Jujutsu Kaisen: Nozomi no Sora

Nanami Kenjin climbed onto the roof of the train.

The rumble of train wheels rolling over echoed beneath our feet, and the oncoming gale made it impossible for ordinary people to stand firm. Of course, for sorcerers, this was by no means a suitable place for battle.

Even worse—

The cursed spirits are surging forth.

Nanami Kento's gaze passed over the menacing low-level cursed spirits and landed on the front of the train.

At the far end of his line of sight.

He saw the "ghost" that should have been dead, the one controlling the cursed spirit—

Xia Youjie.

Xuan Yijun once said that the one in question was an imposter who had taken over Xia Youjie's body, and that anyone without a top-tier skill level should immediately retreat if they encountered it.

Nanami Kento did not doubt this judgment, nor did he think he needed to be stubborn in such a matter.

A sorcerer's job shouldn't rely on passion and impulsiveness. Making reasonable judgments about the situation, preserving one's life, and completing the mission are what adults should do.

However, the current situation does not allow him to choose the most reasonable option.

There were also ordinary people on the train below them.

The fact that the enemy dared to act in such a place shows that they had included the passengers in their plan from the beginning. Even if Gojo Satoru was on the train, it doesn't mean everyone could be protected.

In such a narrow and fast-moving space, being held back by the enemy for even a moment would result in irreparable casualties.

"That's utter garbage..."

Nanami Kento said in a low voice, taking his tie out of his pocket.

Instead of tying the tie back around his neck, he wrapped it around his right hand, the fabric digging into the back of his hand, causing his knuckles to contract slightly.

As the restraints were broken, a surge of powerful magical energy flowed through his body.

Lu Suo, who was in the distance, seemed to notice his gaze and slowly turned his head.

A gentle, almost friendly smile appeared on Xia Youjie's face, but to Qi Hai, that smile only made him feel disgusted.

"It's Nanami..."

The real person standing next to Lu Suo also turned to look.

The body, which had just been restored to its full size, still seemed somewhat out of place, but a naive yet cruel smile had already appeared on the face covered with stitches.

"An interesting toy has appeared!"

Lu Su shook his head, his tone still relaxed.

"Alright, Masato, let's finish this first!"

"Okay, okay." The real person shrugged with some regret.

The three figures then turned and headed away from the front of the train.

"Wait!"

Qi Haijian's legs exerted force instantly, his leather shoes stepping on the metal roof of the vehicle with a dull thud.

But he had only taken a few steps when the shadow on the roof of the car began to writhe as if it were alive. Several low-level cursed spirits emerged one after another from the connecting parts of the carriage and the edges on both sides, howling as they pounced on him.

The blunt knife is drawn from its sheath.

The blade traced a heavy arc in the night wind, and before the first cursed spirit could even open its mouth, its body exploded in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third cursed spirits were also shattered in succession. Nanami's movements were not flashy, but extremely precise. Every swing of his sword landed precisely on the weaknesses forcibly created by the "Ten-Stroke Curse." The low-level cursed spirits were as fragile as shattered clay sculptures under his sword.

However, there were too many.

The sheet metal beneath his feet suddenly bulged, and several sticky arms emerged from the gaps, violently wrapping around his ankles. Nanami's figure was forced to pause, and the cursed spirits around him immediately swarmed forward, their black limbs and distorted faces almost completely engulfing his figure.

"Although it's just a low-level curse, such a quantity is still somewhat troublesome."

Nanami Kento's voice remained calm.

A cursed spirit swooped down from mid-air, its claws aimed straight for his cheek. Nanami raised his left hand, letting the claw strike his arm, which was covered in cursed energy, then gripped the spirit's neck with his five fingers, yanking it off and slamming it heavily onto the car roof. The blunt blade followed immediately, the black filth instantly torn apart by the gale.

He slashed off the arms that were wrapped around his ankles with a backhand, leaned forward, and unleashed a series of "Ten-Stroke Spells," a violent and aesthetically pleasing attack that killed off all the enemies who had surrounded him.

However, just as the train was about to pass through a dark tunnel, Nanami's pupils contracted slightly.

Countless cursed spirits clung densely to the outer walls of the tunnel. Just before the train plunged into the tunnel, they leaped down one after another, landing with a thud on the roof of the carriage ahead, blocking its path once again.

