Chapter 143 ⟴ The Shibuya Incident and the Smallpox Deity

Public Safety Devil Hunter Department.

A gloomy, oppressive atmosphere permeated the Devil Hunter Division. The heavy iron doors and cold walls gave it the feel of a prison.

Makima held up the Shibuya district surveillance report with an expressionless face. After a brief scan, she tossed it to Kishibe.

Catching the report mid-air, his brow furrowed. This was a report from Devil Hunters stationed in Shibuya just three hours ago.

"In just five hours, we've had over 20,000 casualties. The infected lose all mobility within three hours. The virus is spreading through water and air toward Tokyo. If we don't stop it, this will become hell on earth!"

The cold numbers didn't cause the slightest ripple in Makima's heart. She gazed at him calmly, as if seeking his counsel.

"We must stop this — but what's causing it?" Kishibe's brow was tightly knitted.

The scale of casualties was unthinkable — 20,000 people in less than six hours. With Shibuya's population of about 100,000, nearly one-sixth had been lost.

"Last page." Makima said flatly.

Kishibe turned to find an image of a massive monster, resembling an Evil Spirit or Cursed Spirit.

"What is this?"

"It resembles one of the sixteen Special Grade Cursed Spirits recorded by Jujutsu High — the Smallpox Deity. However, its power exceeds Special Grade. The Smallpox Deity is a Disease Cursed Spirit, born from humanity's fear of disease. While its exact capabilities are unknown, this aura differs from the one registered at Jujutsu High — this one has a demonic presence."

Makima explained what she knew about the situation, though the monster's origins remained unclear.

"I suspect it has merged with fragments of the Gun Devil's flesh — and in significant proportions. There might also be Onmyōji elements involved. The Devil Hunter Division's forces cannot enter that area now, but the Bureau of Onmyō has dispatched a Guardian-level operative to intervene. Our main problem is lack of combat power. It would be beneficial to have the newly appointed Jujutsu Inspector General, Daiki Tsukasa, join us."

Though it seemed like a polite suggestion, there was unmistakable firmness behind it.

Kishibe's mouth twitched — surely she didn't expect him to summon that guy?

They hadn't delivered his Inspector General appointment letter yet, mainly because Daiki was impossible to track. Using Spatial Transference techniques, he could cross vast distances instantly, appearing and vanishing at will.

He would materialize in Tokyo one moment, then Kyoto the next, only to return to Tokyo in the blink of an eye.

The Jujutsu World hadn't raised any objections, so they hadn't bothered with the formal delivery.

After all, he was known as the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in History.

Though Kishibe held the title of Strongest Devil Hunter, and while his physical abilities were formidable, he was no match for a Special Grade Sorcerer.

The toll of his Devil contracts had pushed his body to its limits — facing the Strongest Sorcerer would mean insant death.

Despite Daiki's regrettable slaughter of Kyoto's Jujutsu Community, Kishibe found him tolerable.

At least Sorcerers weren't Devils — the beings he truly despised!

His gaze shifted to Makima, meeting those inhuman eyes — Devil's eyes!

"Will he follow the Devil Hunter Division's orders? He's the strongest Sorcerer in history — I can't match him." Kishibe set the report on the desk and looked away.

"The Jujutsu Sorcerers say Daiki defeated Satoru Gojō merely to collect the Six Eyes — a power that appears in the Gojō Clan once every few centuries. He did the same when slaying the Zen'in family's strongest shikigami, Mahoraga. This young Special Grade Sorcerer clearly pursues his own interests. Since he collects rare treasures, we can negotiate with valuable items. No need to worry."

Makima pulled out a contract from her drawer and signed it.

Kishibe raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The Devil Hunter Division was nearly bankrupt, spending most of its funds on compensation for fallen personnel.

He couldn't imagine what valuable bargaining chip Makima might offer, and he hoped they wouldn't anger Daiki,

His body couldn't survive that beating.

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The endless rain was irritating. Even with an umbrella, clothes would still get soaked.

Using Spatial Transference to return to the udon shop, Rizu remained pristine, untouched by the downpour.

"Daiki-kun, would you like to stay for a bowl of udon?"

"No, thank you. I still have some things to do, but I'll definitely eat here next time." With a gentle smile, Daiki patted her head and declined the offer.

Just as Rizu was about to thank him, messages arrived simultaneously from Mei Mei and Mai Ze'nin.

'Hmm? Mass casualties in Shibuya, suspected to be the Disease Cursed Spirit Smallpox Deity, with power exceeding Special Grade.'

Though worded differently, their messages conveyed the same dire news: under cover of rain, a terrifying unknown monster had emerged.

Three minutes ago, the Devil Hunter Division had lost all control of Shibuya and was now gathering Onmyōji and Sorcerers to discuss solutions.

Before Daiki could process this, a message arrived from Kasumi Miwa informing him that Devil Hunters from the Division had brought gifts.

The Division's intention was clear — they needed his help with the Shibuya Incident, hence the offerings.

'Public Safety Devil Hunter... Makima... one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Control Devil — I wonder what rewards collecting it might bring. And there's the Chainsaw Devil that devours other Devils. Is it not time yet, or is there another reason I haven't heard of it? And Primal Devils from Hell — all are collections worth having, certainly more valuable than Cursed Spirits like Sukuna.'

Knowing he'd have to meet with the Devil Hunter Division eventually, Daiki didn't refuse.

Upon inquiry, he learned they were waiting at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Having no contact information for him, they'd had to reach out through Kasumi.

"See you later, Rizu-chan."

"Bye, Daiki-kun." Rizu noticed his expression grow more serious, recognizing he had matters to attend to.

It reminded her of how her father looked when he was busy making udon.

Daiki stepped into the heavy rain, and just as he was about to activate his Spatial Transference Technique, he noticed a pet store across from the udon shop.

After brief contemplation, he walked to the pet store and gently pushed open its glass door.

"Welcome! What can I help you with? We have premium cat and dog food, and if you're interested, we also have some lovely pets available."

Tsuki Uzaki approached with a gentle, graceful demeanor, her housewife-like hairstyle framing her face as she earnestly introduced the store's various products to Daiki.

His gaze swept across the pet store. He had nothing particular in mind to buy — he'd just felt an inexplicable urge to browse, as if something he might need in the future could be found here.

After a moment's observation, he walked directly to the glass cabinet. Below it lay an intricately carved pet collar with slender silver chains beside it.

Though the price was considerably higher than ordinary collars, he thought it might prove useful in certain special situations later.

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