The Parade II.
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Elsewhere.
A man wearing a shiesty was running up the side of a large bulbous curse, weaving from side to side in order to avoid tackles from smaller Flyheads. He was muttering a mantra that seemed to help him focus and keep up with the overwhelming amount of enemies.
"Hey Shiesty, that's my dawg! But shiesty know I'm really shiesty! Shit, shit, shit!" His mantra turned into a scream at the end as he reached the top of the curse and jumped a few metres above it with the help of cursed energy reinforcement to dodge the curse's attempt at swatting him off.
"Auspicious Beast Summon, number Four: Ryu!"
Bringing his hands together in a pose he summoned his strongest Shikigami, a large white chinese Dragon, the dragon flew downwards at the curse and obliterated it. The Flyheads around the curse were gathered around by its force and crushed in the same attack.
"Man, am I glad Nanami-san isn't here to see this, there's too many of them I swear." He said as he landed to the ground and panted for a moment to catch his breath.
"Don't waste time and fight! Worry about others when we can!" Kusakabe exclaimed while blocking an attack from a humanoid curse, bringing his blade to the side he broke his opponent's poise and ran them straight through.
Using his momentum, he swerved to the side to dodge another curse that came to attack him from behind while removing his katana from the body of the first curse. Immediately using it to parry another attack and slice off the offending curse's arm and then smashing its head in with the blade's hilt.
Taking a moment to breathe, he acquiesced to his partner's point. "You're right though, they're practically endless. At least training with Megumi paid off, this would've been a much bigger pain in the ass otherwise."
"Megumi? Isn't that Gojo's son or something? You trained with him?" The shiesty sorcerer commented as he recovered and jumped backwards to dodge an attack from a 2nd Grade curse. And then channelled his cursed technique one more.
"Auspicious Beasts Summon, number One: Kaichi!"
A spiral shaped horn was summoned and fired off at the over extended curse as it made impact, it drilled straight through the curse's entire body and exploded out the other side, killing the curse.
"Not his son Ino, he's his student! Although I question that sometimes, he could be his older brother for all I know, sure as hell acts like it…" Kusakabe replied as he was dodging another curse and sliced it into two.
…
Elsewhere.
Mei Mei could be seen wielding her cursed axe and cutting through a hoard of identical humanoid curses with incredible ease. Slicing through them like a hot knife through butter, she was thinning the hoard, slowly but surely.
A curse tried to tackle her but taking advantage of its clumsy move, Mei Mei jumped and landed on its head slamming it to the ground and killing it instantly. Dashing forwards, she cut through a group of 4 curses at once.
"That's 76, I can't believe they're making me work overtime for this. Oh well, at least I'm getting paid double the usual today." the sorcerer scoffed, twirling her axe between her hands gracefully. And then rushing ahead, with each graceful motion she slaughtered a curse.
"I'll clear the numbers mandated by HQ and then use the extra money to get myself a private jet to Malaysia, haven't been there in a while~!" she said as she flicked her axe to the side, shedding a torrent of blood from the blade.
She readied herself to dash ahead and finish off the last of the hoard but before she could arrive, an large influx of cursed energy caused her to jump back in surprise. The ground beneath the curses exploded as a gigantic curse erupted and swallowed them whole.
"... Hmm. That must be a Grade 1, borderline special grade. My my, Geto-kun~, you sure brought us all quite the mess hm? Oh well, it's more money in the end so I can't really complain." Mei Mei sighed as she twirled her axe between her hands.
"Fine then, Mr Special Grade~! You're gonna be the reason why I own a new property in Tokyo!" The sounds of Crow caws sounded out around them as a huge Murder of crows that threatened to blot out the sun gathered above her and her opponent.
The borderline Special Grade curse merely Roared in response.
…
In an evacuated Metro in between Tokyo and Kyoto.
Dozens of people were sitting around, covered in bandages or being tended to by a nurse. The atmosphere in the room was oppressive, on the faces of most of the injured was one singular pervasive emotion.
Hopelessness.
In the face of the onslaught of seemingly never ending curses, sorcerer society was beginning to be overwhelmed.
Akari Nitta was running around and ordering people to gather up in groups, her presence was a small beacon of stability for the shaking wills of the low level sorcerers.
"All of you, please gather up into groups of 4! Those who are less injured please help your closest partner, anyone who knows basic medical techniques don't be afraid to try and help who you can!" The blonde haired woman ran to a man with bandaged legs, where his foot used to be there was a stump, presumably devoured by a curse.
"Come on, let's get you to Ieiri-san. Only a little bit left, it's all gonna be alright!" she encouraged with a fake smile, she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince the victim or herself.
