"Watch out!"
Megumi Fushiguro shouted immediately.
"That blood is poisonous!"
At the same time, he summoned Nue.
The lightning shikigami spread its wings in front of the group.
But the moment the blood splashed onto Nue—
Sssss—
Smoke rose instantly.
The cursed blood began corroding the shikigami's wings.
Large holes burned through the feathers.
Nue shrieked in pain.
The masked figure—Eso—laughed coldly.
"Even a single drop is enough."
"Once infected…"
"The Rot Technique activates."
"Your body will decay until nothing remains but bones."
At the same moment—
The grotesque creature beside him—
Kechizu—
Charged forward.
Purple poisonous mist poured from his mouth.
He swung a crude bone club toward Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki.
"Ugh, that thing is disgusting!"
Nobara grimaced.
"This design is seriously unfair!"
"Focus!"
Yuji blocked the club with his forearms.
The impact numbed his arms instantly.
"This guy's strong!"
Meanwhile—
Eso ignored Megumi completely.
Instead—
He concentrated all of his attention on Yagami Sora.
His instincts screamed that this boy was the greatest threat present.
Eso spread his wings.
Cursed blood erupted outward.
"Rot Technique — Wing King!"
The wings expanded dramatically.
Blood solidified into countless razor-sharp feathers.
Each feather carried corrosive cursed energy.
With a roar—
Thousands of blood threads rained down.
They moved faster than sound.
Tracking their target.
Interlocking in the air to form a deadly net.
Every escape route was sealed.
"Die!"
"This is an inescapable dance of death!"
Facing the overwhelming attack—
Yagami Sora simply stood still.
Hands in his pockets.
Completely relaxed.
His expression carried no fear.
Only boredom.
"As expected…"
He sighed quietly.
"This technique is crude."
"You're simply ejecting blood using cursed energy pressure."
"Tracking with basic energy manipulation."
"From a vector standpoint…"
"…it's amateur work."
The first blood thread touched the invisible boundary around Sora's body.
Then—
Something impossible happened.
Instead of corroding his skin—
The blood thread bounced back.
Like striking a perfect mirror.
The trajectory reversed instantly.
And it wasn't just one thread.
Every single projectile that touched the invisible field—
Reflected.
Thousands of blood projectiles reversed direction simultaneously.
Even faster than before.
WHOOSH—WHOOSH—WHOOSH—
The rain of blood instantly turned around.
Flying straight back toward Eso.
"…What?!"
Eso's eyes widened.
For the first time—
Fear appeared on his face.
He tried to dodge.
But it was too late.
The attack density was overwhelming.
THUD—THUD—THUD—
The blood projectiles pierced directly into his body.
Dozens of impacts struck his chest and arms.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Eso screamed.
His own technique had turned against him.
The cursed blood began corroding his flesh.
Smoke rose from his skin.
Rot spread rapidly through his muscles.
Yellow pus bubbled from the wounds.
The pain was unbearable.
Because the Rot Technique attacked at the cellular level.
Even his bones began dissolving.
"How… how is this possible?!"
Eso collapsed to his knees.
Scratching his own rotting flesh.
"My technique…"
"…isn't working?"
Sora walked forward slowly.
His gaze cold.
"It's working."
He looked down at the suffering curse.
"But not the way you expected."
"This is called reflection."
"Your blood."
"Your poison."
"Your corrosion."
"All of them possess vectors."
"And any vector that touches me…"
"…returns to its origin."
He crouched slightly.
"The harder you attack…"
"…the faster you die."
"That's the fairness of physics."
Meanwhile—
Kechizu panicked when he saw his brother collapse.
"Brother!"
The distraction was fatal.
Yuji's fist slammed directly into Kechizu's face.
CRACK.
His head snapped sideways.
At the same moment—
Nobara drove a nail into his shoulder.
"Hairpin!"
The cursed nail detonated.
The explosion pinned Kechizu violently against the cave wall.
Silence filled the cavern.
Eso knelt on the ground.
Kechizu hung immobilized against the wall.
Both Death Painting brothers were defeated.
Sora looked at them calmly.
"As Cursed Womb: Death Paintings…"
"…your existence itself is tragic."
"Neither human."
"Nor true cursed spirits."
He raised his hand slowly.
"Perhaps…"
"…death is the only form of mercy available to you."
The cavern grew quiet.
The execution was about to begin.
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