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Jujutsu World

[Record—October 31, 2018, 7:00 PM]
[Centered at Tokyo’s Tokyu Department Store and Tokyu Toyoko Store]
[A “Curtain” with a radius of approximately 400 meters has appeared.]

Inside the Jujutsu High specialized command center, Kiyotaka Ijichi sat in his tailored suit, addressing the Nanami Team in a subdued, slightly nervous tone.

The so-called Nanami Team consisted of Grade 1 Sorcerer Nanami Kento, Grade 2 Sorcerer Ino Takuma, and Grade 2 Sorcerer Fushiguro Megumi.

“This time, the curtain has three conditions:"

• "Regular civilians are trapped inside the barrier."

• "Civilians can enter through specific openings, but not leave."

• "All sorcerers, including auxiliary managers, can enter freely.”

Ijichi’s expression reflected his unease as he continued. “Electromagnetic signals have been disrupted, but messages can still be relayed manually.”

“And,” he added with hesitation, “a large number of civilians have gathered at the barrier’s edge, all repeating the same phrase: ‘Bring Satoru Gojo here.’”

“Figures.” Fushiguro Megumi lowered his head slightly, a trace of bitterness in his voice. “This setup is clearly targeting Gojo-sensei.”

“Exactly,” Ijichi affirmed with a nod. “Based on our auxiliary team’s analysis, it’s highly unlikely that any non-sorcerers would know Satoru Gojo. This attack must have been orchestrated by either cursed spirits, curse users, or both in tandem.”

Ijichi adjusted his tie, the tension in his voice rising. “The one who set up the curtain is exceptionally cunning. By allowing all sorcerers, including auxiliary managers, to enter freely, they’ve created a counterbalance—none of us can attack the barrier itself. Our attacks will simply pass through, affecting only the ground and buildings within.”

“So, it’s a trap?” Nanami Kento pushed his glasses up, his tone calm and analytical. “A carefully planned invitation to a death match inside the barrier. No doubt they were emboldened by that recent so-called ‘Revelation of the Holy Voice.’”

Ijichi nodded again. “If the Revelation of the Holy Voice is accurate, then curses are more desperate than humans. After all, humans begin to weaken in the second decade of the prophecy, while curses are said to fade in the first.”

“They see this as their last chance to eliminate the jujutsu sorcerers in one fell swoop,” Ijichi added gravely.

“What’s the plan, then?” Nanami’s tone was even, yet his sharp gaze demanded an answer.

Ijichi sighed wryly. “The higher-ups have decided to let Satoru Gojo handle the Shibuya incident alone to quell the chaos as quickly as possible.”

“You and your team, along with Mei Mei’s group and Kusakabe’s group, are to stand by at critical locations outside the curtain. Your role will be to clean up any remnants left behind by Gojo-sensei.”

“The directive from above is simple: ‘Minimize our losses.’”

“Minimize our losses?” Fushiguro muttered, a hint of indignation in his voice. “And what about the lives of the civilians trapped inside the curtain?”

Ijichi could only shake his head with a bitter smile. “This is the best strategy the higher-ups could devise. Please understand, Fushiguro-san. Even among the higher-ups, there’s always been a degree of contention between the jujutsu sorcerers and the general public.”

Nanami placed a reassuring hand on Fushiguro’s shoulder, speaking calmly. “There are only so many sorcerers, and far too many civilians to protect. In these circumstances, this truly is the best we can do.”

“Counting all students, teachers, and auxiliary staff, we barely have thirty people on site outside the curtain. And inside...”

Nanami turned his gaze to Ijichi, prompting him to respond.

“There are 974,672 civilians trapped inside,” Ijichi said, his bitter smile growing heavier.

“What the hell?” Ino Takuma exclaimed in disbelief.

“Today is Halloween,” Nanami explained, his tone as measured as ever. “The Tokyu Department Store and Toyoko Store are prime urban shopping centers, teeming with civilians for the festivities. Don’t underestimate Tokyo—one of the largest cities in the world with a population of 30 million.”

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Shibuya—At the Scene

Satoru Gojo stepped lightly atop the heads of Halloween revelers, each dressed in bizarre costumes, as he made his way deeper into the chaos.

He descended to the basement level of the Shibuya Hikarie building, where he could sense yet another barrier designed to confine civilians.

Odd. Why set up a second barrier? Isn’t this redundant?

Pondering this, he pressed forward until he reached the lowest level.

There, at the subway tracks, he encountered three entities:

• Jogo, the Cursed Spirit of the Earth

• Hanami, the Cursed Spirit of the Forest

• And a human reincarnated through the use of the Special Grade Cursed Object, the Nine Death Paintings.

Gojo stood with his hands casually tucked into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the trio. Ordinary civilians crowded both sides of the subway platform, unable to perceive the curses before them.

“You didn’t need to go to such lengths,” Gojo said with an amused smile. “To trap me, you’ve set up three separate barriers.”

He began listing them, his tone light yet sharp.

“First, the largest barrier around the Tokyu Department Store, restricting civilian movement.
Second, a barrier centered on Meiji Shrine, designed to limit sorcerers’ entry.
Third, this one, focused on the subway platform, again restricting civilians.”

“Your goal,” he continued, “is clearly to fight me while the public watches, ensuring other sorcerers can’t intervene.”

“You’ve done your homework on me. I’m flattered,” Gojo said, his grin widening. “You’ve identified the two conditions needed to challenge me.”

“First, use civilians to weigh me down, preventing me from unleashing my full power.

“Second, deploy multiple Special Grade Cursed Spirits to use [Domain Amplification] and neutralize my Infinity, forcing me to fight on your level.”

His precise analysis left Jogo’s eyes wide with fury.

“Hmph!” Jogo scoffed. “Even if you can figure everything out, you’re still bound by your own principles. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo.”

As Jogo spoke, the subway gates opened, and the civilians crowded at the platform began spilling onto the tracks.

“First, let’s see how you handle protecting all these people while fighting us!”

Flames erupted around Jogo’s body, engulfing several nearby civilians in an instant.

“This time, you won’t escape! Satoru Gojo!”

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T/N: escape? LMAO BRO IS DELUSIONALLL

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