This is my resolve."
The girl pushed open the door and walked in.
The little girl looked at Utahime Iori curiously, then was startled by Utahime's suddenly pale face and cautiously pulled her head back, disappearing from the doorway.
Utahime rubbed her face, took a deep breath, and exhaled before finally calming down.
Regardless, she was about to enter the nest of the Intelligent Cursed Spirits, the true location of the Lord of Curses.
The moment her foot stepped into that territory, it would be worth it even if she died!
The rest depends on the Gojo Clan's legendary Six Eyes.
My mission is complete.
Utahime Iori followed the Chisato through the doorway and was suddenly stunned.
Just before stepping through the door, she had caught a glimpse of the scene in the courtyard: a winding path leading to the residential corridor, lined with trees meticulously pruned by a gardener, a small pond nestled among the trees, and a shishi-odoshi fountain in the pond that made an ethereal sound every time the water filled it.
But once she actually stepped through the door, there was a vast courtyard instead—no trees, no pond, and no winding path.
In the middle of the large courtyard was a martial arts field with weapons placed on the side. An old man stood at the edge of the field, glaring at the people on it. There, two twin-like girls in kendo uniforms were swinging bamboo swords with pained expressions.
The old man was still shouting:
"What's with those expressions? Is pain useful? Is it useful at all?!
"You were called the 'Miracle Twins' by Mahito. He has great expectations for you, but look at yourselves! You can't even swing a sword properly! Don't tell me you're better at Cursed Techniques... bullshit! Yayoi Rin is also a typical Jujutsu Sorcerer who focuses on Cursed Techniques, but her swordsmanship is second only to Chisato!"
That door was a spatial teleportation gate?!
Damn, even if the Six Eyes can see through all the flow of Cursed Energy in this world, spatial teleportation is an exception. Spatial teleportation only leaves residues at the point of transfer, and the remaining residues skip through space to reach the other side. If the distance is too great, even the Six Eyes can't see through it.
No wonder this girl could enter the city so openly; she really was prepared for being tracked by the Six Eyes!
Now I'm going to die, and I'll die in a grave that no one knows about.
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