2 Chapter 2: Jujutsu High Students

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In the grand hallway of a lavishly adorned mansion, two young girls stood side by side, each with her own distinct charm.

The first girl donned a priestess costume that gave her an air of innocence, accentuated by her slightly youthful cheeks. Her long, black hair cascaded down in twin ponytails, gently resting on her modestly covered chest.

The second girl radiated a more mature aura, her light blue hair elegantly tied in a high ponytail. Her attire resembled that of a college student, but it couldn't hide the graceful curves of her figure.

Iori Utahime, feeling a sense of trepidation, looked ahead at the seemingly unending corridor, which resembled a fathomless abyss. A solitary bead of sweat trickled down his unblemished cheek.

"I've covered approximately three kilometers in just five minutes," Mei Mei said, glancing at her wristwatch to confirm the time. Her soft hair, neatly bound in a single ponytail, swayed gently behind her.

The two of them were on a joint mission to eliminate a formidable second-grade Cursed Spirit that had taken residence within the opulent mansion. However, to their surprise, as soon as they entered the mansion, they found themselves ensnared within a powerful Cursed Spirit barrier.

Despite this unexpected setback, it was crucial to note that Iori Utahime was a skilled second-grade Jujutsu sorcerer, while Mei Mei held a higher rank as a first-grade Jujutsu sorcerer. In the world of Jujutsu sorcery, those within the same grade could directly confront Cursed Spirits of that same grade, and in some cases, even vanquish those of higher grades.

Given their expertise, the two women didn't panic or feel lost even within the confines of the Cursed Spirit's technqiue. Iori Utahime carefully observed the surroundings. "The marks we left behind seem to have disappeared. Perhaps this Cursed Spirit's technqiue forms a circular structure, or it's a complex arrangement that matches our movements."

"Should we continue a bit further before making a final assessment?" Iori Utahime inquired, turning her gaze toward Mei Mei.

With a firm, calculated demeanor, Mei Mei considered the options. Suddenly, she unleashed a powerful punch against the corridor wall, causing a resonating impact.

A slight concavity formed on the wall, then rapidly reverted to its original state, the transformation visible to the naked eye.

"It's formidable, using the delicate 'restraints' on the outer layer to enhance its internal strength," Iori Utahime hypothesized.

"Should we proceed with caution?" Mei Mei began, her words halting abruptly as she perceived an unusual fluctuation in the space ahead, creating ripples in the air.

Iori Utahime quickly sensed the anomaly and felt her Cursed Energy coalesce, ready to retaliate if the Cursed Spirit made a move.

A faint, bubbling sound was heard, a sensation akin to the popping of bubbles.

Under the watchful gaze of the two sorcerers, a young man, roughly their age, emerged calmly from the rippling spatial vortex.

"Is this some kind of time-displacement technqiue? That Cursed Spirit sure knows how to keep things interesting," the newcomer remarked, exuding an aura of intrigue.

The visitor identified himself as Madara, a character drawing inspiration from the "Madara Uchiha" template, and his arrival was prompted by the presence of the Cursed Spirit concealed beneath the mansion, which he had sensed upon entering.

The latter found themselves trembling, overwhelmed by the menacing and cursed power emanating from Madara's Three Tomoe Sharingan.

Despite the palpable tension, Madara didn't rush to deal with the person. Instead, he grew intrigued by the Cursed Spirit's technqiue shrouding the mansion's corridors.

He recognized that Chakra was a blend of physical energy and spiritual power, while Cursed Energy, an extension of human negative emotions, was essentially a product of spiritual energy. These details were evident to him due to his Sharingan.

Having inherited 35% of the template, Madara possessed many of Uchiha Madara's ninjutsu techniques, such as fire escape, body art, technqiue, and eye art.

Through careful observation of the Cursed Energy flow above the barrier, Madara swiftly grasped the structure of the Cursed Spirit's defense.

After manipulating his Chakra to create an opening, he entered the Cursed Spirit barrier. Being the first time he encountered such a Cursed Spirit technqiue, he naturally sought to experience it firsthand.

"who are you?!"

Sensing the overwhelmingly ominous aura exuding from the black-haired youth before them, both Iori Utahime and Mei Mei narrowed their eyes in readiness. A confrontation with this mysterious and powerful stranger seemed inevitable, and they needed to be prepared.

Their bodies were tense, and the Cursed Energy within them surged with rapid intensity. If it weren't for the fact that Madara appeared human, they might have instinctively launched a fierce attack upon seeing him.

"You..."

As Madara's gaze passed over the two women, he recognized who they were.

