The inhuman Tokyo. Infested by curses of all shapes and sizes. And among the plethora of low grade exist some that are almost special grade. For more than 50 years no human has entered into the core region of the exclusion zone. But one group of sorcerers dared to enter into hell fire.
Through the wrekage that was left off during the battle with Sukuna, Megumi group walked slowly so as not to stir any disturbance. Whenever Megumi rose his head to look forward, the sight of damaged buildings and the decapitated roads panged his conscience. Deep down he still believed that this destruction was because of his incompetence. For most of the walk, Megumi was absent minded. Glimpses from the past flashed before his eyes, each one leaving behind a bitter aftertaste. At last they reached the destined site.
"Why here of all places?" Hima asked.
"It is here that Satarou Gojo was slained" Megumi told them pointing towards a large dried stain of blood on the ground. The blood had splashed to the nearby boulders.
"It's Satorou Gojo's blood?" Aio asked still able to sense some lingering curse energy around the stain.
"But why specifically" Sanso asked.
"Tch. The soul will resonate more closely when the ritual is performed at the site that holds a strong connection. And for Gojo that fight was all his life was meant for. Enough talking for now , let me concentrate" Hima scolded everything.
Quickly she sat on the ground and opened the forbidden jujutsu scroll. At once she began chanting the spell. Megumi put the jar in front of her and opened the lid. Everyone was anticipating something marvelous to happen.
Half an hour passed, all of them were bored to hell. Sanso was lying on a flat boulder and was half asleep. Dabura also sat on the ground and so did Aoi close to Megumi. Megumi was looking into the eye, noticing if there was any change in curse energy. Only Hima was completely engulfed in her spell.
[During the ritual, the life of the forbidden jujutsu user is in constant danger. If the sorcerer were to even spell a single syllable wrong, he/she will be instantly cursed. And that fate is worse than death.]
It was about to be an hour, even Hami was getting tired by constantly reciting the spells. A passing cloud shielded the sorcerer from the scorching sun for a minute. By the time the cloud passed, there was a change in the air. The curse spirits were the first to notice it. They had stopped doing their work and were looking in the sorcerer direction. Next was Megumi and Aio, who stood up at once and walked towards Hami. Upon sensing the change in curse energy, Hami continued with more zeal.
The eye was shaking inside the jar. With each passing second it shook more vigorously such that it was impossible to see what was inside the jar. Suddenly the eye shot upwards, and was descending down somewhere else.
"Why, why did it happen?" Megumi questioned Hami hurriedly.
"That eye had gathered too much cursed energy. It was trying to stabilize itself" Hami told them while folding her scroll as quickly as possible.
"Don't tell me that the eye has gone to waste" Sanso intervened.
Hami looked at him with a sore face and turned to Megumi
"The soul of Satarou Gojo has entered the eye."