After wandering around outside for a while, Ronawa returned to Geto’s house as night fell.
Walking in like nothing had happened, her very first question was what they were having for dinner.
With an attitude like that, anyone who didn’t know better would think she owned the place.
Meanwhile, Suguru Geto was still locked in his room, wallowing in self-isolation.
Only Nanako and Mimiko Hasaba were in the living room.
Seeing the culprit actually dare to show her face, they instantly snapped.
“You actually have the nerve to come back!
It’s all your fault Father has been locked in his room all day!”
“You witch, I’m going to teach you a lesson today!”
The hot-tempered Nanako raised her arm, aiming a vicious elbow strike at Ronawa.
Unfortunately for her, the skill gap was vast.
Ronawa casually blocked the strike and countered with a swift elbow to Nanako’s gut, folding the girl in half like a cooked shrimp.
“Act like I’m wrong if you want,” Ronawa remarked casually.
“Wasn’t everything I said the truth?
Geto is just too naive.
His master plan is an absolute joke.”
“Shut up!” Nanako wheezed, clutching her stomach with one hand and pointing at Ronawa with the other.
She was genuinely furious.
Ronawa didn’t coddle her in the slightest.
“Face reality, sister.
Your precious ‘Father’ is a massive idiot.
Chasing a clearly impossible goal is a complete waste of his life.
If he was only ruining himself, I wouldn’t say a word.
But he’s dragging others down with him—leading the very people who truly care about him down a path of no return.
Doesn’t a guy like that deserve to be cursed out?”
This was especially true for Mimiko and Nanako, who were Geto’s ultimate victims.
If Geto had even half a brain, these two wouldn’t have ended up as Curse Users.
And they definitely wouldn’t end up getting decapitated by Sukuna in the future.
You could say that following an idealist like Suguru Geto was romantic.
But it was equally fatal.
Right as the twins geared up for round two, Geto’s bedroom door pushed open, and he stepped out.
“Enough.
Stop fighting.”
Geto was well aware of how terrifyingly strong Ronawa was.
He stepped in primarily because he was worried his daughters would get seriously hurt.
After halting the completely one-sided brawl, Geto ordered the twins back to their rooms.
Only then did he turn his attention to Ronawa.
“I won’t be swayed by your words that easily,” he declared, his expression serious.
“I admit, you made some valid points…
but I still want to try.
Otherwise, even if I die, I won’t be at peace!”
Did Geto know he was a moth flying into a flame?
That his chances of success were practically zero? Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Of course he did.
But that was just who he was.
If he gave up just because he was afraid of failing, would he still be Suguru Geto?
Seeing his sheer, iron-headed stubbornness, Ronawa mentally shrugged.
Whatever.
If he wants to bash his head against a wall, let him.
Having declared his unwavering resolve, Geto suddenly posed a question of his own.
“If you believe my ideals are wrong…
then what about you?
What kind of world do you want to see?”
He was genuinely curious.
Ronawa shattered every stereotype he held about Cursed Spirits.
She was incredibly human, possessing a deep understanding of human nature.
So, through the eyes of a Cursed Spirit like her, what did a perfect world look like?
The question actually made Ronawa pause and think for a moment.
“Well, I haven’t really thought about it that much,” she finally admitted.
“If I had to say…
probably just a world where I can live comfortably.”
Despite ruthlessly mocking Geto’s grand plan and calling him a fool, Ronawa didn’t actually have any lofty ambitions herself.
Her current priority was simply surviving.
She had to fight Satoru Gojo in two months, and the pressure was immense.
As for the future?
Assuming she didn’t get killed by Gojo, she just wanted to live the perfect life she never had in her past life.
That meant no working, infinite money, traveling wherever she wanted, and hanging out with friends whenever she felt like it.
She doesn’t have many friends right now, but prolly in the future.
Hearing her answer, Geto almost laughed out of pure frustration.
That’s it?
After all that trash-talking about my goals being garbage, this is what you come up with?
Your ‘ideal’ isn’t any better!
Talk about double standards!
But upon further reflection, Geto realized something.
If everything Ronawa described actually came true…
that truly would be a dream life.
That would be genuine happiness.
Following this bizarre heart-to-heart, Geto returned to his usual self.
He went back to plotting and scheming, hiding behind his trademark fox-like squint.
Occasionally, he would bring Ronawa along to play the role of the Star Religious Group’s “Holy Maiden,” letting her execute a few scumbags along the way.
Most of the time, however, Ronawa was a total shut-in.
She stayed in her room, using her phone and computer to scour the internet for news of fatal accidents and disasters happening around the globe. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
This was her method of passively farming cursed energy.
That’s right—she was already actively preparing for the boss fight.
And Satoru Gojo was secretly watching her every move.
When he saw that Ronawa wasn’t out massacring innocent people, but was instead holed up in her room scrolling on her phone, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Does this girl feel no pressure at all?
How can she act so nonchalant at a time like this?
Is she really not afraid of me?
But soon, Gojo noticed something alarming.
Ronawa’s cursed energy was constantly rising.
After looking closer, he finally figured out why.
And for a moment, even the great Satoru Gojo was rendered speechless by the sheer absurdity of it.
Watching the news counts as ‘witnessing death,’ so she gets stronger from it?!
Where is the logic in that?!
At the same time, Gojo felt a profound wave of relief that her technique was restricted to witnessing current, ongoing deaths.
Otherwise, if she just watched a documentary about the extinction of the dinosaurs, wouldn’t she instantly become invincible?
But even with that restriction, Ronawa’s growth rate was grotesquely exaggerated.
In fact, Gojo couldn’t help but feel that if gods truly existed in this world, they would look exactly like her.
Her authority over “Death” was absolute.
She was fundamentally different from any other Cursed Spirit.
Other Cursed Spirits needed specific prerequisites to increase their power.
Ronawa technically had one too, but her prerequisite was so easily met it might as well not exist.
The Fundamental Difference in Jujutsu:
Jujutsu Sorcerers: A sorcerer’s total cursed energy is determined at birth.
Their ceiling is fixed; there is basically no way to artificially increase it later in life.
They boast a much higher “floor” and can easily crush Cursed Spirits of the same grade.
Cursed Spirits: Cursed Spirits can continuously raise their upper limits.
This is intrinsically tied to their origins—humanity’s collective fear.
The more fear a Cursed Spirit inspires among humans, the stronger it becomes.
Take Jogo, for example, who represents the fear of volcanic eruptions.
If humanity’s terror of volcanoes deepens, Jogo’s power will scale accordingly.
Theoretically, if a Cursed Spirit’s cursed energy were to grow indefinitely, it could ascend to godhood.
Of course, theory is just theory.
Everyone in the jujutsu world knows how impossible that is in practice.
But Ronawa was the exception.
She was, for all intents and purposes, a demigod.
The fear she represented was too absolute.
Death.
It is the primal root of almost all human fear.
Logically speaking, a fear of this magnitude shouldn’t have been able to birth a corresponding Cursed Spirit.
It was too broad, too foundational.
And yet, Ronawa existed.
Which was just utterly ridiculous.