'Judging from their age and attire, this seems to be the high school era of Jujutsu, which means there's still at least a decade before I reach the events I've seen in the anime. How intriguing,' he thought, a faint twitch at the corners of his mouth betraying a hint of amusement.

"Tokyo Jujutsu High students, here for a mission?" Madara inquired.

"Are you some kind of senior from our high school? I don't recall hearing about someone like you," Iori Utahime replied, a note of surprise crossing her features.

"But the most puzzling thing is that this man lacks any Cursed Energy," Said Mei Mei.

Madara observed, calmly observing Mei Mei after his initial scan, a statement that sent a shockwave through Iori Utahime.

"Ordinary person... maybe?!" she exclaimed, struggling to comprehend the revelation. The situation had taken a truly unexpected turn, leaving them grappling with an enigmatic presence that defied their understanding of the world they knew.

Iori Utahime found it difficult to believe the situation they were facing. In this era where Cursed Energy held supreme importance, lacking it essentially marked one as an ordinary person. This was a universally acknowledged fact within the Jujutsu circles.

Ordinary individuals without Cursed Energy were akin to helpless prey before Cursed Spirits, doomed to be slaughtered without any defense. However, the eerie pressure radiating from Madara's body and the ominous aura emanating from his scarlet eyes defied the norms.

It was clear that he didn't fit the mold of an ordinary person, and this created a perplexing conundrum. Additionally, ordinary individuals were incapable of physical interaction with Cursed Spirits, nor could they perceive the existence of these malevolent entities, much less break through and enter barriers in the peculiar manner Madara just had.

"Could you be carrying a potent Cursed Tool?" Iori Utahime ventured to guess.

"Why would I rely on so-called Cursed Tools when I am already the strongest?" Madara retorted, a hint of disdain flickering across his expression.

This response, although seemingly arrogant, was not entirely surprising, given Madara's enigmatic aura. It was only natural for Iori Utahime to explore every possible explanation for this bewildering situation.

In this world, the primary power system is centered around Cursed Energy, while Chakra could be described as a higher-level power that exists beyond the realm of Cursed Energy, yet distinct from it.

Even the ominous and curse-laden abilities of the Sharingan, despite their eerie nature, were fundamentally different from the power of Cursed Energy.

After expressing these thoughts, Madara appeared to dismiss Iori Utahime and Mei Mei, turning his attention toward the room's wall. His hand reached out, making contact with the surface, feeling the texture of the wall and the presence of the Cursed Spirit technqiue.

The three-Tomoe Sharingan in his eyes spun rapidly, allowing him to perceive the intricate details of the technqiue. From the outside of the barrier, one could analyze its structure only by observing the flow and operation of Cursed Energy power. Inside the barrier, however, the barrier's effects and characteristics became evident.

"In comparison to the Cursed techniques in the Naruto world, the effects and functions of this one are much more diverse," Madara observed.

In the world of Naruto, some ninja employed justsu and techniques for sealing purposes, while others utilized them for concealment. The contrast between those techniques and the one before Madara now highlighted the richness and complexity of the Cursed Spirit's technique.

However, this Cursed Spirit Technique possessed intriguing time and space properties. While it may not conform to the strict rules found in fantasy novels and certainly had its share of loopholes and imperfections, it held a certain fascination.

"Excuse me... do you know how to dispel this Cursed Spirit technqiue?" Iori Utahime inquired, her internal doubts about Madara's identity momentarily set aside as the urgent need to escape the technqiue took precedence.

Madara's display of unmasked arrogance left her slightly taken aback, but their current predicament overshadowed any feelings of irritation.

"Dispelling might not be the right word for my capabilities, but..." Madara's voice trailed off as he contemplated the situation.

"It's time to bring this to an end," he concluded, realizing that the time ratio within the technqiue was roughly 30 minutes inside, equivalent to two days passing outside.

This experience, coupled with the presence of both the Cursed Spirit and its technique, convinced Madara that these entities had overstayed their welcome. He clenched his fingers together, channeling pure strength, and directed a powerful blow towards the invisible Cursed Spirit barrier that had entrapped them.

A thunderous "boom" reverberated, compressing the air around them and unleashing a deafening explosion that resonated throughout the space.

The sheer might of the strike generated a potent rush of air, causing Iori Utahime to instinctively raise her arm as a shield. Mei Mei, on the other hand, stood her ground, the strength of her Cursed Energy preventing her from being blown away.

*Click!*

The Cursed Spirit technqiue shattered, the barrier's hold broken!

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