BOOM—!
The roar of a heavy motorcycle engine shattered the silence of the empty street.
A moment later—
The engine abruptly stopped.
Tires screeched across the asphalt, leaving behind long black skid marks.
Heat and dust swirled through the air.
From the motorcycle—
A tall woman stepped down with effortless grace.
Leather jacket.
Tight jeans.
A confident and wild posture.
Her long blonde hair flowed freely in the night wind.
Her eyes carried the fearless arrogance of someone who stood at the very top of the jujutsu world.
She was one of the four Special Grade sorcerers.
Yuki Tsukumo.
She removed her sunglasses and hung them casually on her collar.
Then—
Her sharp gaze locked onto the boy standing in front of her.
Like a hunter examining an unfamiliar beast.
"What kind of woman do you like?"
The question came suddenly.
Direct.
Aggressive.
Yuki walked forward step by step.
Her boots struck the pavement with crisp echoes.
She didn't stop at a polite distance.
Instead—
She approached until they were almost face to face.
Close enough to hear each other's breathing.
Close enough to smell the faint mixture of gasoline and perfume lingering around her.
The surrounding air grew heavy.
Behind her—
Her shikigami Garuda hovered silently.
Its oppressive presence alone could suffocate an average Grade 1 sorcerer.
"Answer honestly."
Yuki smiled slightly.
"This is an important compatibility test for me."
"I'd be disappointed if your answer is boring."
Facing the pressure of a Special Grade sorcerer, Yagami Sora did not step back.
His hands remained casually in his pockets.
His gaze was calm.
Like the surface of a deep lake.
Within his vision—
Streams of data flickered across his retina.
He was analyzing the vectors of everything around him.
Air pressure.
Cursed-energy fluctuations.
Gravitational shifts.
To him—
Yuki's overwhelming aura was simply another set of vectors.
"I like…"
Sora answered calmly.
"Obedient ones."
Yuki blinked.
"…Huh?"
"That's your answer?"
"Are we talking about body type?"
"Personality?"
"You're seriously giving me just two words?"
"Not just women."
Sora raised his hand slightly.
His fingers closed gently in the air—
As if grasping the pulse of the world itself.
WHOOSH—
The surrounding air compressed instantly.
A low groaning sound echoed.
The raging pressure around Yuki—
Her intimidating cursed energy—
Was suddenly smoothed out.
Flattened.
Like a storm forced into silence.
Sora looked directly at her.
A faint smile appeared.
"As long as they follow the trajectory I set…"
"Whether it's a person."
"A cursed spirit."
"Or the laws of this world."
"I like them obedient."
For a moment—
Yuki stared at him.
Completely stunned.
Then—
She burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHA!"
"What an answer!"
"That's even more arrogant than Gojo Satoru!"
She slapped her thigh while laughing.
Tears almost formed in her eyes.
But suddenly—
Her laughter stopped.
She leaned closer.
Her voice dropped.
Dangerous.
"By the way…"
"I heard you destroyed the director's office recently."
"And nearly snapped a higher-up's neck like a twig."
Sora raised an eyebrow.
"You're well informed."
"Of course."
Yuki tapped her ear.
"The jujutsu world isn't that big."
"And the screams of those old conservatives travel far."
She shrugged.
Then grinned.
"And honestly?"
"Nice work."
"Those rotten old men…"
"Clinging to authority while sending kids to die."
"I've wanted to flip their system upside down for years."
She slapped Sora's shoulder heavily.
"You did what I couldn't."
"I owe you one."
"If the higher-ups come after you…"
"Just mention my name."
She paused.
Then smirked.
"Though honestly…"
"They're probably more afraid of you now."
"Oh right."
Yuki suddenly changed the topic.
Her eyes narrowed.
"That boy Kokichi Muta."
"Mechamaru."
"You healed his Heavenly Restriction, didn't you?"
Sora didn't deny it.
Yuki continued.
"Rumor says only Idle Transfiguration can reshape the body like that."
"Mahito's technique."
"So tell me…"
"How did you do it?"
Sora snorted.
"That technique?"
"It only distorts the soul."
"That's not healing."
A faint blue light appeared at his fingertips.
"Heavenly Restriction is basically a contract."
"An exchange between the body and cursed energy."
"If the contract operates at the cursed-energy level…"
"Then I simply bypass it."
"At the physical level."
Yuki's eyes narrowed.
"…Explain."
"The cells still contain the blueprint of a complete body."
Sora replied calmly.
"Muta's body wasn't broken."
"It was dormant."
"I simply stimulated the biological growth vectors that were suppressed."
He lowered his hand.
"This method has limits."
"Once the body fully matures…"
"Cellular activity becomes too low."
"Cases like Toji Fushiguro—"
"Where cursed energy is completely exchanged for superhuman physical ability…"
"Cannot be reversed."
Yuki nodded slowly.
"…I see."
"You didn't break the contract."
"You exploited a loophole."
Her gaze toward Sora became complicated.
"You're less like a sorcerer…"
"…and more like a law of physics wearing human skin."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
Yuki sighed.
"It was respect."
After a moment—
She spoke again.
Her voice quieter.
"Since you also hate this broken jujutsu world…"
"Want to discuss something with me?"
"How to eliminate cursed spirits entirely."
Sora's eyes sharpened slightly.
"You mean your research."
"The idea of changing humanity itself."
Yuki froze.
Sora continued casually.
"Either evolve all humans into sorcerers…"
"So cursed energy stops leaking."
"Or remove cursed energy from humanity entirely…"
"Breaking the causal chain that creates curses."
The street fell silent.
Yuki stared at him.
Shock filled her eyes.
"You…"
"…already understand that much?"
For the first time—
Her usual playful expression disappeared.
"Yagami Sora."
She spoke slowly.
"Just who are you?"
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