Magito started his adventure

No one dared to move or even breathe; the moment Magito manifested, everyone felt a sense of dread and fear. It was as if he were the living incarnate of a calamity. No... An anomaly had manifested. Something that should never exist.

When they were told who and what sort of power their target wielded, all of them had one thought. It was going to be easy. Even if the target had the power to copy and create a shikigami version of Gojo Satoru, as long as they prevented him from creating one, then he was easy prey.

They didn't expect that a curse on all things would ironically provide the means for their target to create a powerful Shikigami. They had no idea what a curse could do but when the gate of hell suddenly shows up out of nowhere, it makes the message clear.

What happens from here on is that they were nothing but sacrifices to the monster protecting its master.

Kazuya POV.

The gym was a mess, after a hell gate sprouted from the ground and busted through the roof, the entire place turned into a war zone. I could practically hear the groans of the fallen beams and the cries of the broken equipment. It was like the aftermath of a typhoon, only with more ominous vibes. But hey, it suited our little gathering just fine.

As I stood amidst the wreckage of the school gym, I could feel the tension thickening in the air. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the broken beams and scattered debris, adding to the eerie atmosphere. But it wasn't just the physical destruction that made my skin crawl—it was the palpable unease radiating from Magito and the gate in front of me.

This was one of the downsides whenever I used Deadman's quota: 'creation'. There's always a flare. Hakumen was a literal dragon, that swallowed a moon. I'm still confused about that part. Asta was a literal devil that clawed its way out of the earth. And now, Magito, which only made me confused, was expecting hands when he manifested, to be honest.

Anyway, I smirked to myself as I summoned my newest creation, the Great Deceiver, Magito. The moment he materialized, I sensed a shift in the energy around us. My eyes wandered to my assassins, observing their reactions.

I could see it in their eyes—the way they shifted nervously, hands twitching at their sides. And who could blame them? With Magito in the house, things were about to get really interesting, real fast.

"What the hell is that?" one of the assassins muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

I glanced at him, noting the way his hand trembled slightly as he gripped his weapon. "That," I said, my tone laced with amusement, "is Magito. My latest creation. And unfortunately for you, your butcher."

My eyes then went to Mahito, gauging his reaction. The curse spirit had the most hilarious look. It was as if some racists just said the forbidden word in the worst way possible. However, in this case, I don't blame him. Magito is Mahito, after all.

Mahito might have been the master of soul transfiguration, but even he couldn't deny the threat Magito posed. Unlike the curse users, Mahito could see the true extent of Magito's power, and thanks to his curse technique, he also knew what this Shikigami was. And it terrified him.

Magito and Mahito shared the same technique, but that's where their similarities ended. While Mahito focused on transfiguring humans, Magito's abilities knew no bounds. He was already at the pinnacle of his power, surpassing anything Mahito could hope to achieve. It made me wonder—what were the limits of Mahito's technique? Was there a threshold it couldn't surpass, or was it a matter of what the soul itself could endure?

My mind raced with questions as I watched Magito march his way towards me. The Shibuya arc revealed the true extent of Mahito's abilities, but it also raised new questions about the nature of the soul. Did inanimate objects possess souls, or was it limited to living organisms? And if Mahito or Magito were to alter their souls, would their techniques change as well?

But enough with the philosophical mumbo jumbo. I had a job to do, and it was time to get down to business. Hakumen and Asta drew out their respective blades, each getting to their respective stance. Magito only growled and flexed his muscles to make them bigger.

"Alright, boys," I said, my voice cutting through the chaos. "Let's show these clowns what we're made of."

Hakumen and Asta didn't respond but their eyes burned with determination. They might not be able to talk, but they knew what was up. It was time to kick some ass and take some names.

"You're not like other sorcerers,"

I turned to Mahito and raised an eyebrow. "Is that a compliment?"

Mahito's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were sizing me up. "You didn't tell me you had another trick up your sleeve," Mahito said, his voice laced with uncertainty.

I shrugged, playing it cool. "What can I say? I like to keep you on your toes." I grinned, feeling a surge of satisfaction. If Magito had thrown Mahito off his game, then we were already one step ahead. " Now then, Magito..."

