Chapter 8: The Progenitor of Genjutsu - Tsukuyomi
"Get out of my head!"
Under extreme rage and mental pressure, the shuriken-shaped Mangekyo pattern in Toho Hiroshi's eyes spun wildly at an unprecedented speed.
The crimson background seemed to drip with blood.
A deeper, more terrifying spiritual power, in turn, followed the link of the Genjutsu and fiercely surged into the Cursed Spirit's spiritual core.
"Tsukuyomi"
"Ahhhhhh!!"
In the real world, the Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit, which was about to deliver a fatal blow, had all its eyeballs instantly bulge out, then burst simultaneously.
All its mouths simultaneously let out a heart-wrenching shriek beyond their limits, and its massive body twitched and convulsed violently as if electrocuted.
In its spiritual world, time and space had been completely dominated.
It was dragged into a bloody purgatory controlled by Toho Hiroshi.
Here, the pain and fear it generated from devouring others were magnified infinitely, and it endured endless, cyclical, extreme torment.
One second was stretched into seventy-two hours; each death was not an end, but the beginning of a new round of torture.
In the real world, only an instant had passed.
The Cursed Spirit's shriek abruptly stopped, its massive body stiffened in place, then collapsed limply as if all its bones had been removed, and the disgusting mouths and eyeballs on its surface completely lost their luster, becoming dim and lifeless.
Its spirit had been utterly destroyed and completely collapsed in the seventy-two-hour infinite purgatory created by Tsukuyomi.
Only an empty shell remained.
Plop.
Toho Hiroshi released his Phasing, knelt on one knee, hands on the ground, gasping for air, cold sweat soaking his clothes.
The sharp pain and intense sense of emptiness from his eyes almost swallowed him whole.
The consumption of ocular power by Tsukuyomi was no less than that of Amaterasu; it was an extreme mental assault, and the backlash on the user themselves was equally immense.
He looked up at the Cursed Spirit's shell in front of him, which had completely lost all vitality, like a broken doll, and felt a wave of lingering fear and awe.
The power of the Mangekyo Sharingan was terrifyingly strong and dangerously suffocating.
Just then, the dark 'Curtain' slowly dissipated.
Sunlight once again shone down, dispelling the gloom.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru appeared at the entrance.
Gojo Satoru's small sunglasses slid to the tip of his nose, his azure Rikugan gleamed brightly, staring intently at Toho Hiroshi, who was kneeling on the ground, and the soulless Cursed Spirit shell in front of him. The cynical smile on his face disappeared completely for the first time, replaced by an unprecedented, extremely serious scrutiny and shock.
"Wow!"
He exclaimed in a low voice, his tone complex, "Not just space, but even the spiritual level..."
Geto Suguru also had an extremely solemn expression. He quickly stepped forward, first cautiously checking the Cursed Spirit's condition, and after confirming that only an empty shell remained, he looked at Toho Hiroshi, who was almost out of strength, and said in a deep voice, "What did you do just now? Its spirit has completely collapsed."
Toho Hiroshi struggled to lift his head; the spinning Mangekyo pattern in his eyes had faded, leaving only endless exhaustion and a trace of lingering scarlet.
He looked at the two strongest young Jujutsu Sorcerers, his voice so hoarse he could barely speak:
"It saw... what it shouldn't have seen..."
...Back at Tokyo Jujutsu High, the atmosphere in Yaga Masamichi's office was heavy.
Gojo Satoru, uncharacteristically, didn't joke around. He stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his Rikugan behind his sunglasses occasionally sweeping over Toho Hiroshi, who was sitting in a chair, as if trying to see right through him.
Geto Suguru stood to the side, reporting the details of the mission to Yaga, especially the anomaly that occurred inside the 'Curtain' and Toho Hiroshi's entire process of single-handedly exorcising the Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"The Cursed Spirit's spirit was completely destroyed, leaving only an empty shell. Its residual Cursed Energy also confirmed that it possessed at least Quasi-Special Grade strength, far from the Grade 2 assessed by the 'Window'."
Geto Suguru concluded, his tone steady, but his gaze towards Toho Hiroshi was equally complex.
Yaga Masamichi's brows were tightly furrowed, his rugged face etched with seriousness.
He looked at Toho Hiroshi and asked in a deep voice, "Toho, is what Geto said true? You exorcised a Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit by yourself?"
"Yes, Principal Yaga. The situation was very critical, I... I don't know what happened, my eye's ability just by itself..."
Toho Hiroshi appropriately showed lingering fear and a hint of bewilderment, once again attributing the burst of his abilities to a stress response.
Completely revealing the secret of the Mangekyo was by no means a wise move.
Yaga's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if it could see through people's hearts. He was silent for a moment, tapping his fingers on the desk.
This young man, of unknown origin, possessed terrifying power capable of instantly disintegrating a Quasi-Special Grade Cursed Spirit, and this power was continuously "awakening," becoming more bizarre and comprehensive.
Spatial evasion - Phasing, mental destruction - Tsukuyomi, and the previously confirmed black flames - Amaterasu.
This was almost like a monstrous weapon born for battle, yet its true self seemed so "fragile" and "ignorant."
The risk was extremely high, but perhaps as Satoru said, keeping him under their watchful eyes was the best option.
Moreover, his Cursed Energy... "There's another situation, Principal Yaga."
Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. He pulled down his sunglasses, his azure eyes flashing with an unusual light. "The Rikugan confirms that this guy's total Cursed Energy has surged a lot since we first found him. Although his control is still as terrible as shit, the 'quantity' has indeed reached a considerable level, roughly... hmm, the standard of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer."
"What?"
Geto Suguru was also stunned for a moment, then carefully sensed it. "Indeed, my attention was on that Cursed Spirit just now, so I didn't pay much mind. His Cursed Energy fluctuations have become much denser."
A life-and-death battle not only awakened various strange abilities but also greatly increased his Cursed Energy foundation?
This completely defied the common sense of the Jujutsu World.
The total amount of Cursed Energy is almost predetermined; even with accumulation and refinement over time, a sudden surge is absolutely impossible.
Yaga Masamichi's brows furrowed even deeper.
This Toho Hiroshi, the mysteries surrounding him were growing.
He finally made a decision.
"Toho Hiroshi."
Yaga's voice carried an undeniable authority, "Given your current special situation, dangerous and unstable abilities, but exceeding expectations in this mission. After evaluation, it has been decided to formally accept you into Tokyo Jujutsu High, directly as a first-year student to receive systematic learning and supervision. I hope you will abide by Jujutsu High's discipline and make good use of your power."
A heavy weight lifted from Toho Hiroshi's heart; although still under supervision, he had at least gained a formal identity and permission to stay.
"Yes, Principal Yaga. I will."
He answered solemnly.
"Alright, you're tired today, go back and rest. Satoru, Suguru, you two also go write your mission reports, detailing the misjudgment of the Cursed Spirit's grade and Toho Hiroshi's situation."
Yaga waved his hand.
The three left the office.
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