Shibuya.
This was a bustling area where people seemed to never tire.
If Shinjuku was a vibrant youth, then Shibuya was a busy middle-aged adult.
Hidden within this prosperous area was a gradually declining vitality, yet some industries remained timeless, such as host clubs.
Takamagahara was the most popular host club in all of Tokyo.
They maintained a strict principle: selling talent, not bodies.
The hosts there existed to provide more love to women.
Jogo, who had never been to a host club, was driven by curiosity to step into this colorful shop as he passed through the area.
But soon, he rushed out screaming, rubbing his eyes incessantly, “Aaaaah!
My eyes are defiled!
What the hell is that stuff inside?!” Young men with glossy lip gloss, all wearing purple uniforms with their backs exposed.
The uniforms seemed to be coated in a layer of fluorescence, sparkling under the neon lights.
At the very top of the host club hung a giant display screen showing the top three most popular hosts.
Before rushing out of the shop, he had caught a clear glimpse of the names and faces of those three most popular hosts.
Without some extraordinary qualities, these three hosts could not have stood out among hundreds of others.
They were three handsome young men: two with golden hair and one Asian youth with short black hair.
Their code names were: Tachibana, Basara, and Sakura.
“I shouldn’t have had such shitty curiosity.
It’s truly polluted my soul.
This kind of shop shouldn’t even exist.” Jogo left the host club area grumbling and then walked into a nearby clothing store.
Since ordinary people couldn’t see Cursed Spirits, he was completely unscrupulous, casually rummaging through clothes to find something good-looking enough and fitting for his frame.
The tourists shopping and the staff attending nearby: “…” They could hardly believe their eyes.
This was simply the greatest supernatural event on earth.
Clothes that were neatly hanging on the racks actually started flying around on their own, and more importantly, they would pause in mid-air.
“I must be hallucinating from working too much overtime.
I’d better just buy a suit and hurry back to sleep.” A weary middle-aged man with a briefcase tucked under his arm rubbed his temples, looking helplessly at the scene of flying clothes.
Among this group of bewildered customers and staff, there was one person even more bewildered than the rest.
The man wore green goggles and brown cargo pants.
Over a blue short-sleeved shirt, he wore a white coat, and he sported a yellow tie with black spots.
This person was none other than Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer Nanami Kento.
He had come to the clothing store because his clothes had accidentally been ruined during his last mission, and he intended to buy a new set.
Ordinary people couldn’t see Jogo’s actions.
They only saw clothes floating everywhere and assumed it was some supernatural phenomenon.
But as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, Nanami Kento saw very clearly that amidst the flying clothes, a Cursed Spirit whose appearance was almost identical to a human was constantly rummaging through the garments, his red hair particularly eye-catching.
His heart immediately filled with extreme vigilance as he recalled the intelligence Satoru had brought back two days ago.
Two days ago, Gojo Satoru, the strongest in the Jujutsu World, was attacked on his way back to Jujutsu High at night.
The attackers were two Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
Regarding the more powerful Special Grade Cursed Spirit among them, the characteristics Satoru described were long, red hair, blue skin, and a face extremely similar to a human’s.
He had also attached a tip: anyone other than a Special Grade Sorcerer should run immediately upon encountering this Special Grade Cursed Spirit, otherwise they would be burned to ashes.
‘Is this the Special Grade Cursed Spirit Gojo-san mentioned?
The characteristics match perfectly.
Such terrifying Cursed Energy…
I am absolutely no match for him.’ Thinking this, Nanami Kento began to quietly squeeze out of the crowd, intending to slip out of the clothing store.
‘Looking at this Special Grade Cursed Spirit’s appearance, it seems he’s looking for a piece of clothing.
It seems that his intelligence is completely identical to a human’s.’ Kento silently noted this information.
His body had already moved outside the clothing store, waiting for the moment he was clear of the shop to make his escape.
Jogo finally found a set of clothes he was satisfied with, an F426 outfit.
He excitedly put it on and glanced at the messy shelves scattered across the floor, but couldn’t be bothered to care and left the clothing store directly.
Feeling the astonished gazes of the shop assistants, Jogo felt a secret thrill.
Being a Cursed Spirit was quite convenient.
