Amidst a flurry of ordinary slashes, a Black Flash suddenly erupted.
The sheer nausea of this was no less than a video game boss suddenly throwing out an off-beat, delayed attack.
It left Yuki Tsukumo completely unable to react.
Struck directly by the Feather of Death broadsword, her entire body was immediately sent flying backward, smashing heavily into a nearby building.
Before Yuki could even adjust her posture, another Feather of Death sword came cleaving down, still crackling with black lightning.
In that critical moment, her good student Aoi Todo exerted his power, swapping Yuki out of the way.
This alone saved her life.
Otherwise, the Special Grade Sorcerer would have died right then and there.
But even so, taking that previous Black Flash still left Yuki severely injured.
A long, narrow gash stretched from her left shoulder down to her right abdomen, having nearly cleaved her in half diagonally.
Worse still, the wound inflicted by the Feather of Death sword was completely incapable of healing.
Even Reverse Cursed Technique was useless.
Barring any miracles, this wound would continuously bleed Yuki Tsukumo out from now on.
This was the nature of the Feather of Death.
“This thing is way too absurd!” Yuki gritted her teeth, forcefully enduring the agonizing pain from her wound.
At this very moment, the person she hated most wasn’t even Ronawa.
It was the damn Satoru Gojo.
Look at the monster you protected!
How long has it even been?
She’s already this utterly absurd.
If left to develop any longer, won’t she single-handedly bring the entire Jujutsu world to its knees?
Just what kind of mindset did Gojo have back then to choose to harbor such a terrifying monster?
Simultaneously, Yuki could hear it clearly.
The sounds of battle around them were growing fainter.
Naturally, it wasn’t that Ronawa was losing steam, but rather that the surrounding sorcerers had almost been completely slaughtered by her.
Looking up, sure enough, she saw Ronawa floating mid-air, looking somewhat bored.
She gazed down at the nearly wiped-out sorcerers below as if looking at mere ants.
As if sensing Yuki’s gaze, Ronawa tilted her head to look at her.
“You two are still alive, I see.
But it matters little.
Killing you now is all the same!”
To reiterate, Ronawa was not actually a bloodthirsty Cursed Spirit.
She operated on a very clear code of grudges and gratitude.
Conversely, to her enemies, she would show absolutely no mercy.
As for Yuki Tsukumo and Aoi Todo, regardless of what role they were supposed to play in the original plotline, they were now enemies.
Naturally, Ronawa had no intention of sparing them.
Just as she prepared to kill the master-student duo once and for all…
Suddenly, the barrier enveloping the surroundings shattered.
Immediately after, the voice of the Jujutsu High Principal, Masamichi Yaga, rang out: “Cursed Spirit of Death!
If you don’t want her to get hurt, cease this at once!”
Following the voice, Ronawa saw Masamichi Yaga arriving with a group of backup sorcerers.
Moreover, standing behind Yaga was a restrained Shoko Ieiri.
At that moment, even Ronawa’s expression shifted.
Although she hadn’t known Shoko for long, it had to be said that the doctor had treated her genuinely well—freeloading off her had felt pretty good.
Therefore, faced with Shoko being threatened, Ronawa truly couldn’t remain indifferent.
Seeing Ronawa stay her hand, Masamichi Yaga let out a breath of relief.
Even though using Shoko to threaten Ronawa—using the life of one of their own sorcerers to blackmail a Cursed Spirit—sounded utterly despicable, Yaga was truly out of options.
They had severely underestimated Ronawa’s threat level, leading to this current catastrophic situation.
Left with no choice, he could only resort to this underhanded method to force her to comply.
As long as they could ultimately exorcise the Cursed Spirit of Death, no matter how despicable the means, it would be worth it.
Facing Yaga’s threat, Ronawa’s expression remained indifferent.
Only when she looked at Shoko did a flicker of emotion inevitably show.
This silly woman…
did she not know how to run?
Shoko was also looking at Ronawa.
Her eyes were so complicated that words could hardly describe them.
At this moment, Shoko couldn’t even articulate her own feelings.
The events of today had completely shattered her worldview.
As a Jujutsu Sorcerer and the doctor of Jujutsu High, she was supposed to be one of their own.
Yet, here she was, captured and used as a hostage.
And used to threaten a Cursed Spirit, no less.
Though to some extent, she had brought this upon herself.
After all, harboring a Cursed Spirit was inherently a capital offense for a sorcerer.
She couldn’t really blame anyone.
But Shoko still felt it was too surreal.
Or rather, the Jujutsu world had always been a surreal, absurd place.
Does anyone understand what it’s like being surrounded by these absurd people?
Faced with Yaga using Shoko as a hostage to force her surrender, Ronawa made her choice: she unhesitatingly controlled an invisible “hand,” swung a Feather of Death sword, and slashed straight down at Masamichi Yaga. This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.
Black lightning rapidly emerged—Black Flash!
Seeing that Yaga was about to be cleaved to death by Ronawa’s sword, his next action exceeded everyone’s expectations.
He didn’t dodge; instead, he swung his own blade straight toward Shoko’s neck.
He was fully willing to be killed by Ronawa, just as long as he killed Shoko first.
Left with no choice, Ronawa had to alter the trajectory of the Feather of Death, severing the long blade in Yaga’s hand instead.
It had to be said, Masamichi Yaga was extremely suited to be a “Swordholder” with his finger on the dead man’s switch.
Too hardcore, too ruthless.
“Do you want to try again?
But next time, I won’t give you the chance to save her!” Yaga declared.
“There is only one way to keep her alive: surrender.
Only then can she atone for the sins she has committed.”
Hearing Yaga’s words, Ronawa withdrew her imposing aura and dispelled the colossal eye overhead.
She also swapped back into her casual clothes, seemingly giving up resistance.
In reality, of course, Ronawa wouldn’t foolishly surrender.
That was a guaranteed death.
She just felt a little bored of it all.
“You can try to kill her.
But if you do, I guarantee that things such as Jujutsu Sorcerers will never exist in this world again.” Ronawa said.
“If you think I can’t do it, feel free to test me.
Also…
Shoko-san, forgive my bluntness, but your cooking is truly awful.”
After calmly delivering this ruthless ultimatum to Yaga, Ronawa instantly killed the spatial distance.
She vanished from everyone’s sight in a split second.
Watching the spot where Ronawa just was, Yaga rubbed his forehead, a severe headache coming on.
He knew that things were now completely out of hand.
From now on, all Jujutsu Sorcerers would face a lethal threat named Ronawa.
And until they eliminated her, he didn’t even dare to punish the main culprits, Shoko Ieiri and Satoru Gojo.
Gojo was purely because he was too strong to beat.
As for Shoko…
After Ronawa had dropped that ultimatum, who would be hard-headed enough to actually lay a finger on Shoko?
What if it pushed Ronawa into a complete frenzy?
The Cursed Spirit of Death…
a seemingly mythological existence.
How were they even supposed to fight her?
This was absolutely going to be an unsolvable dilemma that all Jujutsu Sorcerers would inevitably have to face.