Ow… where could Yuji potentially be? He should be curse hunting with Choso somewhere in Shibuya. If that's the case, then the best place to start looking would be areas with higher concentrations of cursed spirits. If curses gather somewhere, then eventually someone strong enough will show up to exorcise them.
I began walking through the abandoned streets, heading toward the more damaged areas of the city.
The further I went, the emptier everything looked. Broken storefronts, cars were left in the middle of intersections like their drivers had vanished mid-drive. The whole place felt like the aftermath of an apocalypse movie.
After an hour of searching, I finally found something interesting: a skyscraper that overlooked a large part of Shibuya. It was tall enough that from the roof, you could probably see half the district.
A perfect place to aura farm. I said as I begin to imagine myself on top of the skyscraper.
"You know what," I muttered to myself, "I have a training idea."
I decided to give myself a small challenge. Instead of using the stairs, I would climb the skyscraper from the outside. It sounded stupid, but it would also force me to practice cursed energy reinforcement.
"I think this will be great training," I said confidently.
I walked toward the skyscraper, then enhanced my legs with cursed energy and jumped.
My hands grabbed the outer wall, and I immediately pushed upward again, using bursts of cursed energy to leap between the building's structural edges. Glass panels blurred past me as I climbed.
Honestly… this felt neither fun nor boring.
"Ah, well," I sighed mid-climb. "At least I'm getting better at cursed energy reinforcement."
I reached the rooftop in less than a minute.
Standing on top of the skyscraper, I looked across the city.
From this height, I could see almost all of Shibuya. The destroyed streets stretched in every direction, the scars of Sukuna and Maharoga's fight were carved to the landscape, as if a nuke exploded...
And it looked beautiful.
Even the destruction Sukuna caused had a strange beauty to it. I immediately slapped myself. What am I even saying... I can't become another Kashimo, the waffled one
"But still it looks like somebody carved the city with a spoon," I muttered.
I continued staring across the skyline, watching distant flocks of cursed spirits.
And after a few minutes there was nothing left to do.
I already knew I had ADHD, but the urge to do something right now was unbearable. Sitting still was torture. Eventually, I decided to start cataloging every curse I could see from the rooftop, counting their movements and directions just to keep my brain occupied.
After a few hours of messing around and throwing small rocks at random objects on nearby rooftops, I got bored again.
My thoughts drifted.
I got isekai'd… but I never knew Japanese before. Yet now I do.
This must be the memories I got from the past host, but why didn't I get anything else? When I think about it, no character in fiction is ever truly amnesiac. They still know the language. The fact that amnesiac characters can still ask "Who am I?" kind of ruins the writing, doesn't it? As a truly amnesiac character should know nothing. Wait…
Maybe neural pathways are different. Maybe language is stored in a different part of the brain than personal memory.
"Yeah… that might actually make sense," I mumbled to myself while lying on my back at the center of the rooftop.
Completely unaware that something else had already climbed up behind me.
Suddenly, every instinct in my body screamed at me to move.
I jumped sideways without thinking.
A massive claw slammed down exactly where my head had been seconds earlier.
The concrete floor of the skyscraper split open like tofu.
I spun around and stared at the creature that had attacked me.
It looked like a giant werewolf.
Three meters tall, hunched over with long arms and claws that scraped the rooftop with every movement. Its fur was a sick green color, and its mouth stretched too wide across its face.
I blinked.
"Hold on… isn't that Warwick?"
The curse stared back at me.
For some reason, I felt excited but also confused.
Curses were supposed to be manifestations of human negativity, right?
So who the hell felt enough negativity toward the concept of whatever this thing?
The werewolf curse sniffed the air and slowly spoke.
"Food…"
Then it howled.
The sound echoed across the rooftops.
"Stop howling, you beast!" I shouted. "You're hurting my ears!"
His howl was truly loud, maybe the curses cursed technique was sound-based as its howl caused my ears to ring from his howling.
I lunged forward. The curse swung its claws at me immediately, aiming to slice me in half.
I ducked under its arms and slid beneath its legs, then kicked its crotch with everything I had.