My newest shikigami turned to me with a curious expression. I barked out a single command: "Destroy." I pointed to my assassins earning a savage grin full of malice from my spirit. Without hesitation, Magito roared like a wild beast and launched himself into the fray, leaving me to deal with Mahito.

"Asta, keep Mahito busy so he doesn't feel left out." In a blink of an eye, Mahito gasped as he felt his shoulder being cut by Asta's sword, his curse energy rapidly depleting as the wound refused to close.

"Keep an eye on him, " I silently ordered Hakumen to keep an eye on Mahito and to give support to Asta in the worst-case scenario, while I monitored Magito's performance. The last thing I needed was for Mahito to pull a fast one while I was distracted.

As I watched Magito tear through the curse users with ruthless efficiency, I couldn't help but marvel at his raw power. Unlike Hakumen and Asta, Magito lacked intelligence, but that didn't make him any less deadly. It made him even more dangerous—he was like a nuclear warhead with the instincts of a seasoned warrior. It was like I was watching Hulk from 2008 with the way he was fighting.

But the longer I watched Magito lay waste to the curse users, the more I was reminded of Madara's one-sided slaughter against the Shinobi alliance, back when he unleashed Susanoo.

The thought of summoning Madara himself crossed my mind, but I quickly pushed it aside. While he would undoubtedly be a powerful ally, his ego and identity would complicate matters. Maybe I could summon someone else—a hero from another universe, perhaps. Alcides from the Nasuverse.

"Nah, too risky," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "I don't need any more wild cards in this fight."

The risks were too great. The only way to control a summoned shikigami was through a binding vow to set a time limit or by beating them into submission. And even then, there was no guarantee that they would obey my commands.

Before I could dwell on it further, debris came hurtling towards me, narrowly missing my head and forcing me to duck for cover as Hakumen split it in two.

"Hey, watch it!" I shouted at Magito, frustration creeping into my voice. "Are you trying to take me out too?"

Magito didn't respond, of course—he couldn't. But I could sense a hint of guilt in his movements as he paused, seemingly chastened by my words.

"Sorry, boss, I'll be more careful next time." I imagined him saying, though I knew it was just wishful thinking on my part.

As I watched Magito continue his rampage, a nagging feeling of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Something wasn't right. Magito's body was bombarded with curse techniques left and right but his regeneration was off the charts, and even I was surprised at how fast he was healing. Then it placed its hand on its chest.

"Why is he using idle transfiguration on itself?" I muttered to myself, frowning as I tried to make sense of it.

Magito was using idle transfiguration—a move he shouldn't need, considering his regeneration was already taking care of his injuries. Confusion gnawed at me as I tried to make sense of it.

To my surprise, I felt something new forming within Magito's properties. I couldn't put my finger on what it was but it felt different. The curse user who had injured him made another attempt, only to find their attack ineffective.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Had Magito become immune to curse techniques? Was he mimicking Mahoraga? No wait, that's not it... Magito isn't adapting... He's evolving! The thought sent a shiver down my spine, I might have made an error.

As Magito grew in size, crushing the curse user responsible for his injury like an ant, I could still feel that Magito was still under my control. Which meant that Magito was evolving reactively. It's using idle transfiguration to become immune to the causes of its injuries. This calmed me down a bit since I didn't waste a slot of my technique.

But Magito wasn't done yet. He sprouted additional arms and faces, transforming into a monstrous Asura-like figure. I raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the unnecessary theatrics but who cares? He looked awesome and terrifying.

Sending out a mental command, I instructed Magito to ignore certain curse users I recognized—they were more valuable to us alive than dead.

Magito tore through the curse users, their panic was palpable. They scrambled to defend themselves, their movements were frantic and desperate. It was like watching a pack of cornered animals, lashing out in a last-ditch effort to survive.

"Damn, what the hell is that thing?" one of the curse users exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.

"I don't know, but we need to take it down fast," another replied, his tone urgent.

