Jujutsu Kaisen: I Can Travel Back in Time-Chapter 44 - 38 Suguru ,Conan ,A special-grade cursed spirit is born! Do you want to catch it and play with it?

Chapter 44 - 38 Suguru ,Conan ,A special-grade cursed spirit is born! Do you want to catch it and play with it?

Gojo Satoru didn't care whether Ran Mouri had misunderstood his and Geto's identities, and he had no intention of explaining. As far as Kento Tomie's words were concerned, they weren't wrong. Jujutsu sorcerers did handle special cases, after all.

"Let's set up the curtain," Gojo Satoru said, glancing up at the special-grade cursed fetus hovering in the air. Without further delay, he decided to inspect the crime scene in the apartment first.

"Born from darkness, dark in darkness. All impurity shall be exorcised."

A gray veil slowly descended, shrouding the area in a heavier gloom. The sky dimmed further, as if responding to the oppressive energy in the air.

Geto Suguru followed Gojo into the apartment's first-floor lobby. Conan, ever curious, tried to sneak in behind them but was swiftly blocked by Kento Tomie's vigilant stance, leaving him, Ran Mouri, and the others waiting outside.

The apartment building was deathly quiet. Flickering, dim lights cast elongated shadows of the two sorcerers as they walked through the corridor.

They bypassed the elevator, choosing to take the stairs directly to the third floor.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Their footsteps echoed through the silent stairwell until they reached the door of the third-floor apartment. The faint glow of a light seeped through the crack beneath the door.

Geto tested the handle, but the door was locked from the inside. Frowning slightly, he prepared to release his Cursed Spirit Manipulation to scout inside—until Gojo stepped forward and, without a word, kicked the door open with a loud bang.

Geto sighed. "Subtle."

The moment the door swung open, a thick, metallic scent hit them. Blood.

Two uniformed police officers lay sprawled in the entryway, their throats slit cleanly. The carpet beneath them was soaked in crimson.

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In the living room, a young man in a blue tracksuit slumped on the sofa. His lifeless hand dangled over the armrest, droplets of blood falling in slow, steady intervals.

Geto crouched beside the body, recognizing the victim immediately. "It's the boy from the Puzzle & Dragons promotion at Disneyland," he murmured, pressing two fingers against the boy's cold wrist. "Rigor mortis has set in. He's been dead for over three hours."

Gojo, standing nearby, surveyed the scene through his Six Eyes. "The wounds are clean," Geto observed. "Ordinary knives. This is more within the scope of Conan and Inspector Megure."

"No," Gojo corrected, a glint of sharpness in his gaze. "I see traces of cursed energy lingering here. This isn't just a normal murder case."

Geto frowned. "That doesn't fit. If a sorcerer or cursed spirit was involved, these wounds wouldn't be so mundane."

Gojo tilted his head, a knowing smirk curling his lips. "Jeez, Geto. You of all people should know—sorcerers are still human. Humans can use human tools to kill, can't they?"

"Fair point," Geto admitted, though the implications deepened his concern. "If the killer wanted to avoid drawing attention from the Jujutsu world, disguising the murders as ordinary crimes would be a smart move."

It only reinforced the theory that these incidents were connected to the cursed spirit manipulation spreading online. And then there was the special-grade cursed fetus still floating ominously above the building—how did it all tie together?

Before he could voice his thoughts, the atmosphere outside shifted. The sky darkened to pitch black, swallowing even the streetlights in an unnatural void.

"Well, that's our cue." Gojo clapped a hand on Geto's shoulder, his tone bright with anticipation. "A special-grade cursed spirit has just been born. Wanna go catch it?"

A thunderous crash shook the building as an explosion-like sound echoed from the lobby below.

Geto strode to the balcony, peering down. From the shattered wall of the apartment's ground floor emerged a grotesque skeletal figure with countless writhing arms, its hollow eye sockets locking onto the balcony.

Without hesitation, Geto summoned his flying manta ray and leapt onto its back, soaring toward the cursed spirit.

The monster groaned, limbs reaching skyward to snatch him from the air. In response, Geto opened a void behind him. From its depths, crimson tendrils surged forth, coiling around the skeletal curse and binding it tightly.

Gojo hovered beside him, eye mask gone, his Six Eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, is this the big heart you took from the Jiamo family? Nice."

"One of its forms," Geto confirmed, focusing his energy to reinforce the binding.

"Neat." Gojo poked curiously at the writhing tendrils, pulling back his hand when they twitched irritably. "I guess the Jiamo family can be useful sometimes."

The cursed spirit shrieked in rage, its energy flaring violently. Recognizing that the blood-red tendrils alone wouldn't hold, Geto summoned a colder, bluer energy into his palm.

A shadowy humanoid figure flickered into existence, its heart glowing a vivid crimson. Strengthened by the new form, the tendrils constricted with renewed force, subduing the skeletal curse once more.

"Huh. Is that Iemo-kunyo?" Gojo mused, reaching toward the ethereal figure before Geto grabbed his wrist, pulling him back.

"Stop poking things," Geto said dryly, pouring the last of his energy into the curse manipulation.

With a final, eerie wail, the skeletal curse collapsed inward, compressed into a small, black spirit orb that dropped neatly into Geto's waiting hand.

"Nice," Gojo cheered, already lounging on the manta ray. "Congrats on bagging another special-grade. Let's celebrate with caramel pudding."

Geto rolled his eyes but tucked the cursed spirit orb away. Before he could respond, a faint rustling sound caught his attention.

In the shadows behind the apartment lobby, a figure slipped out the back door.

Gojo's playful expression hardened. He knew that silhouette.

Kaori Itadori. Or, as she was better known—Kenjaku.(T/N:Kenjaku went up and down so itadori could go left and right 🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️)

In an instant, Gojo vanished and reappeared directly in front of her, blocking her escape.(T/N:Infamous Kenjaku who took the white splash so Yuji could do the black flash)

Kaori froze, visibly startled. Her composure returned quickly, and she plastered on a polished smile. "Ah, you're Geto Suguru's friend. Gojo, right?"(T/N:TBH Kenjaku could at least had a Cursed Spirit do the dirty work. No homeboi, literally bent over personally.)

"Gojo Satoru," he corrected, his voice light but edged with suspicion. "Now, what brings you to the scene of a triple homicide, Dr. Itadori?"