"Photo?"
Fushoku stepped out from the groove in the wall, her tone devoid of any emotion. Her lifeless eyes simply watched Naobito, who was about to seize her.
Having absorbed a vast amount of human flesh and blood, Fushoku had also acquired a portion of human memories, and her brain, composed of Cursed Energy, began to operate at high speed.
"Dazing off? It seems you really look down on me."
A cold light flashed in Naobito's eyes, and he quickly pulled a small glass bottle from his pocket.
That was the magical little prop Naobito had mentioned, which could lure Fushoku out—a sealed cursed object mixed with Fushoku's Cursed Energy from thirty years ago.
This was a sealed cursed object fortified by more than ten First-Grade Sorcerers. Not only could it attract Fushoku's attention, but it could also take the opportunity to seal her. It was Naobito's insurance. Otherwise, he would have left long ago.
As the head of the Zenin clan, how could he possibly charge in alone like a reckless youth to deal with a troublesome Special Grade Cursed Spirit?
"That is?" Fushoku's gaze was drawn to it.
"Now's the chance!"
Naobito's palm reached out once more, trying to touch Fushoku's body. As long as he could make Fushoku pause and enter the 'photo state' for violating the rules of his Cursed Technique, he could seal this Cursed Spirit.
Boom!
Dust and stones flew everywhere. Countless shattered stone bricks fell to the ground.
What? A miss?
Naobito's pupils constricted.
"This chance... is it really that good?" Fushoku's voice rang out from behind Naobito, her voice filled with coldness.
Cursed Rot!
Fushoku spread her hands and tightly embraced Naobito's back.
The next second—
Splat!
Naobito's body rapidly turned a sickly blue-green. The Cursed Energy coating his body and the Crystal Membrane were instantly disintegrated by the corrosive Cursed Energy.
He could feel his kidneys being corroded first. If she continued to touch him...
"Get off me! Cursed Spirit!"
Ignoring the black blood flowing from his nose and ears, Naobito gathered Cursed Energy and smashed it backward. The massive force, however, hit nothing but air.
Naobito's body was sent flying backward by his own momentum. At this moment, he could no longer stand up. He had lost all sensation in his legs.
"You old geezer!"
In his emotions, Jotaro was suddenly licked by the Toad Cursed Spirit's tongue. The rotting Cursed Energy disintegrated the final crystal barrier formed by Jotaro's remaining Cursed Energy.
Fushoku picked up the small glass bottle from the ground.
"I see. Is this a part of me? Moreover, it has a sealing Cursed Technique added to it." Fushoku said coldly.
Her Cursed Technique was originally just a simple enhancement of corrosive Cursed Energy. Now, having evolved from a disgusting, ugly twin cursed womb into a true Cursed Spirit, Fushoku's innate technique had gained a terrifying effect—she could obtain the target's memories from the past five minutes and their movements for the next fifteen seconds through attacks and contact.
Fushoku swallowed the glass bottle in one gulp.
Nothing happened.
"My other half, eat them. They are high-level Jujutsu Sorcerers of humanity. After eating them, you will be able to break through this ugly cursed womb form faster."
The humanoid Fushoku looked at the Toad Cursed Spirit, her eyes showing no emotion.
The Toad Cursed Spirit opened its mouth, which was filled with a foul stench and lined with row upon row of multi-layered teeth. Its long tongue, covered in human eyes, reached toward the unconscious Naobito on the ground.
The moment the tongue was about to touch Naobito's cheek—
"I've really grown old and useless, hahaha... Come out, all of you." Naobito murmured weakly.
The next second, cold flashes of light carved out crescent-shaped slashes.
Boom!
Fifteen Semi-First-Grade Sorcerers from the Zenin clan's secret disposal unit, the Mikuriyo, launched a synchronized attack, slicing the Toad Cursed Spirit's tongue into several segments.
"Clan Head, we've brought the item."
A member of the Mikuriyo, wearing a special training uniform, placed a sandalwood box into Naobito's hands.
Before the box could even be settled, a deafening roar echoed from the sewers in the distance.
Fushoku was naturally not a Cursed Spirit who would sit idly by. The moment she sensed the appearance of such a large number of sorcerers, she immediately raised her hand.
"The flesh and blood of these humans will be enough for you to promote into a true Cursed Spirit." Fushoku extended her hand.
"Squeak squeak!"
An endless wave of rats surged out from the shadows of the sewers like a tide.
"Everyone, protect the Clan Head and Harada-san immediately. Formation One!" The captain of the Mikuriyo team spoke calmly.
Ten Mikuriyo members surrounded the two, merging their Cursed Energy to form a barrier, while the remaining five took up strange half-crouching stances.
"Squeak squeak!"
The wave of rats had already surged forward like a black mass.
"Slay!"
"Slay!"
"Slay!"
"Slay!"
"Slay!"
Endless slashes, infused with the Cursed Energy of the fifteen men, flew toward the rat wave. For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The sound of long swords slashing into the rotting bodies of the rat Cursed Spirits was constant.
The corrosive Cursed Spirit blood splashed onto the Cursed Energy barrier, making a sizzling sound.
The Toad Cursed Spirit looked toward Fushoku from the edge of the rat wave.
"Hungry... want to eat! Want to eat!"
Fushoku glanced at the Toad Cursed Spirit. In just twenty minutes, she had completely adapted to the human way of thinking.
She immediately made a judgment: such a large number of sorcerers would likely use a sealing technique to seal her. The reason the sealing technique in the small glass bottle earlier hadn't had any effect was that it hadn't been activated by Naobito's Cursed Energy.
But now, standing before her was a group of living humans.
"Fine." A light flashed in Fushoku's eyes.
The next second.
"Domain Expansion: Acidic Womb Cage!"
Vroom!
Everyone was instantly trapped in individual cages, with strong acid dripping down the bars.
"Everyone, cast Simple Domain, fast!"
The Mikuriyo captain's pupils shrank, realizing that this Cursed Spirit had an agile human mind and could not be exorcised like an ordinary Cursed Spirit.
In two cages at the edge, Jotaro looked weakly at Naobito.
"What's in that box of yours?"
Jotaro looked at Fushoku, that Cursed Spirit probably wouldn't treat two old men with no combat ability as high-priority targets... at least not before killing all the Zenin guards.
Naobito exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. "This is a treasure... specifically for... breaking Cursed Techniques. A Special Grade Cursed Tool—God's Punishment. I brought this thing specifically to use at a time like this. Just you watch."
Naobito's hand trembled due to the effects of the corrosive toxin. His trembling hand slowly opened the box.
A single slip of paper lay quietly inside the box.
Naobito picked up the paper.
"Bastard old man, why didn't you bring out such a good toy earlier? I've taken it out to play—Naoya."
(End of Chapter)
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