Bang!
At the exact moment Shun finished dispelling the curse, another gunshot rang out.
"Again?"
His expression darkened.
The fingertips he had been resting on Kurumi's shoulder slid in a sharp, precise motion. The lingering blood on his skin traced an arc through the air as his hand moved.
He used his blood as the medium, cursed energy as the source, and wove a curse into existence.
A blood-red crescent moon shot out.
He, Gojo Shun, was not only someone who inherited the powerful techniques of the Gojo clan. When it came to curses themselves, he was very much an expert.
Because of the Special Grade curse on him and the nature of his body, he could research all kinds of curse techniques however he liked.
And then, use them.
The newly fired bullet collided head-on with that crescent of blood. The impact shattered the round in mid-air, and in the instant of impact, the blood crescent seemed to evaporate into nothing, vanishing without a trace.
At that same time, on the rooftop of a tall building across from the abandoned construction site, the Kurumi dressed in gothic clothes suddenly arched her back as a crescent of blood burst out from her lower abdomen.
The cursed energy attached to that crescent was corrosive.
Everything from her lower abdomen downward was basically gone.
And she could not regenerate it with cursed energy.
A technique born on the foundation of "curse as creative medium" was vicious enough to rival the curses cast by Special Grade cursed spirits.
That was probably one of the reasons other sorcerers were not very fond of Gojo Shun.
If you put aside the Gojo clan's inherited techniques, the rest of his fighting methods were honestly terrifying to even think about touching.
Some people, in private, even called him a "curse-user."
Of course, if Shun ever heard that, he went straight for their faces.
He did not like dealing with idiots, but if those idiots did not get taught a lesson, the irritation sat in his chest and would not go away.
However, the techniques Shun used here were not like Limitless, a born Innate Technique. They could actually be learned later.
Because of that, there were quite a few sorcerers who secretly admired him.
After all, who would not want to learn a powerful, life-saving technique?
"Cough…"
The Kurumi on the rooftop spat out a mouthful of blood, still wearing that same yandere-like smile.
"It really hurts."
She pressed a hand to her ruined abdomen, but she did not seem particularly bothered by the injury.
This body was only a clone, after all.
There was nothing worth caring about.
More importantly, over there, they had already succeeded.
"Mm… Shun's blood…"
She pressed harder against her stomach, the smile on her face twisting into something even more deranged.
She could feel Shun's blood rampaging through her body, destroying it from within.
But that did not matter.
What mattered was that his blood had entered her body.
Just like back then.
Her form gradually faded and disappeared.
The scene returned to the abandoned building.
'Cursed spirit clone killed. Curse familiarity +1.'
With the system curse's prompt, Shun understood that the one who had been firing from the shadows had just been dealt with.
" I still can't trace her true body?"
He rubbed his chin, thinking.
The technique he had just released was a causality-type curse.
Like Sadako's videotape. From "The Ring"
Anyone who watched it would be haunted by Sadako.
The principle behind his technique was similar. So long as that blood crescent touched the target's cursed energy, the attack would reach their body, wherever they were.
A nearly inescapable technique.
Unfortunately, even so, it had no effect when it came to this mysterious cursed spirit.
"Still, that makes it interesting."
Light flared in Shun's eyes.
He had never been particularly interested in the regular work of a jujutsu sorcerer. But when it came to researching curses and cursed spirits, he was very enthusiastic.
And this mysterious cursed spirit in front of him had truly caught his attention.
"Mr. Gojo!"
Behind him, Kurumi suddenly threw herself at his back as if she had been startled.
Shun turned around with a helpless look. "Don't… panic."
The moment he turned, his pupils shrank.
What did he see?
The left eye that Kurumi usually kept covered by her hair was now fully exposed.
In her left iris, engraved clearly, was the clock-face mark he had seen earlier in all those clones.
"So that's how it is."
Her expression looked as if she had finally remembered something important.
She stretched her arms up and wrapped them around Shun's neck.
Then the girl leaned in, letting her entire weight fall against him.
She bent forward, and without any hesitation, kissed Shun directly on the lips.
"!"
For a moment, Shun's mind went blank.
The girl's dissatisfaction did not stop at skin contact. She blatantly took it one step further.
But he snapped back to his senses almost immediately.
Cursed energy surged into his right hand.
He planned to erase the shameless, lovestruck pervert in front of him in one blow.
However…
"I am still using that human child's body from earlier, you know."
A voice whispered right by his ear.
And his hand froze.