A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Three level-one cursed spirits were wiped out in one fell swoop...

Xia Youjie gripped "Youyun" tightly with one hand, the skin at the base of his thumb taut, his knuckles slightly white, but a smile that was almost excited slowly appeared on his face.

He couldn't help but whisper, "Really?... I heard the High School of Spellcasting just recently enrolled a new Special Grade student, and now another one has appeared here?"

"Does this 'special grade' you mentioned mean something very impressive? Like a master chef?" Theo asked curiously about this newly coined term.

"The issue with 'superior' sorcerers isn't whether they're 'powerful' or not; they're truly rare... beings who can single-handedly take on an entire nation."

Xia Youjie spread out his other palm, palm up, as if displaying some kind of precious specimen.

There are four humans who have been given the title of "Special Grade", and sixteen of them are cursed.

I am one of them, and these two—are the top-tier imaginary vengeful spirits "incarnation of Tamamo-no-Mae" and "incarnation of Taira no Masakado."

As he explained, two distinctly different top-tier cursed spirits appeared beside him:

On the left is a female ghost in a kimono with four eyes and a mouth that splits to her ears;

On the right is a giant warrior with triple pupils in his eyes and a large katana in his hand.

At the same time, while Xia Youjie was speaking, Lalu made a famous hand gesture, and a huge cursed hand attacked from behind Dio.

Theo didn't even turn around, but just slightly turned his body, his large hand brushing against the hem of his clothes.

He raised his foot and gathered his magical power, his toes piercing the sun like a white rainbow, precisely striking the giant hand's palm.

A dull thud exploded, and the large hand was kicked backward, bending backward and flying out at an even faster speed than it had come, drawing a sharp whistling sound in the air before slamming solidly into Laru behind it.

"Well--!"

Laru didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before he was struck hard by his own spell.

The two rolled together, carrying their remaining kinetic energy, and crashed into a house on the side of the street.

The brick walls collapsed, the beams and pillars broke, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Dio stood firmly in place, maintaining his one-legged stance, and slowly withdrew his foot, his gaze returning to Xia Youjie.

"One person against a nation... We can't rely on just you and these two cursed spirits, can we?"

If the assessment is correct—is there no limit to the number of spirits you can control?

"The 'Spirit Manipulation Technique' is indeed 'unlimited'."

To be honest, I currently possess more than six thousand cursed spirits.

This army of aliens is my only hope.

Xia Youjie's tone was calm, yet carried a certain weight—"One man can form an army" was not a metaphor.

Upon hearing this, Theo gave a strange look.

"In that case, it seems quite valuable."

He cleared his throat, deliberately adopting an exaggerated tone: "Ahem, at this point I should say—it's a technique of the same type as mine!"

"Oh?" Xia Youjie raised an eyebrow. "There are indeed cases where someone possesses both a shikigami and a spell simultaneously. Could it be that your spell is...?"

"That's right!" Theo's lips curled up. "Your 'Spirit Manipulation Technique' is quite good—now, it's mine too!"

"Come on, release a few cursed spirits, and I'll demonstrate for you."

"...Then I'll give you ten of them, you don't need to pay them back."

With a flick of his sleeves, Xia Youjie tore open the boundary between reality and the cursed spirit space, and ten level three and level two cursed spirits appeared in response.

They come in all shapes and sizes—some resemble multi-headed worms, some resemble human-faced snakes, some resemble spiky fleshy balls, and some resemble clusters of floating eyeballs.

When he made a slight thought and chose to "release" them, the bindings on these low-level cursed spirits were instantly released.

They paused for a moment, then scattered haphazardly like oil droplets thrown into boiling water.

At the same time, the "Spirit Manipulation Technique" that Theo had just imitated was instantly activated within him.

In his perception, those scattered and fleeing wild cursed spirits were like candles suddenly lit in the dark night, instinctively marked, locked, and highlighted by the spell.

He opened his palm, and purplish-black lines spread out from the lines of his palm, intertwining and swirling, quickly forming a miniature spatial vortex that emitted a powerful suction force.

Those low-level cursed spirits didn't even have time to struggle before they were seized, compressed, and refined by an invisible force—ultimately condensing into ten small purplish-black spheres.

