‘As I thought, this is the purpose of skill points.’ Tokiwa understood.
He still had three skill points remaining from his last ten-pull.
After understanding the mechanics related to the Barrier Technique, the corresponding skill naturally appeared on his panel.
It was evident that as long as he had enough skill points, mastering the ultimate jujutsu, “Domain Expansion,” was not far off.
He invested one skill point.
The panel blurred for an instant before becoming clear again.
Barrier Technique: Novice.
‘Just like attribute upgrades, it starts easy and gets harder,’ Tokiwa realized.
‘Moreover, the principle of adding points seems to be based on deducing from the knowledge I already possess…’
The knowledge obtained from Geto Suguru’s notes merged with the essentials of the Barrier Technique that Ijichi had just mentioned, giving rise to an indescribably profound feeling within Tokiwa.
After pretending to practice for a dozen minutes, Tokiwa recited the incantation again.
“Born from darkness, blacker than darkness.”
“Purify the lingering filth.”
Whoosh—
Outside the classroom, it grew dim as a blue-black Veil descended, shrouding a twenty-meter radius.
‘Mastered the Barrier Technique within half an hour?’ Fushiguro was shocked inwardly.
‘No wonder Gojo-sensei rates him so highly.’
‘Ryuichi…
Could he become the next Senior Okkotsu…’
Although Fushiguro was also evaluated by Gojo as having talent comparable to his own, Fushiguro never believed that himself.
He was helpless against his sister’s slumber and had caused the newly met Itadori to eat the finger and be sentenced to death.
His heart was always haunted by confusion.
This confusion only deepened after meeting a genius like Tokiwa.
Ijichi, standing nearby, was also somewhat surprised, but having witnessed Tokiwa’s battle record earlier, he could accept it.
Itadori exclaimed straightforwardly: “Oh, Tokiwa, you learned that so fast!”
Tokiwa smiled: “Calm your mind, feel it carefully, and you can do it too.”
Subsequently, with the help and guidance of the others, Itadori successfully lowered his first Veil before evening.
Tokiwa marveled inwardly: ‘As expected of someone with talent comparable to Gojo Satoru, the person who speedran the Jujutsu World in six months.’
‘He can master the Barrier Technique directly without even being proficient in using Cursed Energy.’
Seeing that there was nothing left to teach, Ijichi dismissed the class, and they returned to the dormitory.
With a great enemy approaching, he had to take the initiative and earn points.
“Mr. Nanami, are there any Grade 2 exorcism missions recently? I would like to apply to join.”
Before long, Nanami replied:
“There are traces of a large number of Grade 2 and Grade 1 Cursed Spirits. The mission is quite dangerous. If you join, I cannot guarantee your safety.”
Grade 2 and Grade 1…
Tokiwa weighed it in his mind.
After a round of power upgrades, he estimated that he was now at the level of a quasi-Grade 2 Sorcerer.
Moreover, he could immediately add points after the battle, becoming stronger with each fight.
Plus, with Nanami Kento’s tsundere nature, ensuring safety definitely wouldn’t be a problem.
“I’ll take it.”
Nanami quickly sent the time and location for the rendezvous.
Tokiwa put down his phone and closed his eyes:
“If I can survive this crisis, then from July to the end of October, I have at least two more months to develop…”
“I must earn more points as soon as possible and reach the level of a Grade 1 Sorcerer.”
…
The next day, Fukuoka Prefecture.
Carrying his shigurekiri, Tokiwa arrived at the place he had agreed upon with Nanami.
He had gone to quite a bit of trouble to check in this sharpened blade.
After being stopped by security at the station and failing to explain, Tokiwa decisively called Nanami.
The call went through, and finally, a senior official from the transportation department called the station.
Fortunately, this was not some great Eastern power; otherwise, the security guard who stopped Tokiwa might have started “the pear blossoms falling before your window.”
Amidst the ghost-seeing gazes of the security staff, the shigurekiri was successfully checked through to the final station.
Seen this way, the Jujutsu Higher-ups aren’t entirely useless…
If I ever really want to go on a killing spree in the future, I can choose to spare a few that I find pleasing, depending on the situation.
“Tokiwa-kun.”
Nanami nodded slightly and took Tokiwa into the black Jujutsu High sedan.
“I learned of your battle record from Gojo Satoru. You exorcised a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit right after enrollment; that’s quite impressive.”
“However,” he changed the subject, “the difficulty of this mission may be far above Grade 2.”
“The destination of this mission is Inunaki Village in Fukuoka Prefecture.”
“It is said that the area has a long history of urban legends, and coupled with its lagging economic development, a large amount of negative emotion has accumulated, gradually giving rise to a large number of Cursed Spirits.”
Hearing this, Tokiwa asked in confusion:
Nanami nodded: “That is exactly what is abnormal about this mission. Data shows that a few weeks ago, Inunaki Village was completely normal, with no traces of Grade 2 or higher Cursed Spirits.”
“But recently, there have been a large number of missing person cases involving villagers and tourists, as well as eyewitness reports of Cursed Spirits.”
“According to the Assistant Supervisor’s assessment, the danger level of the incident is at least Grade 1.”
“Our duty is to explore as much as possible, eliminate the most active and dangerous Cursed Spirits, and wait for Gojo Satoru to return to wrap things up.”
As expected, it still has to be left to Gojo Satoru…
Indeed, a gathering of Cursed Spirits above Grade 2 is not something that one or two Grade 1 Sorcerers can easily solve.
And of the remaining three Special Grade sorcerers at Jujutsu High, one does not participate in missions, and one is still in Africa; only Gojo Satoru can clean up this mess.
Nanami gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed straight ahead:
“If we encounter extreme situations, I cannot guarantee your safety.”
“Therefore, I hope you can gauge the situation well and retreat in time when you can no longer hold on.”
Tokiwa smiled: “Don’t worry, Mr. Nanami, I am not the type of person who would voluntarily jump into a pit of fire.”
Nanami was silent.
That year, before his classmate Yu Haibara went on a mission, he seemed to have said such optimistic words as well.
But in the blink of an eye, Haibara became a cold corpse covered by a white sheet.
…Jujutsu Sorcerers are shit.
“I hope so.” Nanami’s voice was hoarse.
The black sedan sped across the rugged mountain road, descending toward the small village in the distance like a small insect caught in a spider’s web.
The sky was overcast, with thick clouds obscuring the daylight, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
Tap.
A pale foot stepped onto the muddy ground.
The owner of the foot had a handsome face, greyish-white hair, and his entire body was covered in stitched scars.
The leader of the four disasters, Mahito.
He glanced at the black sedan in the distance, turned his head, and said in a relaxed tone:
“Geto, people from Jujutsu High have arrived. What should we do?”
Behind Mahito, the person called Geto slowly appeared.
He was draped in a Gojo robe, had squinting eyes, and wore a hairpin in the back of his head.
It was none other than the Jujutsu High traitor, Geto Suguru, who had launched the “Night Parade of a Hundred Demons” a year ago and was killed by Gojo Satoru’s own hands.
However, there was now a line of stitches on the top of his head that hadn’t been there before.
“Don’t worry, Mahito.”
“Geto Suguru” chuckled: “The Cursed Spirits outside were meant as a gift for Jujutsu High…”
“As long as ‘that thing’ can mature, all of our efforts will not have been in vain.”