The wind whistled.
Wisps of fresh air seeped in through the gaps in the car windows.
Even though it was early summer, the wind brought a hint of chill.
“Tokiwa-kun.”
Kento Nanami, in the driver’s seat, spoke suddenly.
“Hold on tight, I’m accelerating.”
Before Ryuichi could react, Nanami slammed on the gas.
Vroom!
The engine roared, and the black sedan tore through the wind, weaving along the mountain road like a fish.
“Mr. Nanami, don’t tell me you also have a racing license.”
Ryuichi quipped, glancing at the rearview mirror.
Only then did he notice a humanoid creature sprinting behind the car.
He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the thing was actually closing the distance!
“What’s going on?!” Ryuichi instinctively leaned out to look back.
Nanami had already pushed the speed to 150 km/h!
What met his eyes was a decaying old woman.
She was hunched over with short limbs, but as she ran, her arms and legs moved like the wind.
It was somewhat comical, yet inexplicably terrifying.
Nanami said calmly: “High-speed Granny, one of the urban legends.”
“It’s said that she sprints on highways, catching up to vehicles and causing traffic accidents.”
“Tokiwa-kun, prepare for battle.”
Ryuichi formed hand signs, then suddenly leaned his head out.
Boom—
A basketball-sized Fireball Jutsu flew toward the old woman, but she made a sharp turn, easily evading Ryuichi’s attack range.
“Hehe.”
Her sagging face twitched, as if mocking Ryuichi.
‘Damn it.’
Ryuichi pulled back into the car, cursing inwardly.
Fireball Jutsu not only had a long wind-up but also a slow flight speed.
In terms of versatility and power, it was completely inferior to his other two abilities; the rating was basically bottom-tier.
Perhaps provoked by Ryuichi, the old woman began to run on all fours, sprinting like a cheetah.
Her already fast speed increased by another 30 percent!
“Tokiwa-kun, get out of the car and fight!”
The car entered a curve, and Nanami jerked the steering wheel.
Screech—
Amidst the screeching of tires gripping the road, the car carved an arc along the curve.
High-speed Granny couldn’t change direction in time, and Nanami actually opened up some distance.
Seeing the speed drop drastically, Ryuichi channeled Cursed Energy to protect his body, rolled out of the car, and locked eyes with the pursuing High-speed Granny.
“So you’re the one called High-speed Granny?!”
Ryuichi sneered, as a burly, bird-headed humanoid figure flickered behind him.
He raised his hands, and two ropes woven from flames ensnared High-speed Granny’s legs.
The flames burned, and although they couldn’t stop her from advancing, her speed was brought down to a manageable combat range.
Ryuichi focused his thoughts, and the Stand merged into his body.
One of the Stand’s abilities: attaching to the body to increase the user’s speed and strength.
“Eat my Asura Tyrant Phoenix Fist!”
The punch flew out.
With the triple amplification of Cursed Energy, Stand, and flames, the power of this punch was truly terrifying.
It was comparable to landing a Black Flash.
Boom—
High-speed Granny couldn’t stop in time, and her head collided with Ryuichi’s fist.
Like smashing a ripe watermelon, the old woman’s head exploded.
Purple, black, and red gore splattered everywhere.
[Eliminated Grade 2 Cursed Spirit, +10 Points]
“Pah.”
Ryuichi spat out a mouthful of blood and gore, feeling depressed.
Although the Cursed Spirit’s blood would gradually dissipate in the air, he hadn’t been able to dodge in time and had still gotten some in his mouth.
How should he describe the taste…
It was just like what Suguru Geto described, like a rag covered in vomit…
Ryuichi glared viciously at the High-speed Granny on the ground, which was emitting black smoke.
Seeing how fast it ran, he thought it was some tough character, but it hadn’t even been able to take a single punch.
As long as its movement was restricted, this guy wasn’t a threat at all.
And it only gave a pitiful ten points.
Ryuichi dismissed his Stand and turned back toward the car.
The car was parked on the side of the road, with Nanami holding a short tanto in one hand and the shigurekiri in the other.
He seemed to be…
in a standoff with something.
At the end of the mountain road, a two-meter-tall, muscular figure slowly approached.
He had a face full of fat, wore a blood-stained apron, carried a rusty kitchen knife, and dragged a chain with limbs attached to the end.
Such a familiar image naturally reminded the two of Mikako, who had been exorcised yesterday.
“The Cursed Tool, was it recovered…”
Nanami adjusted his glasses, sweat slowly forming on his forehead.
The Butcher Cursed Spirit before them was no less powerful than Mikako.
The Butcher slowly walked out, followed by a group of small Cursed Spirits with red palms and sharp claws.
Ryuichi jogged forward and took the shigurekiri that Nanami handed him.
Although in terms of raw strength, the two of them definitely wouldn’t lose to the group of Cursed Spirits before them.
But the Jujutsu High car was right there; if it were destroyed in the fight, and the Cursed Spirits swarmed out, they would be in grave danger.
Nanami’s expression was serious as he pointed to the sky:
“It’s useless.”
Looking in the direction Nanami pointed, a pterosaur-like creature was soaring and circling 100 meters above their heads.
The moment his eyes locked onto that thing, Ryuichi felt as if his brain had been stabbed by a sharp knife.
Danger!
Extremely dangerous!!
It was definitely…
a Special Grade.
“Haha, I overplayed my hand.”
Ryuichi suddenly laughed with resignation.
He had originally planned to earn points and contend with Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
But on the way to earning points, he had run straight into a Special Grade.
Although he hadn’t seen the Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the Juvenile Detention Center that had contained one Sukuna’s Finger.
But Ryuichi could be certain that the strength and intelligence of this Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the sky were definitely far superior to that bottom-tier Special Grade.
“Tokiwa-kun, don’t give up easily.”
In this desperate situation, Nanami forced himself to remain calm.
“That Special Grade Cursed Spirit doesn’t seem to have any intention of coming down to hunt immediately; we still have time to maneuver.”
“You contacted Satoru Gojo before, right? As long as we can hold out until he arrives, we still have hope.”
That was easier said than done, but both of them knew it in their hearts.
Satoru Gojo didn’t have an Anywhere Door, and they didn’t know where he was on business; the probability of him appearing in time was slim to none.
“Anyway, let’s take care of this bunch in front of us first.”
Ryuichi drew his shigurekiri, his expression cold and stern.
The thing in the sky had unknown intentions, but the Butcher and the small fry in front of them were already closing in.
He would handle these Cursed Spirits first, then use the [Ability Amplification Card].
Working with Nanami, it wasn’t entirely hopeless to face a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
“Charge!”
Nanami let out a low shout, and the short tanto in his hand swung toward the adjacent mountain wall.
Ratio Technique: Collapse!
Facing a sea of Cursed Spirits, Nanami clearly held nothing back, immediately unleashing a powerful technique to clear the fodder.
Boom—
Cursed Energy surged, rocks fell, and more than half of the small Cursed Spirits were directly buried by this blow.
But the Butcher just swung its chains, blocking most of the falling rocks.
The scattered gravel that struck it was blocked by its thick, scar-covered skin.
“Heh!”
The Butcher sneered and, clutching its kitchen knife, charged toward the two of them.