"Does it have to be eaten to subdue it?" Theo picked up one of the pills and examined it carefully.

"Yes, oh~" Xia You suddenly revealed a gloating expression, her tone becoming cheerful.

That bitterness, unique to users of "Spirit Manipulation Technique" and incomprehensible to anyone else, is now finally going to be tasted by a second person—I'm so high!

Dio caught a glimpse of Xia Youjie's expression and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

He stared at the cursed spirit ball in his palm, hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ugh—vomit—"

It felt as if the stench of a rag soaked in sewage for a hundred years had exploded in my mouth, and the sticky sensation slid down my esophagus, causing a strong physiological aversion.

Theo bent down, covered his mouth, and a vein throbbed slightly on his forehead.

He had never suffered such injustice before.

"Hahaha~ That's right, this is exactly what I wanted to see! This is the expression!"

Xia Youjie burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost bent over, his long hair trembling.

"You... ate over six thousand cursed spirits like this... You must have had a tough time."

Dio straightened up, his eyes still moist, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"..." Xia Youjie's laughter stopped abruptly. He twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression becoming somewhat subtle. "Hey—why the sudden emotional outburst? At least say something cursed."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Dioli landed and wiped his mouth, the nauseating sticky feeling in his mouth quickly suppressed by his amazing adaptability.

When he spoke again, his voice was as steady as usual, as if the violent physiological reaction he had just experienced had never happened.

"You'd better just accept my concern obediently; being arrogant isn't fashionable anymore, you know?"

"..." Xia Youjie remained silent for almost ten seconds before slowly speaking, "You are even rarer than the Six-Eyed Mage—a 'Unconditional Imitation' Mage, aren't you?"

"Oh, you found out—yes, I am a powerful person with extraordinary talent."

Theo stepped forward and found a suitable place to stand.

The left leg is straight, bearing most of the body weight, the right knee is slightly bent inward, the toes lightly touch the ground, and the waist is thrust to the right, forming a taut arc.

"The World" floated to his left, supporting itself on the ground with its left foot on the toes, its right foot behind its left leg, one hand on its hip and the other on its right knee.

Then, Theo spread his right hand and pressed it lightly against his chest, while his left hand wrapped around the waist of "The World" and clasped together with its hand.

"Everyone lives in order to overcome anxiety and fear and gain a sense of security."

Gaining fame, dominating others, and accumulating wealth are all for the sake of peace of mind.

Dedication to law, pursuit of love and peace, and self-realization—all these efforts ultimately point to inner peace.

The pursuit of peace of mind is the root of all human behavior.

So here's the question: What exactly makes you uneasy about pledging allegiance to me?

"Haha... I'll return that to you exactly as you said." Xia Youjie's fighting spirit surged through his smile. "Now I'm about to unleash my full power. The outcome is still uncertain, so don't speak too soon!"

He rushed forward with small, quick steps, flicked his wrist, and the three-section staff of "Wandering Clouds" swung through the air.

"Tamamo-no-Mae in disguise" swayed and danced in a strange way, and invisible ripples spread in the air - a simple domain that could steal the power of the curse quietly spread out (like the simple domain exclusive to cursed spirits, such as "Slit-Mouthed Woman").

Simultaneously, "Avatar Taira no Masakado" erupted, his greatsword imbued with immense magical power capable of cleaving an overpass, slashing down at Theo.

Dio reached out with his left hand and firmly grasped the "Wandering Clouds" staff, which was whipping around due to the high-speed swing.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers snapping shut like vises, and forcefully stopped the gleaming blade of the greatsword that was slashing towards him in his palm!

The metal wailed, and cursed power erupted, but the weapons in the hands of the man and the cursed spirit could no longer be lowered even an inch.

Theo was not at all surprised by this result, which was enough to shock the person involved.

If no one has any magical power, then he will undoubtedly win.

The pure power and combat skills contained within this body do not belong to the realm of the mortal.

However, if both sides possess magical power and demonstrate similar levels of it, then the additional advantages brought by the magical power will be canceled out.

In this case, the result is essentially no different from when there is "no magical power".

So Theo immediately mocked, "I'm sorry. Your so-called 'using all your strength' means you gently caress your opponent without leaving a single wound?"