"A cursed spirit lying in ambush... This will never end."

The train plunged into the tunnel, the narrow space amplifying the roar instantly. Darkness descended, hordes of cursed spirits rushed in from the front, and curses from behind continued to close in. Nanami Kento bent his knees and leaped up, gripping the blunt sword with both hands, compressing his cursed power into the blade.

"The Ten-Stroke Incantation—'Waluo Waluo!'"

The blunt knife slammed heavily against the tunnel ceiling.

boom!

The rock strata, whose weaknesses had been forcibly exploited by the spell, crumbled instantly. He deliberately reduced his spell power output, only shattering the surface rocks of the tunnel. Large pieces of rubble fell from above, then, drawn by the spell power, transformed into a dense rain of stones, crashing down on the swarm of cursed spirits on the roof of the vehicle.

Each falling pebble carries the power of a curse that can dispel it.

The swarm of cursed spirits was instantly pierced, crushed, and torn apart. The black remnants exploded in the tunnel and were left far behind by the speeding train.

Nanami landed back on the roof of the train, his leather shoes leaving a charred mark on the metal. When the train emerged from the tunnel, the roof that had been occupied by the cursed spirits was now just a dense array of dents of varying sizes.

He was slightly out of breath, and his right hand, which was gripping the knife, felt faintly numb.

Just then, a screeching sound came from underfoot.

Clang!

A sharp blade pierced through the interior of the carriage, just an inch from his shoe. Nanami immediately retreated, but the blade seemed to have a life of its own, moving at high speed under the metal as he stepped, cutting through the roof of the carriage, sparks flying wildly in the night.

"A little further back, a little further back!"

Inside the carriage came unrestrained laughter, which traveled up through the vibrating metal and carried a childlike excitement.

"Found you!"

Nanami Kento's gaze darkened.

The people inside the carriage were laughing hysterically.

A sharp blade suddenly rushed towards Nanami.

Nanami jerked to the side, the blade grazing his waist and abdomen, cutting through his clothes and revealing blood. Before he could regain his balance, he heard a whooshing sound behind him, and a soft yet sharp tentacle pierced out from the end of the carriage, slicing across his back like a ribbon.

The shirt was ripped open, and a long gash was cut into the flesh.

Nanami grunted and swung his sword in the back, severing the tentacle.

But it was this pressure that forced him to retreat to the very edge of the last carriage.

At that moment, behind him were the high-speed tracks and the pitch-black night; one more step back and he would be thrown into endless darkness by the train.

The person in the carriage was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that he had somehow borrowed from another passenger. The shirt was so big and ill-fitting that it hung loosely on his shoulders.

"You're pretty good at dodging, aren't you? A 30/70 split!"

His arms suddenly transformed into two long, thin, and supple tentacles, as sharp as blades. The next second, the tentacles churned wildly inside and outside the carriage, slicing open and tearing off the roof of the entire rear carriage. Metal sheets ripped apart, glass shattered, seats were hacked to pieces, and several passengers who couldn't escape were swept across by the blades amidst screams, their bodies instantly severed.

The blood was poured into the carriage and swept into the air by the night wind.

A real person raised their hand and caught a baseball cap falling from the sky, then put it properly on their head.

"Oh, sorry. Who told you to be so careless?"

Nanami Kento's breath hitched for a moment.

Anger rose in his chest, but he forcibly suppressed it. Anger would distort his actions and slow his judgment, and now was not the time to be ruled by emotions. The job of a sorcerer was indeed rubbish, but since he was standing here, he had to do what he was supposed to do.

He gripped the blunt knife tightly, his feet stepping on the cut edge of the car roof, and shot out with surging magical power.

The blade grazed his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood, but in that instant, the distance between them was forcibly shortened.

The three-seven rule, symbolizing weakness, flashed across the real person's arm, and the blunt knife immediately slashed down, with black sparks of cursed power exploding suddenly.

The real man's arms were severed in that instant!

The smile on Zhenren's face froze for a moment. Nanami didn't let the opportunity pass. He slammed his knee into Zhenren's abdomen, then kicked him in the chest, sending him flying towards the end of the carriage.

"Everyone, run to the front carriages! Hurry!"