Hearing that, the other two immediately sensed trouble.
They only saw the air ripple faintly at Sōjun Minamoto’s feet, time seeming to freeze for a split second—then came a sharp blow to their calves, followed by searing pain. By the time they processed what had happened, they were already on the ground. When they looked again, the shockwave at Sōjun’s feet had just started to spread outward.
He was still standing in the same spot, as if he hadn’t moved at all.
But...
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Teach them Jujutsu?
That question came out of nowhere.
Sōjun Minamoto paused, then thought—it wasn't impossible.
He needed to familiarize himself with various techniques, but that didn’t mean he had to assimilate them. Assimilating a technique meant relearning and adapting it all over again. He hadn't even fully explored his own Cursed Techniques yet.
He did have plenty of avatars, which made developing multiple techniques simultaneously possible—but wouldn't it...
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The trio returned to Jujutsu High...
What happened next was no longer their concern—they just had to wait for the payment to come through.
Students at Jujutsu High were treated exceptionally well. Tuition was completely free, and during exorcisms, not only were they accompanied by a caretaker, but support staff also handled all logistical matters.
Each mission was a chance to gain real combat experience and earn a bounty, all without facing true danger.
Their only re...
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The three of them felt a renewed sense of hope.
The moment their eyes met, they understood each other without needing to speak.
Riko Amanai counted silently in her mind.
3—2—1—
“Run!”
At once, the three scattered in different directions they had agreed on beforehand.
There were only two Cursed Spirits—at least one of them should be able to catch a breather. As for the other two, it was up to their own skills now. Time to see if all that training...
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Sōjun Minamoto wasn’t in a rush.
That mutt had been with him for ages—ever since the day he first awakened his technique. Sure, it had been a bit forced at the start, but still, something that persistent wouldn’t go down so easily.
He sat cross-legged on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and settled his mind. He extended his perception outward, using the Fly Head as an anchor.
He could sense it—but not clearly enough. The Fly Head wasn’t giving him enough feedback...
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The next day, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
The soft, early light bathed the White Bone Tree, making it appear even more otherworldly. Had the sun risen higher and the light grown stronger, the tree would have become a blinding sea of white.
Especially its crown—during the day, it resembled a miniature sun; at night, a tiny moon.
Sōjun Minamoto rose from beneath the tree.
He had spent the entire night there, witnessing and guiding the course of events.
...
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The middle-aged man turned and walked away.
Sōjun Minamoto stared at his hand, deep in thought. That guy must have some kind of special cursed object on him.
It wasn’t that he secretly activated a technique—he was just far too brazen.
“The village chief was right. We need to be careful around him,” Suguru Geto said quietly as he walked up beside him, eyes on the man's retreating figure.
But Sōjun Minamoto didn’t quite agree. From the way the man had acted, ...
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Only a few seconds had passed since Sōjun Minamoto finished his fight with the Zenin Clan’s guy—whatever his name was.
It had all happened so fast.
Their clash, measured in seconds, began quickly and ended just as fast.
No one else even had time to react.
All they heard was a sudden burst of maniacal laughter.
When they turned around, they saw the young man being held aloft by Sōjun Minamoto, his feet dangling off the ground, swaying slightly like a rag dol...
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At the village chief's house, Sōjun Minamoto was studying the divine statue when he suddenly paused, then broke into a grin. The smile slowly stretched wider, the corners of his mouth lifting.
So they’re finally here.
He now understood the situation back at Jujutsu High.
No wonder those people had the nerve to play games—it must’ve been because backup had arrived, giving them a sense of security.
Sōjun Minamoto quickly pushed the thought aside and refocused on ...
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Deep within Jujutsu High, inside the temple compound...
Bang!
A young man slammed his palm onto the table, ignoring the grim expressions of the elders around him as he barked out:
“What kind of mission needs a Special Grade to waste an entire day? The location isn’t even that far!”
He stepped into the center of the room, his gaze sharp and cold, but the corners of his mouth curled upward with a mocking smile as he swept his eyes over the gathered elders.
...
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Stars dotted the night sky, and a crescent moon hung low on the horizon. The soft moonlight cast a faint glow across the land.
