Adventure in a school you fool

Outside the school, Kaito was leaning on his car while smoking to calm his nerves. He had been maintaining the barrier for a while now, which was surprising since Kazuya always ended his mission in seconds. Which only meant that Kazuya must be dealing with the assassins now. The man rechecked his phone, ensuring the veil he had set up around the school was still intact. The barrier would prevent anyone from seeing or sensing the curse spirit that was lurking inside. He had also triggered an alarm that forced all the students and staff to evacuate the area, claiming a gas leak. He hoped that no one would notice the lie. But the barrier had a purpose, which was to prevent any nearby sorcerers from interfering. Unless they receive Kaito's permission, no one can enter it. Except Gojo... That man would break his barrier but it would take him a few minutes, which is a feat. Unless he started those eyes of his.

He felt a pang of guilt as he thought of Kazuya, his ward, who was inside the school, facing the curse spirit alone. He had made it sound like a routine mission, but he knew it was anything but. A few days ago, right before this mission, he had been approached by a member of the Kamo clan. He was given an order to bring Kazuya to the school where the ambush had taken place.

By betraying Kazuya, he also betrayed his principles and he hated himself for it. But he had no choice. The council that oversaw all the curse users in the world saw Kazuya as a threat and said that he had to be eliminated. They offered him a large sum of money and a promotion, but he refused. He tried to argue, to defend Kazuya, and to ask for an explanation. But they started to threaten him, saying that if he didn't cooperate, they would kill him and his family. They had given him a deadline and a code word to say when the deed was done.

Seeing he had no choice in the matter, he could do nothing but comply. Which only made him bitter and resentful of the society he was part of.

He looked at his phone again and saw that he had missed a call. He swallowed hard and pressed the call-back button. He put the phone in his ear and heard a cold and emotionless voice.

"Report."

Kaito cleared his throat and tried to sound calm.

"Everything is going according to plan. Kazuya took the bait, and he's inside the school, fighting the assassins."

"Good. Is he still alive?"

Kaito hesitated, feeling a surge of hope. Maybe they would change their minds and spare Kazuya. He was desperate to see his charge live to see another day.

"Yes, he's still alive. He's a special grade, after all."

"I see. Then it's time for phase two. Listen carefully; this is your new order. You are to..."

Kaito felt his blood run cold as he heard the next words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt his mouth go dry and his voice crack.

"W-what? Are you serious?"

"Yes. That's the order. Do you have a problem with that?"

Kaito felt a surge of fear and a flicker of defiance. He wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't. He knew they had his family's lives in their hands. He had to obey for the safety of his family.

"N-no. No problem. I understand."

"Good. Then call us when it's done. And don't try anything funny, or you'll regret it. We'll be in touch."

The call ended, and Kaito felt a cold sweat on his forehead. He looked around and saw that he was not alone. Several men and women had appeared out of nowhere, surrounding him. Some were wearing dark clothes and some with masks, and they had weapons and talismans in their hands. His eyes nearly bulged out, realizing the implication. He knew they were curse users. He recognized some of them from the wanted posters, and he felt a chill in his spine. Are these reinforcements? Is the council going all out on killing the poor teen?

"What the hell? Those bastards called for more? Ugh, I knew this bounty was good."

"Ha! Dream on, old man, I'm taking that kid's head first."

Kaito could only listen as the curse users argued over who would be taking Kazuya's life. Then he felt like someone was staring at him, as he scanned the group, his eyes found the culprit of the feeling. One of them, a tall and muscular man with a scar on his face, looked at him with a smirk.

"Hey, you're Kaito, right? The one who's supposed to help us kill the target?"

Kaito nodded, feeling his heart pound. He wondered if they knew that he was Kazuya's handler. Would they kill him too, after they were done with Kazuya?

"Yeah, that's me."

"Good. This job won't last forever, and I don't want to waste time. Keep the veil up until I bring back the target's corpse. I'll treat you good, later, after I have fun with the kid." The man let out a perverse grin that made Kaito grimace and almost attack him.

The man walked past him and headed towards the school. The others followed him, leaving Kaito behind. He watched them go, feeling a wave of nausea. He wanted to stop them. He looked at his phone with the burning desire to warn Kazuya and to run away. But he knew he couldn't. He knew he had to stay, wait, and say the code word to inform the council of Kazuya's death when it was done.

He silently apologized to Kazuya, feeling tears in his eyes. He knew this betrayal would be forever etched into his soul and most likely, Kazuya would curse his family. He wished he could take it back.

