After this attack, the Jujutsu Sorcerers in Miyagi had a rare period of peace.
According to investigations by local Assistant Supervisors and the Window, the Cursed Spirits that had repeatedly attacked the city recently were actually Cursed Spirits originally hidden near the city.
And according to the records of the Jujutsu Headquarters and the major Jujutsu Sorcerer Families in the area, the Cursed Spirits near Miyagi had been completely eradicated in these recent battles.
Furthermore, it was currently summer vacation, so it would likely be a long time before new Cursed Spirits were born.
Therefore, they could take a holiday.
After leaving behind the necessary vigilance forces, most of the Jujutsu Sorcerers began to enjoy their summer vacation.
Except for the Tsuchimiya Family, who clearly knew someone was watching them.
While the Tsuchimiya Family remained vigilant, Isayama Mei arrived at the Tsuchimiya Family with several servants.
"Long time no see, Tsuchimiya Family Head."
Isayama Mei bowed in greeting.
"Ah, Mei, it has indeed been a long time. Please come in."
Isayama Mei followed behind Tsuchimiya Utata, walking with elegant steps towards the Tsuchimiya Family residence.
Every movement of Isayama Mei was perfectly in line with etiquette.
"May I ask the reason for your visit?"
Steaming tea was placed on the tea table in front of them.
Tsuchimiya Utata's face still wore his usual poker face.
"Uncle Naraku heard that you encountered the Curse User from three years ago a few days ago, so he sent me to understand the situation."
Isayama Mei explained.
Isayama Naraku had originally intended to meet Tsuchimiya Utata himself, but Isayama Mei proactively offered to come, and Isayama Naraku did not refuse.
"Thank you for the Isayama Family's concern. This time, we indeed obtained a lot of information…"
Tsuchimiya Utata had no intention of hiding anything.
After all, the alliance between the Tsuchimiya Family and the Isayama Family had lasted for a thousand years.
Tsuchimiya Utata could never have imagined that Isayama Mei had already been manipulated by his enemy.
"sesshoseki, and as many as five of them?"
A hint of greed rose in Isayama Mei's heart, and she subconsciously began to feel the sesshoseki on her chest.
She had only obtained one sesshoseki, and her strength had greatly increased; if she could get five more… Isayama Mei quickly suppressed the desire in her heart.
She dared not let even a trace of Cursed Energy leak out now.
After all, opposite her was Tsuchimiya Utata, who also possessed a sesshoseki; any slight fluctuation in her Cursed Energy would be perceived by Tsuchimiya Utata.
"This is very important information. I will bring it to Uncle Naraku as soon as possible."
Isayama Mei bowed slightly, and Tsuchimiya Utata did not urge Isayama Mei to stay longer.
"Tsuchimiya Family Head, um, I want to go pick flowers. Tsuchimiya Family Head, please go back first; a servant can take me away later."
Isayama Mei, who was following Tsuchimiya Utata out, suddenly became somewhat bashful, speaking softly with a shy expression.
In Japan, for a long time, women felt that saying "I'm going to the restroom" was a shameful thing.
And because the squatting motion when going to the restroom somewhat resembled picking flowers, "going to pick flowers" gradually became a euphemism for going to the restroom.
"Hmm, Ibuki, you take Young Miss Mei away later."
"Yes, Family Head."
A woman in a purple kimono behind Tsuchimiya Utata bowed in greeting.
"Young Miss Isayama, please follow me."
Ibuki led Isayama Mei towards the restroom.
After entering the restroom, Isayama Mei did not relieve herself.
Isayama Mei unbuttoned her top, revealing her fair chest.
Several butterfly cocoons broke through her skin from her chest and fell onto the restroom floor.
The sesshoseki was also wrapped in a cocoon at this moment, ensuring that not a trace of its Cursed Energy would leak out, avoiding attracting Tsuchimiya Utata's attention.
After tidying her clothes, Isayama Mei left the Tsuchimiya Family with Ibuki as usual.
That evening, Isayama Yomi, who had been conflicted for a long time, finally put on the kimono her father had given her and went on her first date with Iizuna Noriyuki.
This was not a yukata-style kimono, but a luxurious kimono with more than a dozen structures such as a collar, sleeves, and obi.
Wearing the kimono, Isayama Yomi lost a bit of her youthful vivacity and gained a touch of dignified elegance.
The two, who initially came together through an arranged marriage, finally took their first step after letting go of their prejudices and truly falling in love.
Meanwhile, at Eichi's temporary residence.
Eichi was listening to Medea and Michael's research progress on shishiou.
"So, creating a new shishiou is feasible?"
Eichi nodded with satisfaction; the most important goal of this trip was about to be achieved, and Eichi was very happy in his heart.
"That's right, young man, Ms. Medea is truly amazing, very…"
Unlike Medea, who had a normal expression, and Eichi, who had a smile on his face, Michael Kohara, the cursed tool blacksmith from the Isayama Family, was already so excited that he started dancing awkwardly.
Although Michael's works were varied, he had also forged many swords and was considered a half-swordsmith.
After all, Jujutsu Sorcerers fight with cursed tools, and the sword, as a weapon, has been proven through a long history to be one of the most suitable weapon forms for combat.
No swordsmith could refuse the temptation of recreating a famous sword forging technique that had been lost for a thousand years.
It was like Senji Muramasa, who, knowing he would die, still chose to forge the Holy Sword of the Stars.
This was the swordsmith's "If one learns the Dao in the morning, one may die in the evening without regret."
"What do you need next?"
It took a while for the excited Michael to calm down.
Eichi was really afraid that the old man would suddenly collapse on the ground from over-excitement.
"Other Materials are easy to talk about; what's missing is the most core cursed object."
Medea picked up shishiou, her finger tracing the blade, and a surge of Cursed Energy emerged from the blade.
That was the core of shishiou, the cursed object formed from the death of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Indeed, the cursed objects remaining in the Isayama Family are not suitable for forging a sword."
Thinking of this, Michael Kohara immediately beat his chest in frustration.
Having found a method but unable to verify it immediately, Michael's heart was like a cat constantly scratching at him.
"What kind of cursed object do you need?"
He had cursed objects; he had obtained some over the years from exorcising Cursed Spirits and doing requests, but they were all kept at the High School.
Although shadows could store items, the weight would be added to him, so Eichi usually only carried things he frequently used in daily life.
After all, in terms of combat, he truly didn't have any special needs now.
Weapons and armor could all be replaced by the Ten Shadows Technique after mastering the Maximum Technique, except for some cursed tools with unique functions; otherwise, there was nothing good to carry.
It was better to carry a few cans of honey tea to feed Suguru Geto when he had nothing to do.
"Just look for what's listed here."
Medea handed him a notebook.
Eichi opened it, and the requirements for the desired cursed object were clearly recorded inside.
Size, Cursed Energy attribute, ability type… Eichi quickly memorized all the content.
"I will bring the cursed object as soon as possible. You two should rest for a while."
Medea didn't show much, but Michael, the old man, already had panda eyes.
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