"Plasma Cannon."
As Yagami Sora's calm voice fell—
The white point of light at his fingertip erupted.
BOOM!
A blinding beam of condensed plasma shot forward.
The column of energy pierced directly through Hanami's skull.
The moment the beam made contact—
The cursed energy protecting Hanami's head was vaporized instantly.
The temperature of the attack exceeded anything organic matter could withstand.
The beam continued forward—
Tearing through the forest behind the cursed spirit.
Hundreds of meters of trees were instantly incinerated.
The ground was carved open like soft clay.
A long scorched trench appeared across the battlefield.
Its edges had been melted smooth—like glass.
The air filled with the smell of ozone and burning wood.
Even the distant lake rippled violently from the heat shock.
Hanami's head was gone.
Only the lower half of its body remained kneeling.
The cut surface was perfectly smooth.
Its internal structure had been destroyed at the molecular level.
The wound glowed faintly from residual heat.
No blood flowed.
No regeneration occurred.
The cursed spirit's core had been completely erased.
Even the cursed energy composing its body dispersed into the air.
The Special Grade cursed spirit had been destroyed instantly.
Without a final word.
Without even leaving a corpse.
From the distant ruins—
A figure slowly climbed out.
Aoi Todo.
His eyes widened as he stared at the massive trench stretching through the forest.
Then his expression shifted—
To pure excitement.
"Beautiful!"
"This is the ultimate expression of violent aesthetics!"
His voice boomed with enthusiasm.
"As expected of my best friend!"
"This is practically divine punishment!"
"Since when did we become best friends?!"
Yuji Itadori shouted.
Yet even Yuji couldn't hide the shock in his voice.
Although he had previously seen Sora overpower Ryomen Sukuna, that had occurred under chaotic circumstances.
Few had truly understood the scale of that battle.
But this—
This was undeniable.
A Special Grade cursed spirit had been erased as easily as stepping on an ant.
The concept of strength itself had been rewritten.
"Alright."
Sora casually blew on his fingertip.
As if extinguishing smoke from a gun barrel.
His killing intent disappeared instantly.
He returned to looking like the same lazy student as before.
He adjusted his slightly wrinkled uniform.
As if he had simply taken out the trash.
Then he turned toward the other students.
"Anyone dead?"
"If not, say something."
"I didn't bring a medical kit."
Yuji immediately raised his hand.
"I'm alive!"
"Unfortunately," Megumi Fushiguro muttered.
But Megumi's eyes remained fixed on Sora.
The gap between them—
Was only growing wider.
At that moment—
The brown Curtain covering the sky began trembling.
Then it shattered.
Like a bubble bursting.
The barrier dissolved rapidly.
Blue sky returned.
The technique maintaining the barrier had been abandoned.
Far from the battlefield—
The curse user who had set the barrier felt his heart nearly stop.
Through his monitoring technique—
He had witnessed everything.
Hanami's instantaneous destruction.
The terrifying beam of plasma.
The cursed spirit he relied on had been erased effortlessly.
Run.
That was the only thought left in his mind.
He abandoned the barrier immediately.
Then turned to escape through an underground passage he had prepared earlier.
But—
A voice sounded behind him.
"Leaving already?"
The tone was casual.
Almost playful.
"Stay a little longer."
"The scenery here is beautiful."
A hand landed on his shoulder.
The touch was light.
Yet it felt as if the weight of the entire world pressed down on him.
The curse user stiffened.
Slowly—
He turned his head.
Behind him stood Satoru Gojo.
Blindfold.
White hair.
A cheerful smile.
But the aura around him was terrifyingly cold.
"Oh?"
"The Curtain vanished so quickly."
Gojo tilted his head slightly.
"Did you get scared?"
He pointed casually toward the distant battlefield.
Where the scorched trench cut through the forest.
"Looks like my student handled everything."
"Honestly, that kid causes trouble."
His grip tightened slightly.
CRACK.
The curse user's shoulder shattered instantly.
"Aaaaah!"
"Shh."
Gojo raised a finger to his lips.
"This is a school."
"Keep your voice down."
His smile remained bright.
But his eyes were completely cold.
"And besides…"
He glanced toward the battlefield.
Where Sora stood among the students.
"If you scream too loudly…"
"…you might attract someone even scarier."
Deep within the forest—
Sora watched as Gojo dragged the captured curse user toward them.
He clicked his tongue.
"You're slow."
"If this were a rescue scene…"
"…everyone would already be dead."
Gojo shrugged.
"I was letting you shine."
"And besides…"
He pointed toward the massive trench.
"You caused quite a scene."
"I had to deal with witnesses and surveillance cameras first."
"These days, social media spreads faster than curses."
"Tch."
Sora rolled his eyes.
"Your brain is only useful for boring tasks like that."
"That's rude!"
Gojo protested dramatically.
"I'm the strongest teacher!"
"I'm the guiding light of the next generation!"
The two continued arguing casually.
As if nothing unusual had happened.
The students watching them felt their fear slowly fade.
Replaced by something strange.
Security.
And mild helplessness.
With those two around—
It almost felt like nothing in the world could truly threaten them.
That day—
The Kyoto Sister-School Exchange Event ended unexpectedly.
Not because of the competition.
And not because Kyoto's team had been defeated.
But because a Special Grade cursed spirit had been annihilated in a one-sided battle.
With no suspense.
The name Yagami Sora spread rapidly through the upper ranks of the jujutsu world.
This time—
Not just as a powerful sorcerer.
But as something far more terrifying.
An uncontrollable existence.
A force capable of overturning the order the jujutsu world had maintained for centuries.
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