Shoko was standing by a nearby stretcher, on the bed was a sorcerer, who was currently biting a bit of cloth with all his strength. His lips were turning pale from the pain as Shoko had just finished stitching his right hand back onto his arm.
Then grabbing the area of the stitches, her hand glew a brilliant blue as before their very eyes, the hand connected back onto the arm. The separation between the hand and the arm vanished as if by a miracle, his hand was working perfectly again.
"There, it's back to normal now. Take a break before you go back out there and you should be fine to continue the fight, good luck." Shoko explained to him before she walked away towards Akari, not bothering to stay and listen to the man's feverous thanks.
Grabbing the injured man that Akari held, she channelled her Reversed Cursed Technique once more. All the cuts and fatigue that the man had faded away into nothing, but his foot remained gone. A permanent mark and reminder of this night.
"Sorry about the foot, I can't heal that yet. I'm sure HQ can provide a prosthetic replacement, so take it up with them." She said briefly before walking off to another group of injured while throwing away her used up cigarette before immediately replacing it with another.
"Man, that's cold. Well it's been a long day for all of us I guess…" The injured man said, trying to make light of their circumstances.
"Heh, I guess so, huh? Well, not like I blame her, today has been a long day…" The blonde woman said with a sombre expression, turning to a corner that everyone stayed far away from. As within it lied things that brought chills to her spine.
Laying side to side, in the corner were 18 Body Bags.
…
A large serpentine curse with 4 muscular limbs was bent down onto the ground, sounds of tearing and ripping flesh permeated the area. The curse was gorging on the mutilated body of 3 humans, all sorcerers. Their faces were no longer recognizable as they were shredded and torn apart.
They wore the basic uniform of apprentice sorcerers as Jujutsu HQ had been overwhelmed and needed to send out all forces available, even under experienced sorcerers.
A large Blonde haired man walked up to the curse, by his side was one of the students, who had presumably ran off to get him to help them.
Without saying a word, the Blonde sorcerer pulled out his blunted blade from his back and readied himself to attack. The curse, sensing his approach, looked up from its meal and grinned. The pure evil and malevolence that the grin held sent shivers down the apprentice sorcerer's spine.
"S-Should I go get s-someone else to j-join and help u-us N-Nanami-san?" He asked, his nerves getting to him.
"No. I will Handle it."
Nanami blurred ahead faster than the student could even blink, he reached the curse's back leg and sliced it in half with a single swing. Before the curse could react or scream in pain, another limb was cut, and then another.
The curse fell down to the ground, howling in pain. Nanami looked it in the eye before covering his left hand with his Necktie, pulling his arm back and throwing a punch at it with all his strength.
Black sparks covered his arm as the space between him and his target distorted, upon impact an explosion of black lightning fired off in all directions. Under the overwhelming power of Nanami's black flash, the curse imploded and turned to dust almost instantly.
"Wow…" The student was almost speechless at the Grade 1 sorcerer's overwhelming power.
"Stay back, there's more coming." Nanami ordered, his expression still stoic despite hitting a Black Flash.
From a nearby building emerged a hoard of identical Insect-like curses, each one of them breaking through a part of the building.
"Being a sorcerer is shit, but that doesn't mean that children should throw themselves to the wolves to slow down the advance of curses. Today too many children will face evil, I will make sure to cut down as much despair from this world as possible." Nanami declared as he started marching towards the hoard of evil.
"But I'll have you know, today is an off day for me. So this is all going to go on my Overtime."
…
A rain of arrows fell down upon a hoard of dog-like curses with a red shelled head and 5 tails. Each arrow struck with remarkable accuracy that killed each curse it hit. The one who fired those arrows was a tall man with long Black hair with two strands wrapped in front of his face.
The few Dog curses that he missed charged at the nearest human they found, which was a blue haired girl in a suit and had a Katana. The girl responded to the threat by sheathing her blade and chanting.
"New Shadow Style: Batto Sword Drawing!"
The girl had used a signature technique of the same New Shadow Style technique that Megumi had learned years ago. A small Simple Domain was formed around her as when the curses entered it, she attacked them with immense speeds and cut them apart instant, exorcising them.
As she was recovering from his attack, the building beside her shook as a group of small curses charged at her while her guard was down.
But before they could reach her a torrent of cursed flames burned them to ash instantly, turning to look at the source of the flames she saw a Mechanised Cursed corpse with its arm out aiming where the curses used to be.
"Keep your head in the game, Miwa. There's a lot of them, you could get hurt." the cursed corpse stated.