The impact launched the creature nearly nine meters into the air before it slammed back down and created a small crater on the rooftop.
"Oof," I muttered. "That must have hurt."
The werewolf curse rolled on the ground, clutching its crotch area.
I tilted my head. "Wait… do curses even have genders?"
I scratched my chin thoughtfully.
"If yes, then I would like to apologize."
The curse groaned like a wounded animal.
Honestly, it looked almost human with the way it rolled on the floor in pain.
I started walking toward it. But something felt off.
Right before I reached it, the curse suddenly lunged forward.
It had been pretending.
I barely dodged the attack and jumped to the side. The creature immediately followed, claws tearing across the rooftop as it chased me.
It didn't give me a second to breathe.
The werewolf leaped into the air, trying to pin me beneath its body.
I kicked it mid-jump.
The impact sent it flying sideways like a baseball.
"Home run," I muttered. I rubbed my neck.
Honestly, I didn't want to use my cursed technique yet. Not because it would be inefficient, but because I wanted to train my hand-to-hand combat and cursed energy reinforcement.
So I sighed and jumped down toward the curse.
It had crashed onto a lower rooftop.
I landed in front of it with a dramatic hero landing.
"Curse," I said calmly, "have you ever heard these words before?"
I inhaled dramatically.
"PLUS ULTRA!"
I punched forward with full cursed energy reinforcement.
At the same time, I activated my cursed technique.
Small explosions erupted behind my fist, launching my punch forward like a rocket.
The impact hit the werewolf curse directly in the face.
Its head exploded like a watermelon. Purple blood splattered across the rooftop as the headless body collapsed.
I watched as the corpse slowly began dissolving into black ash.
Awesome. I had real potential!!!!
During that punch, I had tried to imitate how Gojo and Sukuna channeled their techniques into their punches. Instead of creating flames, I used tiny bursts of explosive fires to accelerate my punches.
Honestly… my cursed technique might be perfect for this style.
But how strong was that curse?
It could probably survive a bullet, which meant it was at least Grade 3.
And I killed it pretty easily.
"Huh," I said thoughtfully. "Maybe I'm stronger than I thought."
I stretched my arms.
"I could probably be compared to people like Higuruma or Takaba."
After that, I began wandering around the city again.
It was completely abandoned.
Naturally, as any sane person would do, I started breaking into random apartments.
I wasn't looking for anything specific. I was just bored. Maybe I would find something fun.
For the next sixteen hours, I wandered through empty buildings, raiding kitchens, opening closets, and occasionally throwing random objects off balconies just to hear them crash.
Eventually, night fell.
I chose a random apartment and prepared a small safe spot to sleep. I spent an entire hour checking the nearby area of the apartment. No curses perfect!
I crawled into the bed and stared at the ceiling.
How did I feel about this situation?
Honestly…
I hated it.
At any moment, a curse could attack me. Even though I killed any nearby, I killed five curses in an hour.
I didn't feel safe at all. But I needed sleep.
After tossing and turning for nearly an hour, I finally drifted off.
The next morning I woke up as the sun rose.
That had been one of the worst sleeps of my entire life.
"Good morning, November 5th," I mumbled.
I got up, stole some food from a nearby market, and ate while walking down the street.
I passed an expensive car dealership.
Rows of luxury cars sat behind glass windows.
"I really want to steal one of those supercars," I said sadly. "But I don't have any keys."
After breakfast, I continued searching the city.
Street by street, Block by block.
During the search, I killed seven low-grade curses.
They were stupid creatures that attacked anything they saw. The smarter curses avoided me, but there were always a few idiots willing to try their luck.
"Do I really look that weak?" I asked myself.
I glanced down at my body.
Kita was short. Very short.
158 centimeters tall and ridiculously light.
"Damn it… every other isekai protagonist becomes a tall, handsome man."
I sighed dramatically.
"And I become a short cute girl."
I continued complaining to myself while walking through the empty streets.
Then I saw movement in the distance.
A humanoid figure. Running fast.
I focused my eyes.
The figure punched a curse.
The curse exploded instantly.
I grinned.
"Aha… found him."
I started running toward him.
Time to start my story.