He prayed that Kazuya would somehow escape, but he knew it was unlikely. Even if he were a special grader, fighting a group of assassins would be too much for anyone, unless you were Gojo. He made a silent wish of good luck to Kazuya and hoped that he would forgive him.

He got into his car and started the engine. He drove away from the school and waited for the call. He waited for confirmation that Kazuya was dead. He waited for the code word that would seal his fate.

But as he waited, he felt something inside him. A warning, a premonition, a doubt. He felt that something was wrong, that something about the mission was different and unexpected. He felt that it wasn't Kazuya who was trapped in there, but the assassins. He felt that Kazuya was not the prey but the predator. He felt that Kazuya was not the victim, but the victor.

He shivered as he wondered what sort of bloodbath would soon come. He knew that Kazuya wouldn't go down without a fight. He knew that Kazuya would make them pay for their betrayal. And he feared that he would come for him first.

Kazuya Pov

"Fucking hell..."

I groaned inwardly as I felt my arm slowly regenerate, the prickling sensation spreading through my body like a lingering itch. Losing it to Mahito's unexpected blade arm had been a real pain in the you-know-where. But hey, at least my trusty Shikigami healer was on it, saving me the trouble of dipping into my energy reserves.

After minutes of Mahito sending his transfigured humans at me, Mr. Patchface decided to switch up his tactics, which had caught me off guard. Hakumen Toji and Asta had been too far away to stop him and retreating was impossible as Mahito could stretch his body to reach me so I decided to hit him head-on with a curse-enhanced punch. Note to self: Bring a damn gun next time. I had been expecting his usual curse technique to hit me, but the dude decided to turn his arm into a freaking blade instead.

Dodging that thing at the last possible second had been a close call, but losing an arm wasn't exactly on my to-do list for the day. Not that it mattered much; I knew it'd grow back eventually with my shikigami's healing ability. Still, it was annoying as hell.

"Hey, need a hand?" Mahito taunted while waving my dismembered arm. However, his cocky demeanor was replaced by surprise as he fell to the floor.

I just lazily glared at him as he suddenly lost his balance due to a missing leg that I had torn off during the exchange. I didn't waste time, used the leg as a club, and hit the special grade spirit with a home run. The spirit didn't have time to move aside from blinking, as he went rolling across the floor until he skidded to a stop after growing a new leg to replace the missing limb.

"Ouch, you really don't know how to hold back, don't you?" Mahito taunted with a wide mocking smile.

I gave a mental eye-roll as I silently directed Hakumen and Asta to take the offensive. Watching them go at it with Mahito was like watching Star Wars all over again. And Mahito wasn't holding back.

The guy was a freaking acrobat, dodging and weaving like a pro, using his shapeshifting to disorient my shikigamis. However, he made a mistake in thinking my shikigamis were nothing more than just drones. He didn't realize he was being led to a pincer attack until it was too late. Of course, he couldn't hold himself back from mocking the two's attempt to trick him.

The moment Mahito jumped back to evade a pincer attack, Hakumen had already unleashed its curse technique, severing space itself. Reality shifted and overlapped, leaving Mahito momentarily disoriented as he found himself trapped between Hakumen and Asta once more. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, in this case, between a couple of pissed-off Shikigamis.

Before Mahito could fully comprehend what had transpired, he was forced to defend against the combined assault of my shikigamis. I couldn't help but smirk, I could tell he was trying to figure out what just happened but as they tore through his defenses like tissue paper, he started to panic, especially when Asta used his curse technique to cancel the flow of curse energy.

As for how I was able to recreate Asta's ability to cancel magic or this curse energy, it took a lot of convincing for Gojo to let me have a look at the inverted spear of heaven. The process was painful, as I had to stab myself several times with the sword to get a read on it. That was one of the most troublesome hurdles he had, as he had to keep doing it repeatedly for months just to get half of the information. I had to get therapy since I started to develop a thing for sharp things.

Anyway, Mahito's face was priceless—pure shock and disbelief. But hey, that's what you get for underestimating me. But my amusement turned to annoyance when Mahito suddenly split himself into pieces, evading our attacks with ease.

As he scrambled to patch himself up with his curse technique, I couldn't resist tossing a little taunt his way. "Don't look so surprised, bud." I drawled lazily. "Don't tell me you're going to chicken out just because you got a couple of scratches."

