The car carrying
assistant managers and captured Curse Users rolled down the road, its engine
droning steadily. Inside, everyone was half-asleep, relaxed, and completely
unprepared for what happened next.
Without warning, rain
slammed down from the sky.
Water struck the car
with crushing force. In an instant, the front was destroyed, metal caving in as
the vehicle spun out of control. It flipped once, then again, before crashing
to a stop in a wreck of twisted steel and shattered glass.
Silence followed.
Then, from the
wreckage, a figure stepped out.
A silver-white–haired,
golden-eyed, androgynous youth walked forward calmly, casually—like he hadn't
just reenacted the opening scene of a disaster movie that would've bankrupted
the studio's CGI budget. His clothes were pristine. His expression was placid.
The contrast was insulting.
Shiro stopped before a
bulky man lying unconscious on the ground, his face hidden behind an
offensively ugly paper mask that looked like it had been purchased from the
bargain bin of bad decisions.
His target.
He raised one delicate
hand.
A luminous, light-blue
substance poured forth, flowing like liquid light, wrapping around the man
completely.
[Unique Skill:
Predator]
Sub-Skill: [Predation]
The Curse User
vanished without ceremony—no scream, no final monologue, no dramatic last
words, and, tragically, no refund.
Shiro could've simply
extracted a blood sample and copied the man's innate Curse Technique that way.
That was the polite method. The official method. But this particular
Curse User was a serial killer with a résumé soaked in blood and poor life
choices. Letting the Jujutsu Society "process" him felt… inefficient.
Might as well recycle
responsibly.
The man's innate Curse
Technique and Curse Energy were absorbed whole. The energy itself was only
Grade 1—laughably small compared to Shiro's vast, sea-like reserves—but even
spare change had its uses.
[Notice: Innate Curse
Technique — Cloning Technique acquired.]
Shiro nodded,
satisfied.
"Acceptable."
He left immediately.
The assistant managers remained unconscious but alive—Shiro had no beef with
middle management. The remaining captured Curse Users were ignored entirely;
their techniques were bland, uninspired, and their Curse Energy barely worth a second
glance.
A few days later,
Shiro appeared at Mount Mushiro.
Fly heads swarmed the
area like something dragged straight out of a low-budget horror film that tried
too hard and failed harder. Shiro walked through them without slowing, their
presence barely registering, arriving just in time to witness the iconic scene.
Gojo Satoru… fell.
Toji Fushiguro struck
decisively, confirmed the kill with professional efficiency, and left without a
second glance—like a man clocking out after finishing overtime.
Silence returned.
Then Shiro stepped
out.
He crouched beside
Gojo's body—and paused.
Residual Curse Energy
was fluctuating. Not dispersing.
Reversing.
Shiro's eyes narrowed.
"Great Sage."
Analyzing…
Observation: Subject's
Curse Energy flow is inverted.
Conclusion: Subject is forcibly circulating Reverse Curse Technique.
Method: Self-sustaining loop converting negative energy into positive energy at
the brink of death.
Shiro watched closely,
golden eyes gleaming with interest.
"So that's how you do
it," he muttered.
The flow was raw.
Violent. Barely restrained—like someone rebuilding their own body mid-collapse
through sheer audacity and refusal to die politely. Shiro committed every
detail to memory, watching how Gojo's Curse Energy twisted, folded, multiplied,
and forced itself into reversal.
Absurd.
But not impossible.
Then another thought
struck him.
"…Wait."
He brushed aside
Gojo's long white hair.
"…Wait."
Shiro leaned closer.
"…WAIT."
The face was
beautiful. Striking. Soft in a way that absolutely did not align with
his long-established mental image of Gojo Satoru.
Suspicion demanded
answers.
Shiro hesitated—then
nodded solemnly, like a man about to conduct extremely serious academic
research.
He placed his hand on
Gojo's chest—no, not a breast.
There was resistance.
Not armor. Not muscle.
Soft. Dense.
Alarmingly present.
He applied light
pressure.
The sensation was…
unmistakable.
It was squishy like a
pillow, firm like a marshmallow, and possessed an undeniable mass. His hand
sank just enough to confirm volume before physics gently—but firmly—intervened
and whispered the truth:
This is not what you
thought it was.
Shiro blinked.
He squeezed again.
Strictly for scientific accuracy.
Large. Very large.
Completely unignorable.
"…I understand him
now," Shiro muttered.
He nodded gravely, his
hand still there—because removing it now would be admitting confusion.
"Confirmed," he said
calmly. "Gojo Satoru is a woman in this world."
Great Sage chimed in
helpfully.
[Notice: This action
qualifies as sexual harassment and may result in imprisonment by law.]