All four of them were still awake, gathered inside the village chief's house.
Silence filled the air.
The night felt like it was dragging on endlessly.
Dealing with the Aragami hadn’t taken long—certainly not as long as Sōjun Minamoto’s dream.
So it was still only the latter half of the night.
Sōjun Minamoto crouched on the ...
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The collapsed shrine, the crumbling Domain, the upright Sōjun Minamoto, and the shattered Aragami—
Together, they painted a strangely harmonious scene.
The Aragami wasn’t dead yet. It was still trying to shift its essence into one of the remaining statues, planning to escape from the man in front of it.
Unfortunately, Sōjun Minamoto and the others had already anticipated this. The trap was set—they were just waiting for the turtle to walk into the jar.
Not even...
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It was already well past midnight. Sōjun Minamoto had just taken a short nap and was now feeling fully refreshed.
He’d figured out the gist of the curse.
The target was indeed a Special Grade Cursed Spirit with a Cursed Technique. From what he could tell, the Technique likely involved manipulating other people’s dreams. Just how far that “manipulation” could go, though, was still unclear.
But one thing was certain—the spirit could forcibly impose dreams on others....
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Evening.
The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, the stars had vanished, and the sky was shrouded in darkness with not a glimmer of light.
Sōjun Minamoto lay on the floor mat, legs together, hands naturally resting at his waist, ready for sleep.
Suguru Geto was on watch for the first half of the night.
The village chief and his wife had already gone to bed. Sōjun Minamoto could hear their steady breathing—his wife was even snoring.
"I'm going to sleep," he s...
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The shrine was a Domain.
An incomplete, half-formed Domain.
From the outside, nothing seemed unusual.
But at that moment, Sōjun Minamoto and Suguru Geto stood surrounded by villagers. The villagers didn’t move or speak, just stared blankly at the two, forming a silent circle.
Sōjun Minamoto opened his Star Eyes and scanned the area. The main hall had completely changed. In his perception, it had been entirely cut off from the real world, no longer existing on the s...
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“Very professional?”
What’s that supposed to mean? More professional than us at exorcising?
Sōjun Minamoto had no idea what the old man’s standard for “professional” even was.
He and Suguru Geto sat by the tea table, watching as the old man bustled around inside, tidying up. Suguru had offered to help, but was politely turned down.
At this point, things were mostly clear. All that was left was to wait until nightfall, when the curse would finally show itse...
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“Go on, get moving! What are you all standing around for? The crops are drying out—go fetch some water!”
An old man with a long-stemmed pipe pushed his way through the crowd, strode up quickly, and squeezed in front of Sōjun Minamoto and Suguru Geto, waving the villagers away.
The crowd scattered without complaint.
The old man took a deep drag from his pipe, visibly pleased, and only after savoring the moment did he speak.
“Been waiting for you two, sirs.”
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Sōjun Minamoto had arranged to head out on a mission with Suguru Geto, but he had no idea that, deep within Jujutsu High’s newly built pagoda, a group of old men were currently huddled behind a shoji screen. Aside from the oldest one, who was absent, the rest hadn’t changed since last time.
It was always the same few who couldn’t stand him.
The candlelight on the walls flickered, casting shadows over faces already shriveled and worn. One of them slammed his hand on the tabl...
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After several rounds of tea and a full spread of dishes, the mood was light and cheerful. It was nice to have this kind of break every now and then, even in the Jujutsu world.
Sōjun Minamoto felt completely relaxed.
Bang~~
There was a sudden commotion from the drinking table, growing louder and drawing everyone’s attention.
It was Shiko Mishima—finally starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.
No one else had ever dealt with this kind of situation before,...
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Tsukumo Yuki glanced at the hand in front of her.
Smack.
She swatted it away and stood up.
"You're really annoying," she said bluntly, then broke into a laugh. "Congrats—our second Special Grade Sorcerer."
The others quickly gathered around Sōjun Minamoto to offer their congratulations. Those who weren’t supposed to be around had already slipped away, and the ones who stayed were genuinely happy for him—not the kind to spoil the moment.
"From now on, we ca...