Mahito shot me a glare that could freeze hell. "You talk big for someone who's about to get their ass handed to them," he calmly spat, his voice dripping with venom.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the growing knot of worry in my gut. "But I'm not the one that's running with a tail between his legs," I said nonchalantly. "But hey, thanks for the warning. Your a nice guy despite all the messed up shit you just did."

Mahito's eyes narrowed as he assessed his injuries, his lips twisting into a sadistic grin. "I'm starting to like you." he sneered.

I scoffed, trying to brush off the chill creeping up my spine. "I don't swing that way bro."

But then Mahito dropped a bombshell that left me feeling like I'd just been sucker-punched. "You know, it's funny," he mused, his voice dripping with malice. "You've been calling me by name this whole time. But here's the thing: I never told you my name."

My blood turned to ice as his words sank in. He was right, there were several times I had called him by his name. How the hell had I missed that? I cursed myself for being so careless.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, cursing myself for being so careless. I had been so focused on taking him down that I had forgotten to hide my knowledge of him. Rookie mistake. I shrugged. "Lucky guess."

Mahito gave a 'are you serious' look. "That's the worst lie, I've ever heard. And I lie a lot." he said before chuckling darkly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "It looks like your trying to hide something," he taunted, his voice dripping with menace.

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising tide of panic. This was bad. Really bad. But hey, at least things couldn't get any worse, right?

... If I ever meet Murphy, I'm filing a restraining order.

As Mahito began to close in on me, his movements fluid and calculated, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was way over my head. I narrowly evaded Mahito's spear-fist and kicked him in the abdomen.

"Nice trick," I called out lazily, giving him a cheeky grin. "But I've seen that move so many times now."

His response? cocky smirk and his hand suddenly swelled, becoming a large spiked club.

"Uh, nuggets," I sighed, watching the club fall above before finding myself away from where I was seconds ago. But just as I was about to make my move, something caught my eye: Hakumen charging past me like a bolt of lightning, slicing through the air with its cursed blade. The samurai Shikigami split itself into six copies before fusing back into one, leaving Mahito coughing up blood as cuts appeared all over his body.

I couldn't help but grin at the sight. "Nice one, Hakumen," I called out, my voice filled with admiration. "I knew putting those Vergil movesets in would come in handy," I muttered before I heard the sound barrier break, shattering the glass around the building.

Asta swooped down from above, now wielding a massive sword with all the finesse of a master swordsman. The blade aimed to split Mahito in half with a single strike, but the guy was quicker than he looked. With a swift roll, he dodged out of the way, narrowly avoiding becoming a permanent part of the scenery the moment he healed.

I couldn't help but notice the shift in Mahito's demeanor—he was more wary of Asta now, realizing that his curse technique to cancel his curse energy was way too dangerous to take head-on. All the while, Mahito's gaze kept darting toward my healer, Shikigami, the one I had strategically placed within his line of sight. Good. That was exactly what I wanted him to focus on.

But as Mahito closed in on me once again, his eyes burning with determination, I knew I had to act fast. I needed him to touch me with his soul transfiguration technique, no matter the cost.

Why was I going to all this trouble to get Mahito's technique? It's because it's too overpowered. And let's just say I had a little project in mind—something involving heavenly restrictions and a certain someone named Maki. If I wanted to win her over, I needed the perfect gift, and Mahito's curse technique seemed like just the ticket.

Sure, I'd try it out on Mechamaru too, just for kicks. The poor guy is living in a bathtub with a robot body just to walk outside without keeling over.

Mechamaru and Miwa ship forever! Anyone who argues with me can mind their own business. My boy deserves to get his coochie after taking that risk in the Shibuya arc. He messed up, sure, but we have to respect the man's guts to go that far for a woman.

As Mahito rushed towards me, his every movement oozing with the obvious intent to kill me, I couldn't help but grin. This was it—the moment of truth. It was time to see if I could pull off the performance of a lifetime and walk away with the ultimate prize.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Mahito came at me, his bladed arm aimed straight at my gut. But before I could react, my healer Shikigami's core suddenly shattered in pieces as it jumped in between me and an incoming blade, using itself as a meatshield. I heard its cries of pain as it shattered into a million pieces.

This distraction cost me as Mahito yelled in glee as his attack tore through my abdomen and narrowly missed my spine. Pain shot through me as his bladed arm pierced my abdomen, and I struggled to catch my breath. But even as I doubled over, I couldn't help but curse under my breath. "Shit," I grumbled, my voice tinged with annoyance.