"T-Thanks Mechamaru-"
As she was thanking him, a small group of flying curses attacked them from above, taking the two of them by surprise. But the group was quickly taken down one by one as gunshots fired off above them, with each gunshot one of the curses died as quickly all 7 of them died.
"That goes to you too Mechamaru, lock in. You just cost me my construction to save you!" A girl with short Black hair and a revolver exclaimed with an exacerbated expression.
"She's right, everyone, focus! You're surrounded!" A voice spoke to them from their ears, if you looked closely you would notice a mechanical circular object attached to their ears that allows them to communicate.
"Roger Momo!" The Black haired girl said as she searched for her next target and fired.
"Cover me Kamo-san!" Miwa requested as she sprinted ahead to hold the hoard off at close range.
"I have you!" The black haired bow user exclaimed as he fired off arrows that curved and swerved at unnatural angles, if you looked closer you would notice blood surging around the arrows and guiding them to their targets.
The cursed corpse was firing off streams of flames that burned away groups of curses, stopping to talk to seemingly nothing.
"Where is Todo, Momo?"
"Just a sec, I'm being attacked by some Flyheads." Momo said as she flew around to make the offending Flyhead curses group up before she fired off a wave of pressurised air that killed the weak curses.
"Um, he's heading in the direction of Mai! Looks like he's chasing something big, watch out!" Momo cried out.
"Huh? Me?" The black haired girl, now known as Mai, turned around to witness the building behind her collapse to the ground.
A smoke cloud formed as from within it emerged a gigantic humanoid curse in the form of a Samurai with green skin and 3-pupiled eyes.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY MAI, THAT'S A SPECIAL GRADE CURSE!" Kamo shouted out, instantly seeing the imminent threat.
In the face of certain death, Mai Zen'in froze in her place with overwhelming fear.
Crush
"MAI!"
Mai's body was sent flying as the Special Grade Curse merely swatted her out of its way and into a nearby building.
"Shit!" A large, muscular man exclaimed as he came running in at superhuman speeds and drop kicked the curse into the same building and then clapped his hands.
With the clap, the Special Grade curse disappeared and appeared where Mai was thrown, completely crushing the building beneath its weight.
In its place, Mai appeared. Or atleast, her broken body. Her chest was caved in where the curse smashed her away and her limbs were broken thanks to the impact with the building.
"M-Maki… O-Onee-san…" She muttered out weakly as her breath became shorter and weaker, her lungs giving out under the immense damage done to her body.
Aoi Todo was too slow to save her, Mai Zen'in is Dead.
…
Ichiji Kiyotaka was standing in an alleyway in the middle of Tokyo, his face holding a sombre yet hardened expression.
Before him were 7 Windows and weak Jujutsu Sorcerers, they were suspended 10 feet in the air. Their limbs flowing side to side in the breeze as their lifeless bodies were hanged from the side of a building by nooses wrapped tightly around their necks.
"How old are you two?" He spoke out, his voice sounding resolute despite his shaken will.
He heard a reply a few moments later from behind him.
"...Fifteen."
His eyes widened at the revelation, sighing as he turned around and looking the twin girls responsible for this in their eyes, not witnessing an ounce of remorse.
"Can you even tell the difference between Good and Evil? You're still young, you still have a chance to go back!" Ichiji bargained desperately, not wishing to have to harm the young girls despite their horrific acts.
"Isn't this guy, like, totally annoying, Mimiko?" The blonde haired girl said, brandishing her phone without a hint of remorse.
Her twin sister replying as she yanked a noose that was tied around the neck of a plushy she held. "Should we hang him, Nanako?"
Nanako sneered, her mind going into overdrive as she remembered her childhood and the reason why she and her twin sister are willing to go this far.
"You Jujutsu Sorcerers obviously have no clue how badly a sorcerer in a countryside full of monsters is treated. Back in the hands of those Monkeys, we were nothing but cattle and rats!" Her previously calm demeanour twisted into one of rage and fanaticism.
"Good and Evil? We'll leave things like that for Geto-sama to decide! If he says that White is Black and that the sky is Green then so be it! You stay out of the way of his world or we'll kill you and string you up the rest of these Mon-!"
Her passionate speech was cut off by the sound of a loud crash behind them as a nearby building was shaken to its core by a strong impact. When the dust settled, it revealed a tall, muscular man of African descent.
Shocked to witness him in such dire straits, Nanako cried out his name questioningly in worry.
"Miguel? What are you doing?"
Miguel grunted as he rubbed the back of his head and replied back to her "Have a look and figure it out yourself dumbass!"
"You're awfully tenacious…" A bored voice sounded out from behind him, the voice belonging to Gojo Satoru who had one of his eyes released from their bandaged bindings.