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Due to Sōjun Minamoto’s overwhelming purification speed, the evaluation match against Yuki Tsukumo was moved to the morning.
The location remained the same—Training Field No. 5.
This time, Yuki Tsukumo and Sōjun Minamoto stood face-to-face at the center.
He glanced around. A crowd had already formed—students and teachers from all grades at Jujutsu High surrounded them. On a raised platform further out stood Masamichi Yaga and a few other elders.
He nodded to Ma...
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Early the next morning...
A calm, unhurried knock came at the door—gentle and without pressure, leaving a good impression.
Sōjun Minamoto had just finished refining his Cursed Energy and was settling his thoughts, returning to a peaceful state of mind.
The Fly Head went to open the door. Reflected in the mirror was a tall woman, casually leaning against the wall with a silver-white skeletal scythe resting on her shoulder.
She wore the standard support staff uniform:...
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After bidding farewell to Suguru Geto and Shiko Mishima, Sōjun Minamoto returned to his dorm. All his clones out in the field stopped what they were doing and began making their way back from their respective locations, eventually merging into one.
His strength was steadily rising. While his body and soul had yet to reach their limits, the threshold for his Cursed Energy had already been broken. Every day, the returning clones brought back a significant number of Curses, and the sigils...
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“What’s the principle behind Cursed Spirit Manipulation?”
Sōjun Minamoto approached Suguru Geto, voicing his curiosity.
Before Geto could respond, Sōjun chuckled to himself.
“There’s no principle. It’s just like perfect control—it simply is. This belongs to the realm of Innate Techniques, an instinct sorcerers are born with.”
What he did have some insight into, though, was the Assimilated Technique.
Realizing he’d asked the wrong question, Sō...
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Time seemed to keep losing value. The more his Cursed Techniques developed, the more there was to refine. And time... was running out.
Sōjun Minamoto could focus on five things at once—not because that was his limit, but because he only had five clones.
So he needed more. More clones, more hands, more results.
As he stepped out of the dorm, a new version of himself emerged with every step. After five steps, five Sōjun Minamotos walked off in different directions. Only th...
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Half a month later, word came from Tengen.
Sōjun Minamoto was training at his residence when he sensed a faint tremor in the barrier. A moment later, a message surfaced in his mind. These barriers served as Tengen’s eyes and ears, and Sōjun Minamoto had already prepared countermeasures—embedding an anti-surveillance barrier. As a result, the message he received was vague and unclear.
The general idea: Come…Tombs of the Star…
Tengen had made up his mind and wanted t...
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Tengen’s technique was called Immortality, and Evolution was merely one way to ensure that outcome.
What Sōjun Minamoto took was precisely the Evolution aspect—he discarded Immortality like it was worthless.
It wasn’t that he was chasing the superficial while neglecting the core. Rather, the possibilities for prolonging life were endless, and Sōjun had no interest in exploring them. But when it came to growing stronger, the options were limited—especially once one reache...
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Sōjun Minamoto had already made arrangements for Tengen’s Immortality Technique.
He had never believed in miracles.
This world was far too small—so small that anything even slightly beyond people’s expectations would be met with gasps and wonder, instantly labeled a “miracle.”
But something that cheap didn’t deserve the name.
Still, Sōjun Minamoto was willing to call what he was about to do a miracle—
He was going to fuse with immortality.
H...
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Only after stepping into a place like this did it become clear—Jujutsu Sorcerers weren’t exactly living the good life. Sure, there were external threats: Curse Users, Cursed Spirits, even ordinary humans at times.
But the real danger came from within.
No Jujutsu Sorcerer was truly sane. At best, they were just slightly more rational than Curse Users—but even then, a Curse User was often just one bad thought away.
It was a group made up of potential lunatics—just not ...
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The negotiations ended on a sour note.
After that, the higher-ups suddenly quieted down.
Sōjun Minamoto’s choice to act wasn’t some heat-of-the-moment decision. Back at the pagoda, he’d already noticed the internal divisions—clearly more than one faction was at play. Add to that the solid support behind him: Masamichi Yaga, a candidate for principal and one of the top brass, and Satoru Gojo, head of the Gojo Clan—one of the three major families—both had made their sta...
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