"…In a second," Shiro
replied. "I'm a child, so—"
He did not withdraw
his hand.
Instead, Shiro issued
a new command.
"Great Sage. Analyze."
At the same time, he
activated [Predation] on the blood splattered across Gojo's face, body, and the
ground.
[Notice: Innate Curse
Technique — Limitless has been acquired.]
[Notice: Intrinsic Skill — Six Eyes has been acquired.]
[Notice: Curse Technique — Reverse Curse Technique has been acquired.]
Shiro straightened and
was about to leave when he suddenly felt it—
The faint,
unmistakable sensation of being watched.
He glanced down at
Gojo's still, unresponsive body and paused. After a brief moment, he smiled and
gave her a playful wink before turning away.
Before leaving, Shiro
altered his appearance using [Mimicry], a sub-skill of [Predator]. His
silver-white hair dulled, his golden eyes faded, and his presence softened into
something painfully average—a face so forgettable it would vanish from memory
the moment someone looked away.
With that, he headed
toward the Tomb of the Star Corridor, his figure disappearing into the
distance.
Unbeknownst to Shiro,
despite her current state, Gojo Sayuri could perceive everything.
Not through sight.
Not through sound.
But awareness.
She felt his presence.
His energy touching every fiber of her being.
And most clearly of
all…
The repeated squeezing
of her breast.
She didn't know how to
feel.
Anger burned hot.
Humiliation tangled with disbelief. A deep, simmering irritation settled into
her chest—literally. She wanted nothing more than to give him a piece of
her mind—no, several pieces—but her body refused to move even an inch.
Unable to speak.
Unable to act.
All she could do was
endure.
I'll
remember this, she swore
silently.
And one
day… I'll have my payback.
Toji was just about to
pull the trigger when an attack came from behind.
Relying on pure
instinct, he twisted aside at the last second. A blade of water sliced through
the space where his head had been a moment earlier. Without hesitation, Toji
countered, firing toward the source of the attack.
Before he could even
breathe, a fist appeared out of thin air.
It slammed into his
face with overwhelming force, sending him flying backward. His body crashed
through the air and smashed into a massive tree deep within the Tomb of the
Stars.
Nearby, Geto, who had
been speaking with Amanai, reacted instantly. She stepped in front of her and
pulled her back, shielding her with his body.
Shiro's gaze briefly
shifted to Geto.
Damn, even Geto is a
woman in this world, Shiro thought, a flicker of amusement passing through him.
His attention snapped
back to Toji—
But Toji was gone.
"Did he escape?" Shiro
muttered.
[Affirmative.]
Hearing Great Sage's
reply, Shiro let out a quiet breath and shook his head. His eyes moved back to
Geto and Amanai. He gave them a small wave before dropping down toward the
roots of the massive tree.
Shiro didn't bother
chasing Toji. Instead, he continued deeper into the Tomb of the Stars.
Soon, he stepped into
an [Empty Barrier]. He immediately had [Great Sage] begin its analysis, unaware
that Master Tengen, cautious and alert, was watching him closely from the
shadows.
[Notice: Empty Barrier
successfully acquired.]
With the analysis
complete, Shiro didn't linger. Activating a [Warp Portal] he had placed in
advance after acquiring [Limitless], he left the Tomb of the Stars without
hesitation.
Watching Shiro depart
so easily left Tengen confused.
She had prepared
countermeasures to deal with him—but she never expected him to simply leave
after staying for such a short time.
After leaving the Tomb
of the Stars, Shiro returned to where Gojo's body had been left—only to find it
gone.
He followed the trail
she left behind and soon found her standing nearby, speaking to a Toji who was
already on the brink of death.
Shiro appeared
silently behind Gojo.
She stiffened.
The dazed, almost
enlightened look on her face vanished the moment she sensed him.
"You…"
She turned and pointed
straight at Shiro.
"Me?"
Shiro pointed at
himself, genuinely curious.
"You pervert…"
A glowing Reverse Red
formed at the tip of Gojo's finger, aimed directly at him.
Shiro didn't dodge.
He simply raised his
hand.
A translucent,
luminous light-blue substance spread from his palm, wrapping around the Reverse
Red and swallowing it whole. The attack vanished without a trace.
Gojo froze, eyes wide,
her mind struggling to process what she had just seen.
Shiro didn't waste the
moment.
He moved instantly,
grabbing the Split Soul Katana, the Inverted Spear of Heaven, the Chains of a
Thousand Miles, and Toji's corpse in one smooth motion. He flashed Gojo a
playful wink—
Then vanished using
[Spatial Transfer].
Gojo snapped out of
her daze too late.
Shiro was gone.
So were her spoils.
A furious scream tore
from her throat as she cursed Shiro—and every ancestor he might have ever had.