A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

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Suddenly, a strangely shaped little tree sprouted from the ground, and then, a sea of ​​flowers, filled with an atmosphere of peace and drowsiness, bloomed instantly around Louhu.

"It's a flower~" Kaori Itadori exclaimed in a very girlish voice, her eyes seeming to daze for a moment.

Shiro also revealed a bright, cheerful smile, as if he were infected by the beautiful scenery: "It's flowers~"

Then, almost simultaneously, they both suddenly became conscious.

It's a spell that diminishes fighting spirit and confuses the mind!

In the brief moment when they were stunned by this sudden mental disturbance, the real rescue operation had already begun.

From the shadows two hundred meters away, Hua Yu reached out her hand.

The ground suddenly rose up, and a giant hand made of countless tough branches burst out of the earth, slapping Louhu away in its direction with just the right amount of force.

At the same time, countless brown branches with barbs swarmed in from all directions, tightly entangled with Itadori Kaori and Shiro, attempting to temporarily imprison them in place.

Louhu cooperated perfectly. The moment it was slapped away, it violently spewed out scorching flames from its palms and feet, like a humanoid jet fighter, tearing through the air, breaking the sound barrier, and accelerating its escape towards Huayu.

"It's a speed-based spell! Quick—" it warned its companion urgently.

The sound stopped abruptly.

A black streak of light, ignoring air resistance and physical inertia, drew a sharp zigzag line in the air.

One moment he was still in the same spot, and the next he was standing next to Hanami, who was about to continue casting the spell.

When he stopped, there was not a trace of the violent wind pressure and sonic boom that should have occurred due to hypersonic movement; it was eerily quiet.

It was as if he wasn't moving at a terrifying speed, but rather that the world had slowed down in front of him.

At that moment, Shiro's right hand was casually holding something.

That was Louhu's head, still bearing a bewildered expression, its broken neck still steaming with the heat of cursed energy.

Once a cursed spirit is killed, the cursed power that constitutes its existence will quickly disintegrate, producing a "disappearance reaction" and turning into dust.

Even with individual differences, the important parts that are separated cannot escape the same fate.

Therefore, Louhu's headless torso, which was still flying in mid-air due to inertia, was disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into scattered black ash.

"So weak, so weak!" After finishing his "good show," Shiro uttered a sarcastic remark just like his "idol."

"You who have been eliminated, I should have offered you a funeral song, but you were fortunate enough to be valued... So, show your worth."

As he spoke, he tossed Louhu's head towards Huayu as if it were an insignificant ball.

Hana hurriedly took it, carefully supporting her companion's head, and uttered a series of cryptic words that, while seemingly meaningless, directly transmitted their message to her mind:

"□□■■■■■□□ (What exactly do you want to do?)"

"I just told you to listen to people properly..." Kaori Itadori had appeared silently beside them without them noticing, her tone tinged with helplessness, "We have something we want to discuss with your leader."

She glanced up at the crowd of onlookers that had spawned in the distance due to the battle, and added:

"Because Mr. Volcano made too much noise just now, we'll be leaving in five minutes. You'd better make a decision quickly, okay?"

"■■■□■ (Then come with me)." Hanami held Louhu's head firmly and rushed towards the nearest apartment building.

Since it wanted to save time, it didn't go up the stairs, but instead leaped up to the fourth floor and arrived at the door of room "404".

It glanced back and saw a crimson waterfall of blood appear out of thin air, smoothly supporting Kaori Itadori and Shiro, like an elevator taking them to the fourth floor.

He remained calm and composed throughout, without making a single mistake... So impressive.

But... I really couldn't sense any clear hostility.

Let the real people make the decision.

Hua Yu turned the door handle.

Behind the door was not the room I expected, but a tranquil coastline bathed in sunlight, with waves gently lapping the sand.

It's as if this door connects to a resort island in the South, like the Anywhere Door in Doraemon.

"What a peaceful place."

Kaori Itadori stepped onto the beach, her gaze sweeping over the surroundings, instantly seeing through the true nature of things.

"Without imbuing it with a spell, it achieves constant deployment around the clock by reducing its offensiveness and intensity... A very interesting approach."

"You're already capable of this even though you're still in the 'Cursed Embryo' stage. Looks like I underestimated you before."

Shiro's gaze quickly swept over the dolphin, which was only half-submerged in the sea, and then locked onto a figure on a beach chair.

As a newly born special-grade cursed spirit, it looks exactly like a human.

Is it an existence of the same type as me?

The thought flashed through Shiro's mind in an instant.

He slightly regretted not asking Lu Suo, who possessed more secrets, for specific information about these newly born cursed spirits before taking action.

But he immediately suppressed these emotions and made a quick judgment based on his experience.

The cursed spirit emanated an extremely strange cursed power.

It's as if every moment, "nutrients" from negative human emotions are constantly flowing into it from an invisible dimension, making it continuously stronger.

This feeling... is like a curse aggregate of "all the evils of this world" depicted in the Fate series!

No one understands cursed spirits better than Shiro.

Because he had just experienced it firsthand not long ago.

The collective negative emotions of nearly ten million people can drive its evolution.

So, who is this expert?

An even more startling conjecture surged through his consciousness like an electric current: Could its origin be the so-called "human evil"?

While Shiro was brainstorming, the special-grade cursed spirit that he was paying special attention to spoke up.

"Ah—Louhu, Huayu, I'm so glad you're alright."

The cursed spirit, her face covered in fine stitches, dressed in a black sailor uniform, and lounging on a beach chair like a lazy high school girl, casually waved to the group that filed in, her tone relaxed.

"Hehe, there are two new friends too..." It tilted its head, revealing an innocent and curious smile, and looked at the visitors.

"How can you tell that everything's alright!" Louhu's head, which was being carefully held in Huayu's hands, let out a frustrated and angry roar.

"Volcano Head, I've already held back." Shiro's gaze never left the figure on the beach chair. "This result should be considered pretty good, right?"

"You!" Louhu glared fiercely at the white-haired monster with her one eye, but was powerless to refute it.

Shiro finally turned his head to glance at the angry head, his tone still calm: "If you are angry because of my disrespect just now... you can ask me with your sword at any time. And I will always be waiting."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Zhenren gracefully stood up from the recliner, clapped his hands, and smiled brightly. "Hello~ My name is Zhenren, which means 'real human being.' May I ask your names?"

"You can call me Itadori Kaori." Kaori responded with a gentle and polite smile, as if she were truly a friend who had come to attend the tea party.

"Call me Kashirou," Shiro said, giving a concise name that was clearly reserved.