Somewhere in Tokyo, inside an ordinary family restaurant.
At lunchtime the place was crowded.
Customers chatted.
Waiters hurried between tables.
Yet no one seemed to notice the corner table.
People instinctively avoided it.
Even the staff walked around that area without realizing why.
Because a barrier technique had been placed there.
Inside that small sealed space sat several terrifying figures.
If an ordinary human saw them—
They would faint instantly.
The Gathering of the Disaster Curses
A cursed spirit with a volcano-shaped head impatiently smoked a pipe.
Flames occasionally flickered from the crater at the top of his head.
This was Jogo, a Special Grade cursed spirit born from humanity's fear of volcanoes and the earth.
Beside him sat a tall, thin cursed spirit.
Branches sprouted from her head like antlers.
Leaves rustled softly whenever she moved.
She quietly sipped a glass of water.
This was Hanami, a curse embodying humanity's fear and hatred of nature.
Nearby, a small octopus-like creature hunched in its chair.
Although its appearance looked harmless—
The cursed energy radiating from it felt chilling.
This was Dagon, a curse born from the fear of the ocean.
Across from them sat a man wearing monk-like robes.
A calm smile rested on his face.
But stitched across his forehead ran a distinctive scar.
This was the body of Suguru Geto.
But the consciousness controlling it—
Was Kenjaku.
"Hey, Geto."
Jogo exhaled smoke impatiently.
"Are you sure your plan will work?"
"You're saying that Prison Realm can seal Satoru Gojo?"
"That monster is on a completely different level."
Kenjaku calmly stirred his coffee.
"Of course it can."
"As long as the activation conditions are satisfied…"
"…even Gojo Satoru cannot escape."
"The Prison Realm is a barrier formed from the remains of the Buddhist monk Genshin."
"It's a cursed object capable of sealing anything."
"Tch."
Jogo snorted.
Flames flickered violently above his head.
"Gojo Satoru…"
"I could burn a human like that to ashes myself."
Kenjaku shook his head slightly.
"Don't underestimate him."
"In a direct fight…"
"…even if all of us attack together…"
"…he would probably kill us all."
The restaurant table fell silent.
Because everyone present understood that statement was not an exaggeration.
Gojo Satoru truly was that powerful.
Then Kenjaku continued.
"And now…"
"…a new variable has appeared."
"A variable?" Jogo asked.
Kenjaku spoke a name.
"Yagami Sora."
"A first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High."
"Recently classified as a Special Grade sorcerer."
Jogo burst out laughing.
"A first-year brat?"
"Have Special Grades become worthless?"
Kenjaku calmly slid a photograph onto the table.
The picture showed the ruins of the Juvenile Detention Center.
A massive crater scarred the landscape.
"That crater…"
"…was created by him."
"He single-handedly killed a Special Grade cursed spirit."
"And…"
Kenjaku paused slightly.
"…he suppressed Sukuna."
"Sukuna?!"
The room instantly froze.
Even the Disaster Curses reacted.
Because among cursed spirits—
Ryomen Sukuna was both their king…
…and their greatest terror.
"Hmph."
Jogo stood up abruptly.
Heat distorted the air around him.
"I'll go check him out."
"If this brat isn't actually strong…"
"…I'll burn him to ashes myself."
"Wait."
A new voice interrupted.
"Oh my…"
"Why the rush?"
A young man with long blue hair appeared beside the table.
His skin was covered with stitch-like markings.
He toyed with a small humanoid doll in his hands.
This was Mahito.
A Special Grade cursed spirit born from humanity's fear and hatred of itself.
"Mahito."
Jogo frowned.
"You're interested in him too?"
Mahito grinned widely.
"Interested?"
"Sure."
"But I've found something more amusing."
He placed the small doll onto the table.
The doll twitched weakly.
Soft whimpers escaped its mouth.
"I met a very interesting young man in Kawasaki."
Mahito's smile grew darker.
"I want to see what happens when a pure soul…"
"…falls into despair."
Then he looked toward Kenjaku.
"I also prepared a little surprise there."
"If the sorcerers notice it…"
"…they'll send someone to investigate."
"And maybe…"
"…that Yagami Sora will come."
Kenjaku raised an eyebrow.
"You want to experiment on him?"
Mahito spread his hands.
"Why kill him immediately?"
"I want to see the shape of his soul."
"My Idle Transfiguration directly manipulates the soul."
He leaned forward slightly.
"Even if he can reflect physical attacks…"
"…can he reflect the shape of his soul?"
Kenjaku considered for a moment.
Then nodded.
"Very well."
He looked toward Jogo.
"Be patient."
"Let Mahito test him first."
"If Mahito's technique works…"
"…then he isn't a threat."
"But if it doesn't…"
Kenjaku's eyes turned cold.
"…we'll deal with him during the Kyoto Goodwill Event."
"Tch."
Jogo clicked his tongue but sat back down.
"Fine."
"Play with him first."
Mahito picked up the trembling doll again.
His smile was cruel.
"Don't worry."
"I'll treat him very well."
Meanwhile — Tokyo Jujutsu High
Behind the school.
In the forest training ground.
The sun was setting.
Yagami Sora lay on the grass.
Completely exhausted.
After an entire day of training with Gojo Satoru, even his immense calculation ability had reached its limit.
Although Gojo hadn't fought seriously—
Even basic training with the strongest sorcerer was overwhelming.
"How was your day?"
Gojo walked over holding two cans of cola.
He tossed one toward Sora.
"Not bad."
Sora caught the drink and opened it.
"My Vector Plasma Cannon is improving."
"But if I want to hit you…"
"…I'll need even greater speed."
Gojo laughed.
"That's the spirit."
"Practice makes perfect."
Then—
His phone suddenly rang.
Gojo glanced at the message.
Then smiled slightly.
"Speak of the devil."
"It seems a mission just arrived."
He stood up and brushed the grass off his clothes.
"Ijichi sent a report."
"A strange death occurred at a movie theater in Kawasaki."
"The victim's head was grotesquely deformed."
"Highly likely to be the work of a cursed spirit."
"And…"
Gojo's expression grew more serious.
"There are traces of a Special Grade cursed spirit."
"Special Grade?"
Sora sat up immediately.
"Yes."
Gojo looked directly at him.
"And based on the residual cursed energy…"
"…this curse's ability likely involves the soul."
Sora crushed the empty cola can in his hand.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"The soul…"
"That sounds interesting."
Perfect timing.
A soul-based enemy was exactly what he needed to test his new abilities.
"Alright then."
Gojo gave a thumbs up.
"This will be your first mission after becoming Special Grade."
"Don't embarrass the title."
"Don't worry."
Sora stood up.
He tossed the crushed cola can across the field—
It landed perfectly in a distant trash bin.
"I'll make him regret ever being born."