Chapter 11: Special Grade Illusory Cursed Spirit
Saitama Prefecture, the town where the incident occurred.
The entire town seemed to be shrouded in an invisible, gray veil, terrifyingly silent.
The streets were deserted, shop doors wide open, items scattered everywhere, and many vehicles were parked askew in the middle of the road, as if they had been driving normally a second ago, and the drivers had vanished into thin air the next.
The air was filled with a thick, nauseating smell of blood and a cold, metallic, rust-like Cursed Energy residue, making one's scalp tingle.
"The 'Curtain' has been lowered, prohibiting ordinary people from entering."
Geto Suguru lowered his hand after forming a seal, looking at the pitch-black barrier covering the town, "The situation inside is worse than expected."
"Splitting up will be more efficient."
Gojo Satoru's Rikugan / Six Eyes swept across the silent street, "Geto and I will clear the area from the east and west, searching for the Cursed Spirit's main body. Dongfang, you and Shoko will form a team and advance south along the main road, prioritizing the search and rescue of any potential survivors. Keep communications open, and call immediately if you find a target."
"Understood."
Toho Hiroshi nodded, instinctively moving closer to Shoko. Protecting Shoko was his duty.
Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru's figures instantly vanished at the end of the street.
Toho Hiroshi and Shoko exchanged a look and began to cautiously search south along the main road.
His Sharingan quietly activated, three tomoe slowly rotating, vigilantly capturing every ripple of Cursed Energy and hidden danger.
Shoko, meanwhile, sensed life signs and was ready to use Reverse Cursed Technique at any moment.
Along the way, they saw many gruesome sights: dark red blood splattered on walls, car doors torn open by immense force, school bags and shoes scattered on the ground... yet not a single corpse was seen.
It was as if all the victims had been "taken away" by something.
This eerie silence was more unsettling than direct horror.
"There's a faint life sign over here!"
Shoko suddenly pointed to a convenience store by the roadside.
The two immediately rushed inside.
The convenience store's interior was a mess, shelves toppled, merchandise scattered everywhere.
In the innermost corner, beneath a cash register, they found a middle-aged woman curled up and trembling.
Her eyes were unfocused, and she kept muttering, "Don't come over... don't ask me... I'm not pretty..."
She had no obvious external injuries, but her mental state was clearly severely traumatized.
"It's alright, we're here to save you."
Toho Hiroshi tried to soften his voice.
Shoko squatted down, Cursed Energy gathering in her hand, and gently placed it on the woman's forehead.
The warm power of Reverse Cursed Technique slowly flowed in, soothing her damaged spirit.
However, just as Shoko was focused on healing.
Ding-a-ling—
A crisp sound, like an old wind chime swaying, unexpectedly rang out at the entrance of the silent convenience store.
Toho Hiroshi's hair stood on end, and his Sharingan sharply turned towards the entrance!
A figure stood there, unnoticed until now.
It was a tall woman wearing a brown trench coat stained with dark red smudges and a mask.
Her hair was disheveled, and her exposed forehead and eyes were abnormally pale.
Most chillingly, she held a large, rusty pair of scissors in her hand, the blades still slowly dripping viscous, dark red liquid.
Kuchisake-onna!
She hadn't been lured away by Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru at all!
Or rather, a part of her, or some rule of hers, had already covered this area.
"Am I... beautiful?"
A cold, stiff voice, like glass being scraped, came from beneath the mask.
This question seemed to carry a bizarre magic, directly drilling into his mind.
Toho Hiroshi felt a chill run up his spine, his Three Tomoe Sharingan spun frantically, trying to analyze the Cursed Energy composition within it.
The woman being treated by Shoko, the moment she heard that voice, her eyes rolled back, and she let out an even more shrill scream, completely fainting.
"Damn it!"
Shoko's expression changed, and she immediately stopped healing, standing up to vigilantly watch the Cursed Spirit at the entrance.
"Get back!"
Toho Hiroshi stepped forward, shielding Shoko behind him, his crimson Sharingan locked onto Kuchisake-onna.
"Answer me... am I beautiful?"
Kuchisake-onna's figure floated forward like a ghost, taking a step closer, and the huge scissors in her hand made a grating, teeth-grinding "clack-clack" sound.
I can't answer!
Toho Hiroshi instantly realized that this was likely the rule that triggered her killing mechanism!
But just as he was thinking of a countermeasure, centered around Kuchisake-onna, an extremely faint but absolutely rule-based barrier instantly expanded—a Simple Domain!
The domain's range wasn't large, just enough to cover the entire convenience store!
Toho Hiroshi immediately felt his body sink, as if he had fallen into viscous glue, his movements becoming extremely slow and difficult.
"Clang!"
Kuchisake-onna's figure appeared in front of Toho Hiroshi as if teleporting, the huge, blood-dripping scissors piercing directly towards his throat with a tearing shriek!
The speed was incredibly fast!
Under the suppression of the Simple Domain, Toho Hiroshi had no time to completely dodge.
His Sharingan predicted the trajectory, but his body couldn't keep up.
In the critical moment, he sharply turned his body sideways.
Rip!
The tip of the scissors cut through the clothes and skin on his shoulder, drawing a spray of blood.
Intense pain spread.
But this was just the beginning.
Kuchisake-onna's attacks were like a torrential storm, the scissors swinging into a blur of death, each strike aimed at a vital point.
Under the suppression of the Simple Domain, Toho Hiroshi could only desperately dodge with his Sharingan's foresight, constantly in peril, unable to mount an effective counterattack, and the wounds on his body continued to increase.
"Toho!"
Shoko cried out anxiously, but she had no combat ability herself and could only worry helplessly.
Her Reverse Cursed Technique couldn't even be effectively used under the domain's suppression.
If this continued, both of them would die here.
He had to break this domain, otherwise there was no chance of winning.
A look of determination flashed in Toho Hiroshi's eyes.
No more hesitation!
Intense emotional fluctuations and the crisis of life and death once again became the key, forcibly breaking through deeper shackles.
A vast, terrifying surge of Cursed Energy mixed with Dōjutsu Power, far exceeding any previous instance, erupted from deep within him like a volcanic explosion.
"Ugh ahhh—"
A burning sensation, more intense than ever before, swept through his eyes, as if his eyeballs were truly about to melt!
Brilliant, eerie purple light burst forth from his body.
Crack! Crack!
Accompanied by a teeth-grinding sound, as if bones were growing, a giant purple skeletal frame, emanating an ominous and destructive aura, appeared out of thin air, firmly protecting Toho Hiroshi and Shoko behind him in its center.
Susanoo.
Kuchisake-onna's scissors fiercely stabbed into the purple skeletal frame, emitting a piercing metallic clang, yet unable to penetrate in the slightest.
"What is this?"
Shoko looked in shock at the purple energy skeleton that enveloped her, feeling the terrifying defensive power and destructive energy fluctuations it contained.
Kuchisake-onna's attack was blocked, and she let out an angry shriek, injecting more Cursed Energy into her scissors, wildly hacking at Susanoo's skeletal frame, creating continuous explosions, but still unable to break through.
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