Yasui cheerfully quickened his pace.
His previous words were like a joke.
If he didn’t leave now, he’d end up getting them all killed.
He heard it.
Those things were coming for him, and in quite a number.
He didn’t know what species they were this time, or if they were ugly…
whatever, they were all ugly anyway, and they all grew to look sickening.
Things like these really shouldn’t grow so many eyeballs.
It was way too disgusting; he just wanted to pop every single one of them.
A physique that attracts Cursed Spirits, huh.
Walking along the gradually darkening street, he stuffed the last half piece of fried shrimp into his mouth, his cheeks bulging, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward into an arc that was hard to tell whether it was self-mockery or genuine amusement.
“So much fun~”
“Love playing~”
The unfinished building was still the same unfinished building, looking no different now than it did when he returned in the evening.
It was just that the sky had grown dark, and the shadows cast by the building’s structure were a bit heavier, the dusty gray concrete walls displaying a trace of ruined warmth under the final rays of the setting sun.
Yasui made his way all the way up to the rooftop.
He found a concrete ledge to sit on, crossing his legs, propping his elbows on his knees, and resting his chin in his palms.
His fingers stroked the soft skin on his face.
Tsk, how could someone be this perfect?
Setting aside being good-looking and rich, even his skin was great~
The plastic container was placed beside him, with two pieces of tempura left inside.
He didn’t plan on eating them for now, saving them to finish after the upcoming fight.
The sunset burned fiercely.
Half the sky was colored orange-red, as if a paint palette had been knocked over, spilling all the way from the horizon to directly overhead.
It looked as though it might set one’s hair on fire.
Night had almost fully fallen, and the distant residential area was already lit up with scattered lights.
Pretty.
Having eaten the shrimp, the allergic reaction kicked in, turning his mouth numb.
His chest felt a bit tight.
Whatever, it won’t kill me.
Yasui propped up his chin, his purple eyes reflecting the sunset like two beautiful, dazzlingly precious gems as he quietly gazed at the horizon.
And arriving even faster than the Cursed Spirits—
Was a bewildered youth with a strange bang.
Today was March 10th, and schools in Japan were currently on spring break.
Suguru Geto had just returned from a liaison with Jujutsu High, walking down the unfamiliar streets of Tokyo in a mood that was neither good nor bad. This chapter was taken from novelping dot com without permission.
He had been recruited by Jujutsu High.
His parents were both ordinary people who worked diligently their whole lives, unable to see Cursed Spirits, knowing nothing of Jujutsu Sorcerers, and never having touched the Jujutsu world.
These past few years…
ever since he gained the capability (around eleven years old), he had come into contact with the Jujutsu world.
He told his parents that what he studied was “exorcism.”
His parents didn’t accept it at first, thinking he had been scammed.
Later on, feeling helpless, they simply treated it as a personal hobby of his.
The year he turned eleven, he earned his first sum of money by clearing Cursed Spirits.
When he brought the cash home, his mother’s tone carried surprise as she said they could finally replace that broken washing machine this month.
That washing machine had been broken for over half a year, and his mother had been doing laundry by hand the entire time.
Thinking back on this, Geto’s steps along the road grew a few degrees lighter.
Coming to Tokyo this time, on one hand, he wanted to wander around and get familiar with this big city—after all, he would be studying at Tokyo Jujutsu High in the future, so getting used to the environment in advance was a good idea.
On the other hand, he wanted to hunt down some Cursed Spirits, consume a few more, complete a few extra missions, and save up a bit more money to make things easier for his family.
However, today felt a bit off.
Geto came to a halt, his brows knitting slightly together as that strange bang over his forehead swayed.
Cursed Spirits were moving.
He could feel it.
Even the Cursed Spirits he possessed were growing restless, as if pulled by something, all their lingering consciousnesses pointing in one identical direction.
In the distance, Cursed Spirits from even further away were converging toward the exact same spot.
That feeling was like—
As if the Cursed Spirits of all of Tokyo were surging in one single direction.
He didn’t quite understand.
Having stayed in Tokyo for four or five days, this was his first time encountering such a situation.
Was this unique to big cities?
He followed the direction of the Cursed Spirits’ desire.
Crossing two commercial streets and turning into an increasingly secluded alley, he walked until that abandoned, unfinished building appeared in his sight.
The desires of all those Cursed Spirits pointed straight to the rooftop.
Geto stood below the building, looking up.
On the rooftop terrace, a sitting figure could be vaguely seen.
He calculated in his mind—if that person on the top floor was the target of the Cursed Spirits, why weren’t they running?
If they weren’t, then who could possibly draw so many Cursed Spirits to swarm over like moths to a flame?
He couldn’t figure it out.
So he stopped guessing and went straight upstairs.
The dust in the stairwell was thick, leaving shallow footprints whenever a foot stepped down.
Heading up layer by layer, the aura of desire from his own Cursed Spirits grew thicker and thicker, carrying a sticky sense of pressure.
Yet Geto’s expression remained fairly relaxed.
A fifteen-year-old youth was at an age where he feared nothing under the sky, not to mention he indeed possessed the capital for it.
Pushing open the half-ajar iron door to the rooftop, the evening breeze rushed in all at once, carrying the temperature of the sunset and the bustling warmth of the distant city. Read the latest chapters at novelping(.)com.
Then, he saw that person.
Sitting on the concrete ledge at the edge of the rooftop, wearing a black windbreaker, long legs cross-legged casually, posture lazy like a cat basking in the sun.
Long black hair was not bound tightly, fluttering and drifting apart in the evening wind.
The lingering sunset drew his attention.
That person was looking at him.
Purple eyes, outer corners tipped slightly upward, with a red mark between the brows.
Those eyes carried amusement.
Looking over, Geto felt as if he had been slammed by something.
It wasn’t affection; it was the Cursed Spirits inside him churning violently, giving him a harsh jolt.
The person before his eyes looked around fifteen, about the same age as him.
At first glance, Geto subconsciously thought it was a girl, but shifting his gaze down a fraction, sweeping past the chest and shoulder width, he then realized—it was a boy.
This person truly had a good face, a face so good that it was easy to mistake at first glance.
Though whether given to a boy or a girl, it was quite stunning.
However, Geto didn’t have time to dwell on that face.
Because the very first second he laid eyes on Yasui, all the Cursed Spirits on him began to riot even more fiercely.
Those subdued Cursed Spirits churned, roared, and struggled within his body, all their remaining will transmitting one identical signal—they wanted to go over there.
Wanted to attack this person and tear him to shreds.
Geto determined one thing almost instantaneously.
This person was the source.
The source that the Cursed Spirits desperately wanted to get close to.
He didn’t understand.
Why would a human cause Cursed Spirits to feel hostility to this degree?
What?
What did he do?
Or could it be an innate technique?
This was no longer a simple case of “being targeted by a Cursed Spirit.” This was more like…
an attraction on an instinctual level, or rather, a mixture of attraction and hostility.
Sitting on the ledge, Yasui watched the youth with the strange bang standing at the rooftop doorway, staring at him with a bewildered expression without speaking a word, just pure staring.
So he took the initiative to speak.
His eyes curving softly, his smile framed by the sunset looked a bit excessively beautiful.
“Hey!
Buddy, look at me any longer and I’m gonna gouge your eyeballs out.”
As he spoke, he even patted the plastic container holding the tempura beside him.
“Up for it or what?”
“Wanna eat some?”
— (Completo)