"Take him down!" one of the curse users shouted, pointing at me, desperation evident in his voice. Only for Hakumen to split his head into two.

"Get him! Don't let him get close!" one of the curse users shouted, his voice tinged with fear.

But it was of no use. Magito was a force of nature, unstoppable, and relentless in his pursuit. With each swing of his massive fists, he sent curse users flying, their bodies crumpling under the force of his blows.

"Damn it, he's too strong!" another curse user exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.

I couldn't help but smirk as I watched Magito in action. This was what true power looked like—raw, unbridled, and utterly terrifying.

"What the hell? How is he immune to curses?" a curse user exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"What are we supposed to do against that thing?" another curse user cried out, his voice tinged with panic.

"We have to fight back! Don't let it overwhelm us!" another responded, rallying the others to action.

"I don't understand. How is that even possible?" another asked, his confusion evident.

"Damn it, we need to retreat!" one of the curse users shouted, his voice tinged with defeat.

"Run! Get out of here!" another curse user screamed, his voice filled with terror.

"Damn, it looks like we're screwed," one of the curse users muttered, resignation evident in his voice.

But it was too late. With a deafening roar, Magito lunged forward, his massive form crushing everything in its path. The curse users had no chance—their fate was sealed the moment Magito became immune to their attacks.

As I watched the carnage unfold, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was what they deserved—for daring to challenge us, for standing in the way of our goals. With Magito at my side, there was nothing we couldn't accomplish. And as the last of the curse users fell, I knew that our victory was assured.

Magito started using idle transfiguration and started converting the curse users into monsters, forcing them to attack their allies. I turned to Mahito, who looked lost and terrified when he saw Magito, using his technique like child play.

As the dust settled and the echoes of Magito's rampage faded away, only four curse users remained. Most of the assassins had either met their demise or been converted into pellets by Magito, ready for me to experiment on.

I spared a glance at the two remaining curse users, who were deemed unnecessary for my experiments. They were free to leave, at least for now. But for the other two, particularly the old lady named Ogami, I had different plans.

Ogami possessed a unique curse technique that allowed her to download information about sorcerers through a seance ritual, which her grandchild would then absorb. It was a gold mine for someone like me, searching for shortcuts to power. With her, I could access powerful curse techniques without the hassle of seeking out strong spirits or sorcerers.

This meeting was pure luck, and I'm not wasting it.

A bloodthirsty grin spread across my face as I approached Ogami, my eyes glinting with anticipation. "Don't even think about trying anything funny," I warned her, my voice dripping with menace.

The old lady glared at me, despite her fear and constant shaking. I have to give respect to her grandson though. The man was willing to throw away his life to protect his grandma.

"Ah, don't give me that look, granny," I taunted, my tone laced with amusement. "You know you're no match for us."

Ogami's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent, her defiance burning bright despite the fear in her gaze.

Next, I turned my attention to Mahito, who attempted to make a run for it, only to be thwarted by Hakumen's spatial manipulation. With Magito and Asta looming nearby, Mahito's escape was effectively cut off.

"A+ for the effort," I said, my voice laced with amusement. "But you're not going anywhere."

Mahito glared at me, his defiance evident in every line of his body. But he knew as well as I did that he was no match for me.

"Ooh~ scary." I feigned a look of fear before cutting straight to the chase. "I want a binding vow," I demanded, my tone firm and unwavering. "In exchange for sparing your sorry hide."

Mahito scoffed, his arrogance barely contained. "You think you can demand anything from me?" Mahito spat, his voice laced with venom.

I chuckled, my lazy demeanor belying the gravity of the situation. "Oh, I think you'll find that I can demand whatever I want, and you'll comply if you know what's good for you."

Mahito's expression darkened. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" Mahito spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

I chuckled, enjoying the taste of victory. "Clever enough to outsmart you, apparently."

Before he could respond, a low growl emanated from Magito, sending a shiver down Mahito's spine. He seethed with frustration, realizing he was in no position to negotiate.

"Fine," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "What do you want?"