These ordinary people were like they’d seen a ghost, only able to see clothes flying around but unable to see him.
As for why he felt the need to wear clothes even though ordinary people couldn’t see him, it was a matter of personal preference.
After all, he couldn’t stand the idea of streaking through the streets.
Moreover, if he happened to run into a Jujutsu Sorcerer on the road, wouldn’t his naked form be exposed to their eyes?
That would seem quite perverted.
The moment he stepped out of the clothing store, Jogo suddenly sensed a not-so-weak fluctuation of Cursed Energy and abruptly looked up.
Kento thought to himself, ‘This is bad.’ He was already dozens of meters away from the clothing store.
Seeing that Special Grade Cursed Spirit with red hair walk out of the clothing store, he had momentarily failed to control his Cursed Energy fluctuations, and it seemed the Curse had noticed.
On the other side, Jogo noticed Kento, who was still watching from a distance.
Based on the other party’s attire combined with his memories of the original work, he quickly deduced the man’s identity: Nanami Kento, a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Although he had noticed the other party, he chose not to act immediately, instead pretending he hadn’t noticed him.
‘I can’t start a fight here in the busy district, otherwise the remaining Cursed Energy fluctuations would be too obvious.
If too many ordinary people are killed then, it’s very likely to trigger a full-scale suppression from Jujutsu High, which would be bad.’ Facing a Special Grade Cursed Spirit like himself, he had every reason to believe Kento would call for reinforcements, and then he could wipe out all those Jujutsu Sorcerers in one go.
As long as it wasn’t Satoru coming, Jogo didn’t care about other Jujutsu Sorcerers at all.
They were nothing more than a bunch of ants.
He already knew the information regarding the four Special Grade Sorcerers by heart.
Special Grade Sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki had gone abroad and her whereabouts were unknown.
Special Grade Sorcerer Okkotsu Yuta was studying abroad and couldn’t return for the time being.
Special Grade Sorcerer Geto Suguru had been killed by his best friend, Gojo Satoru, during the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons incident last year.
Currently, the only one still in the country was Gojo Satoru.
No matter how strong he was, he was still just one person.
As long as he killed Kento before Satoru arrived, he could weaken the active forces of the Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Having transmigrated, Jogo already understood his identity as a Cursed Spirit.
He and the Jujutsu Sorcerer camp were absolutely irreconcilable, so he shouldn’t pass up any chance to weaken them.
‘Then let’s start with you, Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer Nanami Kento.’ As luck would have it, the system’s notification sound appeared just in time, presenting options for Jogo.
[Congratulations Host for triggering a hidden plot: Encounter with Nanami Kento.
The following options have been opened for you.] [Option 1: Spare Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer Nanami Kento, pretend not to notice him, and let him return safely to Jujutsu High.
Reward: Ninja Turtle Hat] [Option 2: Kill Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer Nanami Kento within the next half hour.
Reward: Special Reward ×1, Physical Attributes increased by 10%] Jogo: “…” He asked somewhat suspiciously in his mind, ‘Does this ninja turtle hat have any effect?’ The system quickly replied, leaving Jogo completely speechless.
[Ding!
The ninja turtle hat has no special effects, it’s just that the green color looks nice.] ‘I choose Option 2.’ Jogo pretended not to see Kento and walked away, while in reality, his perception remained fixed on him.
Kento watched Jogo gradually distance himself.
His expression changed several times, and finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to follow.
But before that, he used his phone to contact Mei Mei, Kusakabe Atsuya, and Satoru, asking them to come for support and strive to nip this Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the bud.
Otherwise, if the opponent were to run to a crowded area and commit a massacre, it would be a catastrophe.
Among them, Satoru was the farthest away and couldn’t arrive immediately.
He could only fly toward this location at full speed.
Mei Mei and Kusakabe Atsuya were performing missions nearby and could arrive soon, in about ten minutes.
‘I can’t let this Special Grade Cursed Spirit get away.
I’ll just follow him.
As long as I control my Cursed Energy fluctuations, even a Special Grade Cursed Spirit will find it hard to notice me.’ ‘For dangerous matters like this, it’s better if I do it.
If anyone else were to do it and encountered danger, it would be bad.’ Thinking this, Kento followed far behind Jogo, restraining the aura on his body as much as possible.