Chapter 91: Okkotsu vs. Geto
For Geto Suguru personally, this "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons" had another, more private goal.
He turned, no longer looking at the tragic scene beneath his feet, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the outskirts of Tokyo.
Jujutsu High had already entered a state of maximum alert.
The Jujutsu Sorcerers, led by Gojo Satoru, were engaged in a brutal struggle against the surging tide of Cursed Spirits in Shinjuku.
Shouts of battle, the sound of exploding Cursed Techniques, and the roars of Cursed Spirits intertwined, indicating an intense battle.
Geto Suguru, however, did not appear on the battlefield; his steps were unhurried, as if he were merely returning from an ordinary evening stroll.
He walked past the familiar school buildings, past the corridors where he, Toho Hiroshi, Gojo Satoru, and Ieiri Shoko once laughed and played, and past the cherry blossom tree said to be a hundred years old.
A trace of imperceptible nostalgia and melancholy flickered in his eyes.
This was where his dream began, and it was also about to become the end of his life.
He returned not to destroy, but to bid farewell. In an extreme way, he would put an end to the 'greater good' he believed in and ensure that his death would become the crucial bomb to ignite the future, just as Toho Hiroshi had planned.
He finally arrived at an open training ground, which was relatively quiet, with only the distant echoes of battle reminding him of the harsh reality.
Geto Suguru strolled through the familiar Jujutsu High, with a nearly farewell-like tranquility, feeling the chaotic Cursed Energy fluctuations emanating from Shinjuku and Kyoto in the distance.
Those surging negative energies were being continuously absorbed by the distant Golem, just as he had hoped.
However, amidst this chaos, he clearly perceived an unusually pure and immense source of Cursed Energy within Jujutsu High, standing out like a lighthouse in the darkness.
"Yuta Okkotsu..."
A subtle curve appeared at the corner of Geto Suguru's mouth.
The moment the thought flashed, a figure rapidly appeared in his path, blocking his way.
"Geto-senpai! Please stop!"
The person who came was Yu Haibara.
His face was filled with anxiety, pain, and disbelief. Because Toho Hiroshi had saved him that year, he had survived to this day and grown into a reliable Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
In his heart, Geto Suguru had always been that powerful, trustworthy senior, and even after his defection, a glimmer of hope still remained deep within him.
"Haibara..."
Geto Suguru stopped, looking at him indifferently. "You're still alive and have grown a lot. It seems Hao made the right choice saving you back then; at least Jujutsu High retained a good combat force."
"Geto-senpai! Why? Why are you doing this?!"
Yu Haibara shouted excitedly, pointing towards the smoke-filled direction in the distance, "Those are all ordinary people! You once taught us to protect Non-Sorcerers!"
"Protect?"
Geto Suguru let out a light scoff, as if he had heard something ridiculous. "Haibara, you're still so naive. I have long since abandoned such hypocritical justifications."
"Non-Sorcerers are merely the source of curses, the 'monkeys' that defile this world. Cleansing them is the true greater good."
He watched the pain of collapsing faith in Yu Haibara's eyes, feeling little emotion, and instead deliberately said in an even colder tone: "Today, I will not only cleanse the monkeys outside but also destroy this Jujutsu High that maintains the old order and shelters the monkeys. Let everything start anew."
"No! I absolutely forbid it!"
Yu Haibara roared, powerful Cursed Energy instantly erupting as he took a battle stance. "Geto-senpai, if you insist on doing this, then I can only stop you here. Please turn back!"
"Stop me? With just you?"
Geto Suguru shook his head, a hint of pity in his eyes, but more of a deliberate contempt. "Haibara, although you've reached Grade 1, the gap between us is still like heaven and earth. Don't throw your life away for nothing; move aside."
"Unless I die!"
Yu Haibara's eyes were firm, and he instantly launched an attack. His physical combat skills had become quite refined after years of training, and his Cursed Energy-wrapped fist struck towards Geto Suguru with a whistling sound.
However, as Geto Suguru said, the gap was immense. Geto Suguru didn't even summon a powerful Cursed Spirit; with just a slight movement of his body, he dodged the attack by a hair's breadth, then casually slapped Yu Haibara's chest.
What seemed like a casual strike contained a terrifying Cursed Energy impact.
"Pfft—"
Yu Haibara was hit hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against a distant wall, unable to get up for a moment.
"Commendable courage, but meaningless."
Geto Suguru didn't even look at the fallen Yu Haibara and continued forward. He didn't truly want to kill Yu Haibara; this strike was merely to incapacitate him.
His true target was the enraged, even larger source of Cursed Energy.
Indeed, the moment Yu Haibara was struck down, a towering wave of Cursed Energy erupted from deep within Jujutsu High like a tsunami. A figure appeared with extreme speed, landing between Geto Suguru and Yu Haibara.
The newcomer was Yuta Okkotsu.
His face showed anger and determination, and the Cursed Energy swirling around him was astonishingly vast.
Because Rika Orimoto was adopted by Toho Hiroshi from a young age, her destiny was changed, so Rika Orimoto did not die as in the original story, and thus did not become the queen of curses due to Yuta Okkotsu's curse.
Yuta Okkotsu at this moment relied entirely on his own bottomless reserves of Cursed Energy.
Yuta Okkotsu tightly gripped the Cursed Tool katana in his hand, his eyes sharply fixed on the composed Geto Suguru.
The three-section staff called "floating cloud" in the opponent's hand hung seemingly casually, yet it emitted a heart-stopping sense of danger.
"Hah!"
Yuta Okkotsu attacked first, pouring immense Cursed Energy into his katana, causing the blade to glow faintly. The slash tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
His movements were swift and direct, full of the unique sharpness and power of youth.
Geto Suguru's figure was elusive, and the floating cloud danced in his hand like a living thing, parrying, blocking, or deflecting, always defusing Yuta Okkotsu's fierce attacks by a hair's breadth.
The clang of metal on metal was incessant, and sparks flew.
"Impressive Cursed Energy reserves, like a bottomless pit."
Geto Suguru commented while easily fending off attacks, his tone like a mentor guiding a junior. "Your physical combat fundamentals are also quite solid. It seems Jujutsu High's education hasn't wasted your talent."
Before he finished speaking, the floating cloud deftly twisted, and a strange force was transmitted, nearly causing Yuta Okkotsu's katana to fly from his hand.
The young man quickly stepped back, readjusted his stance, his breathing slightly hurried.
"But, your swordsmanship..."
Geto Suguru shook his head slightly, a trace of reminiscence and comparison flashing in his eyes. "It's too crude, too reliant on the brute force of Cursed Energy. Compared to that person, it's like heaven and earth."
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