I leaned back lazily, crossing my arms as I considered my options. "Not much," I replied with a shrug. "Just that you stay put and cause no trouble until I call upon you to do otherwise. And don't talk about what happened here to anyone."

Mahito's brow furrowed in confusion. "So you want me to be your hitman, is that it?"

I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips. "Not quite. I just need you to handle any... inconveniences that may arise. by any means necessary. Oh and to deal with someone."

I leaned in closer, my eyes narrowing as I delivered my final demand. "And whatever you do, stay away from Kento Nanami, Kugisaki Nobara, Junpei Yoshino, and any kid connected to him. They're off-limits, understood?"

Mahito hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. But in the end, he knew he had no choice but to comply. With a resigned sigh, he agreed to my terms, the binding vow taking hold with a surge of dark energy.

"Good boy," I said, giving him a patronizing pat on the shoulder. "Now run along and don't cause any more trouble."

With the terms of our agreement set, I turned my attention back to Ogami, a wicked grin spreading across my face. With her power at my disposal, there was no limit to what I could achieve.

"Alright, you two," I said, addressing Ogami and her companion. "Time to make a choice—cooperate, or suffer the consequences."

Ogami's eyes widened in fear, her trembling hands betraying her anxiety. She knew as well as I did what was at stake.

"Please, spare us," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "We won't cause any trouble, I swear."

I chuckled, enjoying the fear in her eyes. "Oh, I'm not planning on killing you," I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "You've got something I need soyou're going to help me with something very important."

With a flick of my wrist, I positioned Magito near them, his massive form casting a long shadow over their trembling figures. It was a subtle reminder of who held the power in this situation.

"Now, let's talk terms," I said, leaning in closer. "You two are not going to tell anyone what happened here and you're going to help me access unique curse techniques, understand?"

Ogami nodded, her eyes wide with fear. "Yes, anything you want," she whispered.

"Good," I said, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "Because if you try anything funny, you'll regret it."

I reached for my phone, feeling the weight of the device in my hand as I contemplated whether it was worth the effort to answer Kaito's call. With a resigned sigh, I swiped to accept the call, the familiar ringtone blaring in my ear.

"Hey, Kaito," I greeted lazily, my voice dripping with disinterest. "So, how badly do you want your beating today? Scale of one to ten."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, filled with hesitation and uncertainty. I could almost hear the gears turning in Kaito's mind as he struggled to come up with a response.

"I-I'm sorry, Kazuya," Kaito stammered, his voice tinged with nervousness. "I didn't mean to betray you. I was just... scared."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his pathetic excuses. "Save it, Kaito," I interrupted, cutting off his feeble attempts at apology. "If I didn't know why you did it, you and your family would be history by now."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of Kaito's ragged breathing. I could practically hear the fear emanating from him, like a palpable aura of desperation and dread.

"P-please, Kazuya," Kaito pleaded, his voice trembling with fear. "Spare my family; take my life instead."

I scoffed at his pitiful attempt at bargaining. "Shut up and listen," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "I have a demand, and you're gonna listen whether you like it or not."

There was a brief pause before Kaito's voice came through the line again, filled with trepidation. "W-what do you want?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having the upper hand. "I want you to pick me up," I stated bluntly, getting straight to the point. "We're going to McDonald's for takeout, and you're deactivating the veil."

I could practically hear the panic in Kaito's voice as he processed my demand. "But Kazuya, the spirit—"

"I don't care," I interrupted, cutting off his protests. "You're doing it, and you're doing it now."

Turning to Ogami and her grandson, I asked if they had a phone. The grandson hesitantly produced an old model, and I snatched it from his hands without a second thought. Dialing my own number, I saved it in their contacts before handing the phone back.

"You're free to go once I'm out of this dump," I told them, my voice dripping with lazy indifference. "I'll call you shortly with a list of sorcerers I want to be resurrected."

With that, I turned towards the exit and left the gym behind. As I made my way out, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from Gojo. I answered begrudgingly, already dreading the conversation to come.

"What do you want?" I grumbled, my eyes widening in surprise, before sighing and muttering to myself to sic Magito and Hakumen on Gojo when I got back.