[On August 10, 2006, Grade 1 sorcerers Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were assigned the mission of escorting the Star Plasma Vessel, Riko Amanai, to Master Tengen.]
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Holding Riko's lifeless body against his chest, Satoru moved forward with slow, heavy steps toward the exit. The crowd around him remained caught in a frenzy of applause, parting as he passed.
With his head down and the Six Eyes fixed on Riko, the clapping around him echoed in his mind — a sound that seemed to suffocate the world around him.
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Sensing a familiar cursed energy approaching, Satoru raised his head just in time to see Suguru Geto walk through the door.
Suguru's eyes widened at the scene before him: the crowd, the deafening applause, and at the center of it all, his friend — whom he believed to be dead — standing with Riko in his arms.
The shock made him freeze for a second. "Satoru—"
The words died in his throat as their eyes met. He had seen the Six Eyes many times before. But now... now it was different. They shone with an intensity he had never seen, as if radiating pure power. "Satoru...? Is that really you?"
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[After three days of multiple assassination attempts carried out by curse users and non-sorcerers, the two jujutsu sorcerers, accompanied by the Star Plasma Vessel and a maid, safely crossed the barrier of Jujutsu High at 4:00 p.m. on August 13.]
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"I'm glad you're okay, Suguru. You found Shoko, right?" Satoru's voice cut through the heavy air, tinged with a false lightness that never reached his eyes.
"...Yeah, she healed me. I'm fine now—" Suguru stopped as his gaze fell on Riko's lifeless body in Satoru's arms. For a moment, he remembered her tearful face, pleading to live. "No... it doesn't matter if I'm fine."
In the background, the sound of clapping persisted, a cruel echo reverberating through the hallway walls.
"Don't blame yourself, Suguru. It was my fault." Satoru lowered his gaze to Riko, his fingers tightening slightly around her. "I failed to stop that man."
"....No. I failed too," Suguru replied, his voice so soft that Satoru barely heard it.
The applause grew louder, closer — a chorus of indifference that seemed to mock them.
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[At that moment, the group was intercepted by the Sorcerer Killer, Toji Fushiguro.]
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"Let's go back, Satoru," Suguru said, his voice weighed down by exhaustion. He could feel the eyes of the crowd like needles on his skin, the sound of clapping reverberating in his ears. Every second there dragged him deeper into a pit of guilt and despair.
"You go ahead. I want to find out who was behind this," Satoru replied, his voice filled with determination, in stark contrast to the gentleness with which he passed Riko's body to Suguru.
Suguru hesitated, his arms trembling as he received Riko's dead weight. His fingers slowly closed around her. He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. "Leave that to the higher-ups, Satoru. It won't make a difference anyway," he murmured, his words soaked in bitter resignation.
"No, go ahead, Suguru. Take her to the morgue." Satoru insisted, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "I want to bury her somewhere beautiful."
Suguru stood still for a moment, the weight of Riko in his arms feeling heavier than the world itself.
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[After defeating Gojo Satoru, the Sorcerer Killer managed to infiltrate the Tombs of the Star Corridor and kill the Star Plasma Vessel with a shot to the head, before facing and defeating the sorcerer Suguru Geto. Attached is how Toji Fushiguro entered with several Cursed Tools through the barrier]
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"Alright... I'll take her," Suguru murmured, turning slowly, Riko's body cradled in his arms, her head resting against his chest. His steps were heavy, dragging along the cold floor, each movement weighed down by a weariness that went beyond the physical.
As Suguru walked away, Satoru closed his eyes. 'Well, I don't want you to see what I'm about to do here.' He remained silent, listening to the sound of clapping from the crowd that filled the air.
Satoru took a deep breath, tracking Suguru's cursed energy as it faded, growing weaker until it became just a distant echo. 'That should be enough.'
Reaching for his waist, Satoru drew the Inverted Spear. 'Why am I doing this? I don't know. I feel nothing in this state I'm in. Maybe that's why I want them to feel what she felt.'
Turning to the crowd, Satoru opened his eyes. 'I know this won't change anything. You're just believers, blinded by faith, puppets of a cult that understands nothing. But if you celebrate the death of a child in the name of faith, then I hope you're ready to die for that same faith.'
BAM!
In an instant, Satoru became a blur of death, a storm of violence that consumed the hall in a whirlwind of blood and chaos. The Six Eyes gleamed, darting from target to target with a speed no non-sorcerer could ever follow.
SHIIINK! SLASH! SHIIINK! SPLASH!
Each victim was chosen in a fraction of a second before the Inverted Spear of Heaven sealed their fate. The weapon sliced through the air with surgical precision, turning the hall into a slaughterhouse. Desperate screams echoed, only to be drowned out by the wet sounds of flesh being torn and bones shattering.
"NOOOO!"
"HELP MEEEEE!"
"MERCYYYY!"
Limbs flew, falling into grotesque piles on the floor. Heads rolled, eyes wide with pure terror as they bounced across the blood-soaked ground.
Blood spurted in fountains, painting the walls in crimson arcs, streaming down in rivulets that gathered into a growing red sea. Bodies were cleaved in half, torsos split open like fruit, entrails spilling out in steaming mounds that mixed with the swelling puddles. Fingers, arms, legs — scraps of human flesh floated in the viscous liquid, some still twitching in spasms.
Satoru moved like a specter, untouched by blood thanks to the Mugen. The Six Eyes tracked every motion, every breath, every heartbeat in the crowd. In that moment, he was a force of nature — a god of destruction who didn't hesitate to kill them all.
A man tried to run, but before he could take a step, the spear pierced his skull, exploding it in a rain of blood and brain matter. A woman raised her hands in plea, but her head was severed in the blink of an eye, hitting the floor with a wet thud. Another believer, blind in his faith, kept clapping until his torso was cleaved diagonally, exposed lungs gurgling as he collapsed.
The crowd, once a chorus of applause, was now a heap of mutilated corpses.
When the last body fell, silence swallowed the hall. The only sound was the dripping of blood trickling down the walls and hitting the floor. Satoru stood at the center of the massacre, the Inverted Spear dripping red in his hand. "Yes... that felt fair."
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[Toji Fushiguro then took the body of the Star Plasma Vessel to the House of the Children of the Star, where he handed her over to the group before receiving his payment. After that, for some unknown reason, the Sorcerer Killer turned against his contractors and slaughtered 979 non-sorcerers in the underground.]
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