Anime Collector: Starting With the Malevolent Shrine

۞ Spatial Transference! ۞

Hum!

As the Innate Technique activated, Daiki instantly appeared on the branch where the crow had landed.

His Sky Walking ability kept him suspended in the air. Using Far Sight and Insight, he clearly observed Naoya and the others.

"Let's go say hello then."

۞ Bird Strike! ۞

The pitch-black crow suddenly spread its wings, dark feathers gleaming. Its weak Cursed Energy surged to its peak at a terrifying speed.

A deafening boom and sonic barrier burst forth in mid-air. The seemingly weak crow tore through the air like a missile.

Naoya, sitting on the bench, only heard an explosion by his ear before flesh and blood sprayed onto his cheek. The horrifying speed left him with no time to react.

In the dead silence, he dazedly raised his fingertip to touch his cheek, revealing a glaring red. When he turned his head, he saw the unit member beside him had been decapitated. The headless corpse of the muscular body still stood rigidly in place.

Crow feathers lay scattered among the dismembered limbs.

A cold breeze swept across the station as the headless corpse crashed heavily to the ground.

Thud!

The muffled sound of the fall made one shudder.

Naoya's pupils contracted sharply as he dodged with lightning speed. The remaining Kukuru Unit members flashed away to find nearby cover.

"Bastard! Who dares attack our Zen'in family's direct squad!" He raged, yelling at the forest across the tracks.

He never imagined someone would dare attack a Zen'in family Unit. As one of the Three Great Families of the Jujutsu World, who would dare provoke them?

Do they have a death wish?

Caw—

A hoarse crow's cry echoed through the sky. Black crows filled the air, beating their wings in unison.

One crow landed on the platform where Naoya and the others were hiding. The moment it touched down, the black crow's form transformed into a human shadow.

Daiki sneered as he surveyed his "Executioner" hiding behind cover.

"I heard the Jujutsu Headquarters sentenced me to public execution. I want to have a chat with the higher-ups, but I don't know the way. I need someone to guide me — who wants to volunteer?"

Naoya and the Kukuru Unit members' faces changed drastically at these words.

This is the one sentenced to public execution by the Jujutsu Headquarters?

Why were his Cursed Techniques completely different from what was in the files? Wasn't he supposed to only have the Slash Innate Techniques and Domain from consuming Sukuna's finger?

'Damn council, couldn't they investigate properly?' Naoya cursed internally.

They could have at least gotten the basic information right.

He had easily killed a member with just an ordinary crow. If he had gone all out earlier, the Kukuru Unit would have been completely annihilated.

After weighing his options, Naoya stepped out from behind cover.

"Ah... So you're the one who got lucky and consumed a Special Grade Cursed Object." As he spoke, his eyes darted between the nearby crows.

To his surprise, these crows were all ordinary — their Cursed Energy nowhere near that of the one that was killed.

"I advise you to obediently follow the Headquarters' arrangements. Don't think you can run wild just because you gained some trivial power. The foundation of the Jujutsu Headquarters and Three Great Families is beyond your imagination. Since someone tipped you off, you should know that the Prime Minister himself stands behind the Jujutsu Headquarters!" Arrogance dripped from Naoya's words.

As the next head of the Zen'in family in the Jujutsu World, he considered these ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerers beneath his notice — they were merely sullying his eyes.

If not for wanting to test the Curse Devil's power, he wouldn't even be here.

{T/N: I didn't understand before, but now I searched better and saw that this Curse Devil really exists in Chainsaw Man, with the nails and everything.}

Daiki didn't answer, merely raising his finger slightly.

۞ Innate Technique ⟴ Dismantle! ۞

Snap!

The snap rang out abruptly.

Squelch!

The sound of tearing flesh followed immediately. Darkness filled Naoya's vision as intense pain surged through him.

"Ahh ahh ahh ahh..."

His left arm was severed instantly by an invisible slash. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing frantically onto the ground.

The hidden Kukuru Unit members froze for half a second before widening their eyes and roaring: "What are you waiting for, save the young master!"

They charged forward, wielding nail-shaped swords.

Just need to hit the enemy three times to summon the Curse Devil!

Three times! Three times!

Eh...

۞ Innate Technique ⟴ Dismantle! ۞

Squelch!

Blood colored their vision red. The charging Kukuru Unit members were all sliced in half at the waist. The sharpness of the invisible slashes was beyond what ordinary people could withstand.

Even as Jujutsu Sorcerers, they were like lambs to the slaughter. Arc-shaped blood sprayed outward from their corpses. The colorful spectacle bloomed as intestines and blood flowed from their bisected bodies.

The pungent smell of blood terrified Naoya as he clutched his severed arm.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen brutal slaughter before — he'd never witnessed Jujutsu Sorcerers cut down like wheat with a mere wave of the hand.

The Kukuru Unit, which the Zen'in family had painstakingly built, now seemed like nothing but a joke.

Hit the enemy three times consecutively!

For the first time, they realized how impossible those three hits were. Forget three — they couldn't even land a single strike. They didn't even have the chance to get close enough to attack.

۞ Spatial Transference! ۞

Hum!

Daiki's figure vanished, reappearing behind him.

Naoya lay collapsed on the ground, drenched in cold sweat.

The Cursed Energy looming behind him was terrifying, bottomless as an abyss. The shadow cast by sunlight engulfed his body.

He glanced at the Kukuru Unit captain beside him.

The captain's head had been cleanly severed. Bright blood flowed from his neck's cross-section, down his body, dripping from his clothes and spreading across the ground.

Jujutsu Headquarters, go to hell.

You call this just a quarter of the King of Curses's power?

Not just Naoya, but Mai — hiding in the shadows — trembled in fear.

She had secretly followed Naoya and the others here overnight, only to witness the Zen'in family's trump card utterly destroyed in a single encounter.

Daiki bent down, placing his hand on Naoya's skull.

"Have you considered it?"

The soft whisper sent sweat rolling down Naoya's forehead. The hand on his head felt not like flesh, but a sharp kitchen knife. One wrong word, and his skull would split open.

At that moment, one of the bisected Jujutsu Sorcerers crawled forward, clutching a nail-shaped sword, ready to die fighting.

"Which Devil did you contract with?" Daiki's fingers pressed down slightly.

Naoya's voice trembled as he shouted, "It's the... the Curse Devil!"

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