A fitting name.

Curses are energy which come from the negative emotions of humans.

A result highly represented by Michael in this situation.

Facing a near death crisis, the senses dulled by his peaceful life once again return to their instinctual form.

The overflowing emotions which should have been enveloping his body on the outside, is instead absorb by his jujutsu, the ability, like an animal deprived of its basic need to feed finally loose, cleaned every single drop of energy not only from Michael but also anything that came even remotely close.

The rule that Fushiguro thought that the jujutsu was only highly destructive when it comes into physical contact with Michael now becoming obsolete. The range, slowly at first, continues to enlarge at an ever increasing rate.

Gojo, as a spectator with the Six Eyes ability, start to ready himself. His fist tightening unconsciously worrying for Fushiguro. Ironically the person in battle without any injuries compared to the other. Nanami feeling an ominous pressure come from Michael, albeit not enough to do anything substantial.

At the scene of battle, sweat forms on Fushiguro's temples, a clear sign of distress. The pressure weighing on his figure giving him a sense of suffocation. His body feeling the full brunt of what Nanami feels due to his close proximity and the aim of this hostility.

From Fushiguro's perspective, the whites and pupils of Michael's eyes has already disappeared, replaced by blackness that aims to devour everything in existence.

Unknown to Fushiguro, the eyes of Michael although very creepy in nature and representation. For unknown reasons, currently has no ability whatsoever. The abyssal-like eyes as Fushiguro would call it, is the only visible change in Michael and not even an ounce of cursed energy seeped out of his body, thus being misunderstood as the center of his ability.

Seeing this change, Fushiguro no longer held his wolves back for the perfect timing. Simultaneously attacking from the left and right, while Nue dives from above. All witnesses believe Michael has no chance to evade with his broken leg.

"Stop! Fushiguro-kun we are not enemies."

Fushiguro, not only seeing Nanami in front of him but also Gojo in front of the now serene Michael.

Without saying anything, Gojo only removes his blind fold and looks directly into Michael's matte-black eyes.

The ability which has been getting stronger, not only absorbed the cursed energy produced by the negative emotions but for a moment all of Michael's emotions themselves.

Michael, who has had every emotion and unnecessary functions removed in his body and mind except the ability for self-preservation and combat, looks back at Gojo, unperturbed by the three shikigami aiming for his life. Extremely precise movements are planned inside his head.

Believing that Gojo and Nanami will take care of the situation, Fushiguro immediately orders his shikigami to stop. Nue and the white wolf was successful in stopping themselves, yet the black wolf has already left the ground and pounced on Michael unable to do anything in mid air. Its claws reaching for Michael.

Without looking away from Gojo's eyes, Michael tilts his head back to avoid the incoming claw.

Bringing his right hand under the neck airborne wolf, it gasped for mercy, a hand gripping so tightly bounding its neck. Twisting the rest of his body to accumulate force, starting from his still intact left leg and his broken right leg up to his hips, simultaneously his left hand hitting the ground to receive the oncoming rebound to his shoulders. Finally bringing both forces from his shoulder and lower body to his right arm.

*BOOM*

A deafening sound was heard and a crack spread from underneath the wolf.

Michael, who after grasping its neck brought the poor thing down to the hard asphalt, his right arm swinging all the way to bring the wolf up and all the way back down in front of Gojo's feet, his eyes never leaving focus from Gojo's.

A feat accomplished through sheer control of ones body and force. Reminding Gojo of a certain individual able to slaughter sorcerers without the ability to use cursed energy.

Michael exhausted in all sense of the word, faints. His eyes returning to normal. His ability returning back to his body and into a dormant state, but not before fully devouring the black wolf and a certain wisp of cursed energy in its range. The delayed response from the ability happening due to Michael exercising full control of the ability for a single second. A fluke just like the control over his force and body.

A smile forms on Gojo's lips as he puts back his signature black blind fold. From behind, Nanami is unable to comprehend how it was possible for Michael to do what he just did, an act he barely caught a glimpse of in the last second. Fushiguro dispelling Nue and the white wolf could not help but regret not doing so earlier, the black wolf would not have died then.

"Megumi how do you feel?"

"I'm alright, why?"

"Well your shikigami did just get eaten, your lucky this guy went unconscious and his jujutsu went into a dormant state, or else you would be like Ijichi right now, on the ground without cursed energy."

"I never stood a chance, did I? He just didn't know what his ability was and how to use it."

"Well.. you're not wrong. Not only his jujutsu but his martial talent is at a monstrous level.

'Even though he was unconsciously doing it, his body couldn't move like that without anything to go off of.'

"Let's get out of here, we'll talk more when we get to school."

'Another crazy guy showed up, I can't wait to see all of them grow.'

Bringing the unconscious Michael into his shoulders Gojo, starts to walk towards where the similarly unconscious Ijichi was. The ability to teleport now available since Michael's jujutsu is in a dormant state.

The sound of sirens and ambulances echo in the street. Taking one last look at all the chaos the three let's put a sigh, each of them thinking different things although in the similar topic. Gojo takes a bit of time to mark the ground circularly, countless things running around his mind.

'I hope I didn't make a mistake today.'

Looking over to the unconscious Michael, more precisely at the carbon copy of Six Eyes ability. The technique now occupying a certain place inside Michael, along with the Ten Shadows Technique of Fushiguro and a simple looking string from a cursed spirit.

'Would the ability devour the host? Or would the host devour the ability?'

'The abyss, what a fitting name.'