I thought I had enough time to deal with Mahito before fighting the hit squad but it looks like I messed up again.

Mahito's sickeningly cheerful hum grated on my nerves, and he chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Oh, it looks like you've got fans," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

I shot him a glare, clenching my jaw, fighting back the urge to scream as Mahito continued to gloat. Mentally, I was cursing up a storm, but on the outside, I was doing my best to play the part of the wounded prey.

"Hum, a special grade curse? Looks like a lucky day for me," one of the curse users said.

"Jujutsu High has really gotten their standards low if they gave this kid a special rank."

"Are we getting paid for this? That spirit killed our bounty!"

"Doesn't matter, As long as we bring the kid's corpse, those old coots won't give damn who kills the kid."

"Oh, wow. They really hate you, kid. Oh well, not my problem, now what should I do with you?" As Mahito pondered aloud what he should do with me, I fought to keep up the charade, my mind racing with frantic thoughts. I needed him to use his curse technique soon, or else I wouldn't be able to keep up the act much longer.

But just as panic threatened to consume me, I heard Mahito plan for me. "On second thought, I'll just leave you like this. It'll be fun to watch you squirm."

The thought sent a fresh wave of terror coursing through me, and without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his arm.

Mahito raised an eyebrow, his expression one of mild surprise. "Trying to put up a fight, are we?" he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement.

I forced a weak grin, my hand shaking as I clung to his arm for dear life. "The fight's not over," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mahito chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I can agree with you on that front," he conceded, his tone almost playful. "But I think it's time we moved on to the main event, don't you?"

Before I could respond, Mahito unleashed his curse technique, attempting to transfigure my soul. But I wasn't about to go down without a fight. With every ounce of willpower I could muster, I flooded my soul with curse energy, resisting Mahito's power with all my might.

Mahito watched with growing excitement as I struggled against his control, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, this is just too good," he purred, his voice laced with anticipation. "I can't wait to see how this ends."

But before he could make another attempt, he found himself suddenly dismembered by Hakumen. Mahito shot me a venomous glare, his eyes burning with rage. "Those things are starting to piss me off," he snarled, his voice dripping with hatred.

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the air like a madman's cackle. If I were a mad scientist, I would have found Mahito's technique to be a holy grail. And now that I have it, I feel a rush of excitement. As lazy as I am, there are still some things that can get me excited.

"What's so funny?" he demanded, his voice tinged with confusion. "Have you finally lost it? Has the blood loss made you go nuts?"

"Nah, I just got what I needed from you." I chuckled, my voice laced with amusement. I slowly raised my hands and performed a hand sign. My curse energy spiked, causing everyone around me to shield themselves.

"Hey," I yelled at Mahito, who was looking at me with so much contempt that I think I just took Yuji's spot. "If you want to get out of this alive, make a binding vow with me," I taunted.

"If I don't?"

I gave a cocky grin and said, "It's your funeral." I heard the assassins panic. It looks like the higher-ups told them about how my curse technique works. "By the way, say hi to your little brother."

"Shit, he's starting the ritual!"

"Stop him."

"MOVE!"

Hakumen reacted, causing spacial cuts around me, causing space to become disfigured like a cracked mirror. Making it impossible to reach me until the effects wore off. I started to chant. "With this treasure, I summon thee, the menace to society. Harbinger of mayhem."

Suddenly, a gate resembling the door from hell itself appeared, with purplish light surrounding us. A sudden dread spread around us, causing Mahito and the assassins to prioritize stopping me from completing the ritual.

"My bones and innards are the ink. Your soul is the brush. Paint the world with blood, agony, and despair..."

The door slowly started to creak open, letting more of the sensation of despair increase, causing my enemies to panic even more. A small orb came out of the gate, and I could feel my curse energy drop in half as the orb took on a defined shape.

Soon, the orb completed its transformation, causing an explosion of energy. My newest shikigami is now born, standing fifteen feet tall. It had a monstrous patchworked, muscular gray body and a crown-like plate covering his eyes. He has four horns protruding from his eye sockets and a tail-like appendage extending from the back of his head. His body is covered with stitches and spikes that give him the appearance that he was sewn together from different parts. It had ragged hakama pants.

"Great deciever... Magito." I named my shikigami.

"WRAAAHHHGGG!" Magito roared, letting out a powerful gust of wind, It was loud and primal but also menacing, filled with determination to destroy everything.