Chapter 155 – One Punch Kill, Mission Complete
Being able to trap the future strongest sorcerer, the blond-haired curse user felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.
"To be honest," he said leisurely while looking at Gojo Kamui,
"this was supposed to be my last job. From today onward, I'm done with human trafficking."
He paused, then continued in a low voice:
"You're Gojo Satoru's son. You should know about that incident, right?"
If not for that matter, he could have kept doing this work without a problem.
"What incident?"
Kamui replied calmly, continuing to analyze the structure of the curtain while speaking.
"The alien visitation."
Kamui froze for a split second before frowning.
"…You're not seriously telling me you believe in aliens, are you?"
Only edgy middle-schoolers believed in that kind of nonsense.
This guy clearly wasn't a teenager anymore—how was he still suffering from that level of delusion?
"They didn't tell you?"
The curse user looked genuinely surprised.
"Then again, it makes sense. Your generation of sorcerers is strong, but you're still young. With so many seniors above you, matters like this wouldn't fall to your shoulders."
He leaned back and spoke plainly.
"Let me be clear. The alien incident is real. The higher-ups have classified the extraterrestrial arrival as a Special-Grade Event, on the same level as Ryomen Sukuna eighteen years ago."
"Sukuna…?"
Kamui's expression finally sharpened.
That name represented a nightmare the entire jujutsu world had barely overcome together—
a being even his father couldn't defeat alone.
"The Kyoto Paranormal Security Treaty states that since these extraterrestrials possess powers identical to cursed energy, all negotiations and oversight fall under the jurisdiction of jujutsu society."
"Cultural friction across interstellar civilizations will inevitably cause massive distortions," the curse user continued, voice steady but grim.
"I don't think an interstellar war is far off. And once extraterrestrial civilizations invade Earth, the jujutsu world's disguise will be completely torn away."
He spoke as if he knew far more than he should, rambling freely.
"What do you mean by disguise?"
Kamui stared at him coldly.
"This doesn't sound like nonsense."
"The truth that Gojo Satoru and other exceptional sorcerers buried eighteen years ago—during the Special-Grade Event and the Culling Game—that's when the security treaty truly began."
"If the real strength of jujutsu society were exposed," the curse user said quietly,
"I believe it wouldn't just be an interstellar war… Earth itself would descend into total war."
He exhaled.
"That's why I've decided to take the money I earned over the years and flee to a country that's absolutely safe—far away from the coming storm."
Gojo Kamui couldn't quite make sense of what the curse user was saying. Just as he was about to press for clarification, a violent crash abruptly cut their conversation short.
BOOM—!
The solid wall shattered under a single punch. Rubble exploded outward, a gaping hole torn open as daylight poured in from outside. Two figures burst into the room.
"Kamui! Are you okay?!"
Zen'in Kaon rushed in. The moment she saw Kamui trapped inside a curtain, she called out anxiously.
"I'm fine," Kamui replied in a low voice. "Catch him. Don't let him escape."
At that, Kaon's gaze fell on the blond curse user. She studied him with curiosity.
"So this is a curse user? He looks no different from a normal person."
"Well, you arrived pretty fast, kid," the curse user sneered as he stood up, clearly preparing to flee.
"I didn't expect you to track me down in a backwater like this old district."
If Kamui broke free of the curtain, there was no way he could win.
With that thought, the curse user lunged straight toward Kaon. In his eyes, these two unknown sorcerers were nobodies—easy prey. Any promising young sorcerer had a reputation; he'd never heard of them. They had to be rural nobodies who'd awakened their techniques by sheer luck.
"Ria, watch out!"
Kaon stepped forward instantly, shielding Ria behind her. She clenched her fist, cursed energy surging over it, excitement flashing across her face.
Her first real fight against a curse user—
and a high-level one, at that.
Perfect. This would tell her exactly how strong she was.
"Kid, don't block my way!"
The curse user threw a punch at Kaon, activating his technique at the same time. A crack—space split open behind him, and a pair of massive cursed-energy hands reached out, sweeping in from both sides to crush her.
Kaon didn't dodge.
She dropped her center of gravity, planting her feet in a firm stance. Her fist gained illusory mass—and she punched.
BANG!
The instant their fists collided, an overwhelming force detonated outward.
The curse user's expression warped in disbelief.
What the hell kind of strength is that?!
She's just a girl!
Crack—crack—crack—
Bones shattered. The curse user was blasted backward like a cannonball, slammed deep into the wall behind him—embedded so completely he couldn't even fall out. He lost consciousness on the spot.
"…Huh?"
Kaon pulled back her fist and scratched her head, confused.
"That's it?"
Wasn't he supposed to be a high-level curse user?
She hadn't even gone all out.
Behind her, Ria stood frozen in shock. She'd expected a flashy, complex technique—not a single, brutally simple punch.
Crack!
At that moment, Kamui shattered the curtain trapping him. He glanced at the curse user welded into the wall, then looked at Kaon with faint surprise.
Looks like I underestimated her, he thought.
But then again—someone personally brought in by Fushiguro-sensei couldn't possibly be weak.
Connections alone weren't enough to earn that level of attention.
"So… what now?" Kaon asked.
She hadn't even gotten warmed up before it was over. Clearly, the enemy had been too weak.
"Leave him to Kaguya," Kamui said. "He'll handle cleanup. Let's free the victims first."
He walked over to a nearby wall and ripped away the covering cloth.
Behind it, rows of children were sealed inside glass containers—motionless, pale, as if already dead.
Kaon's expression hardened.
Only now did she truly understand the difference between sorcerers and curse users.
Ria, too, fell silent in thought. Humans weren't so different from the Shimlirian people after all—this curse user reminded her uncomfortably of the faction back home that insisted on invasion.
"You're done already? Guess I'm late."
Okkotsu Kaguya's voice came from outside. He arrived with assistant supervisors, who quickly restrained and secured the unconscious curse user.
"Good work, everyone," said one of the supervisors, a man in his early twenties.
"We'll take him from here and extract information on his accomplices."
With that, the team's first mission was officially—and flawlessly—completed.
"I didn't expect our first assignment to end so smoothly," Kaguya said with a smile.
"There's still some time," he added. "How about we check out the remnants of the Shinjuku battle from eighteen years ago? I'm sure Kaon and Ria would be interested."
"Yes! Absolutely!"
Kaon practically lit up.
She seemed to have endless energy—and endless curiosity about the world of jujutsu.
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