June 2018.
Itaki Prefecture, former site of a multi-story parking lot. Night.
"Come on! Let's start tonight's intense combat, the Club Tournament!"
The bald host roared with fervor.
"The live commentary will be presented to you by me, John Bobby!"
He was in high spirits, waving his hands wildly on the commentary stand, his voice deafening.
Through the speakers, his fanatical mood completely ignited the surrounding crowd, and the audience raised their hands simultaneously, cheering wildly.
Suddenly, the host's tone shifted as he loudly introduced:
"Then first, let me introduce the contestant for this match! The Arrogant One, the Pure White Evil, the man who calls himself the one who will surely ascend to the Throne of God—Mahito!"
Mahito shook his head, feeling a heartfelt embarrassment at this introduction.
Although he did indeed claim he would surely ascend to the Throne of God, the feeling of saying it himself versus having someone else introduce him was quite different.
He didn't feel much when he said it, but hearing someone else say it made him incredibly self-conscious.
Jogo, who was accompanying Mahito, didn't feel any embarrassment at all.
On the contrary, he was incredibly excited.
"Pure White Evil, the one who shall ascend the throne of God... Hmph, these old humans understand quite a bit. Mahito, our great undertaking will begin here. I'm really looking forward to it."
Hanami, standing by, was also full of praise.
Mahito truly felt that the mental age of these intelligent Cursed Spirits must be young, at most at the level of a young Megumi who had just started his second year of middle school.
Otherwise, they wouldn't sincerely say the host's lines were cool—
yes, whether it was Jogo or Hanami, they were speaking from the heart; Mahito could feel it.
Speaking of which, he had never asked how old they were.
Logically, although they looked mature, they shouldn't be very old because they hadn't even heard of Gojo Satoru, making them "country bumpkin curses" in both name and reality.
But when Jogo fought Gojo Satoru, he had clearly called Gojo "kid."
Is the age all mixed up?
While considering these trivial thoughts, Mahito waved his hand casually.
"Well, Jogo, Hanami, I'm going up."
Jogo immediately roared with excitement.
"Mahito, let our new humanity's great undertaking begin from this very moment—let these 'old human monkeys' witness the power of the new humans!"
Hanami wasn't excited but said a few steady words.
"Yeah, I know, Jogo, Hanami."
Mahito said indifferently,
"I'll use this match to experiment with my new body—this Half-Cursed Spirit body."
Mahito slowly stepped forward from the player's tunnel.
The host's voice was still high and loud.
He waved his open hands, introducing the other contestant:
"And now, the opponent facing 'Pure White Evil' is—"
"The absolute powerhouse, the undefeated legend—Awasaka Jiro!!!"
The crowd in the stands let out a huge shout.
Compared to the unknown Mahito, Awasaka Jiro was the true master of this underground fighting arena.
The audience roared with all their might, releasing the deep-seated desire for flesh-and-blood combat.
Awasaka Jiro was a sturdy middle-aged man, with a wisp of hair like smoke on his nearly bald head.
He had thick eyebrows, a goatee, and large round eyes.
He wore a white shirt and a haramaki, his muscles straining against the white shirt so tightly it seemed they might burst through at any moment—
literally explosive muscles.
He walked step by step into the arena from the player's tunnel, looked up, and stared closely at his opponent.
The Cursed Spirit with the ambition to ascend the throne of God—
Mahito.
Within the Curse User community, news of a Cursed Spirit appearing in a human shell had spread at some point.
Every Curse User who knew about this special Cursed Spirit was forced into a Binding Vow; even if their mouths were torn open, they couldn't reveal this news to Jujutsu Sorcerers, because this Cursed Spirit possessed the power to overturn the jujutsu world.
This wasn't about the strength of the power, but because its ability was too hair-raising—
it can make people evolve.
"Evolution"—
what a desirable word.
"Evolution"—
what a terrifying word.
A Curse User who undergoes evolution will experience immense growth.
Whether it's Cursed Energy circulation, recovery speed, storage capacity, output ability, utilization efficiency, and the most important thing for a Jujutsu Sorcerer—
perception of the core of Cursed Energy—
each will grow tremendously.
Just as the word implies, they have achieved evolution.
Because of this, countless Curse Users were searching for this special Cursed Spirit, hoping to receive a blessing.
A Cursed Spirit with intelligence, a manifestation of humanity's hatred and fear toward itself, a Cursed Spirit longing to ascend the throne of God.
And the King of Curses born for the first time in a thousand years—
Mahito was now right before Awasaka Jiro's eyes.
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