"Five years. If you can hold on for that long, there's nothing they can do."

Iori Kazuo thought back to those words, and for just a little bit, wondered if his daughter was underestimating herself, or maybe under promising what she can do.

The Zenin Clan didn't take Kazuo and the Iori Clan's refusal of their marriage request to Utahime too kindly. Mostly because they had offered their heir as her husband-to-be. Kazuo met the little shit once. A function he had to go to as a Clan Head, even if it was a minor clan, and while Naoya was of course a talented Sorcerer and maybe even a good Clan Head in the future, that didn't mean he would be good husband or father.

Actually, given what he heard about Ogi and his twin daughters, and how the Zenin Clan in general venerated Sorcery, they treated those without Cursed Energy or of lesser talent, as less than human.

Kazuo sighed from thinking about this. The Big Three Families were a great bulwark against Cursed Spirits, but they were not places one should wish to live in.

Already the Iori Clan began to feel a pressure from the Zenin Clan as they would ask from some of their Sorcerers (what few there were) to head on missions with their Zenin members as back-up. An obvious ploy to kill what little Sorcerers the Iori had, as a warning for their disrespect. Or ask for some of the Iori members to be wedded to theirs, likely a way to use the disposable Zenin members, and taken over the Iori Clan in a few generations by blood.

They obviously wouldn't take over the Iori Clan's duties of supervising the sacred sites of Kyoto, so likely they would make them another Zenin branch family.

Yeah, fuck that! ...I shouldn't pick up words from my daughter. Asuka wouldn't let me hear the end of it, if I said such things out loud. He chuckled in a huff.

While the strategy of saying how unworthy they are of the Zenin Clan attention, or how their members wouldn't help but hinder the Zenin member in their missions, was a sting to Kazuo's pride, humiliating the Iori Clan like that was better than if his clan were bled and taken apart piece by piece.

Already what funding the Iori Clan gets to look after the sacred sites, be it for cleaning, to hiring other Sorcerers to renew the barriers of those places, was lowered. The Zenin Clan already took back their portion (what little they bothered to remember to add) of the funding the Big Three Families usually handed out to the minor families to keep their operations going.

The Iori were blamed for this. A bit of political pressure applied to them to placate the Zenin so everyone else wouldn't suffer.

For now Kazuo felt they can hold on. They can even help out other minor clans if need be. Thankfully the Gojo and Kamo didn't care about the Zenin's drama, and thus this retaliation for the Iori's "slight" wasn't as damaging as it could have been.

The Iori Clan Head couldn't help but feel a bit guilty that his daughter's financial efforts, were at times, literally the only thing keeping them going.

It is sometime considered a burden to have a genius born to a minor Jujutsu Clan, because it means that clan doesn't have the resources to support them.

Or worse, it means attention form the bigger clans. For some clans who valued Sorcery over human life, this would be seen as a blessing. But the Iori were only a Sorcerer Clan on a technicality. Because of their duty and history than anything else, not because they produced Sorcerers.

Thus this attention Utahime brought due to her talent was a burden.

Yet beyond that, his daughter was nothing but a blessing. She had always fulfilled what duties or expectation her parents had of her. Nay, she would go above and beyond them. She didn't only support the clan, but held herself as a part of it, not letting her talent distance her from others.

A child blessed by the heavens, yet choosing to be human, could Kazuo have asked for a better daughter?

No, there wasn't. His Hime-chan was the best!

Although he had at times wondered where she got her rough way of speaking from. He's pretty sure she didn't grow up with delinquents around.

Kazuo definitely knew where she got her temper from. Of course he'd never say that to his dear Asuka's face.

Honestly for all his wife acts proper, when she let her emotions get to her, she would shout and scream. Like when Hime-chan finally got her first victory against Lord Gakuganji, she whooped and punched the air in jubilation.

Often times Kazuo feared if he had placed too much pressure on his daughter. If maybe he burdened her with too much, and she internalized that she needed to do more, train more, provide more than what she could. He worried he might have cursed his Utahime with responsibility from when she was but a child.

"Hime-chan, you don't need to train that hard. You know that, right? Your mother and I are more than proud of your efforts, but we also don't want you to burn yourself out for our sake." He remembered once telling her, when they were alone enjoying some tea on the porch, watching the garden one night.

Utahime didn't say anything for a long while, just looking at her cup, before looking at the moon with eyes that seem to see beyond it.

"I don't want my children to grow up in a world with Cursed Spirits."

It was a childish notion. A naïve one. How many people, how many parents wished for the same thing? Those who ventured out as Jujutsu Sorcerers hoping they can change the world to be free of Curses for good.

Yet... it's almost as if Utahime's powers were made for that specific purpose.

Kazuo didn't say anything then. He didn't want to burden (curse) her with such task. Yet looking at her determined face, that spark in her eyes as she faces the world, in his heart he couldn't help but believe in her.

With her talent and growth from her hard work, he couldn't help but think in a few years she would reach a Special Grade Sorcerer status.

She might just elevate the Iori Clan to a higher status just from her existence alone.

He frowned at that thought. He had planned to have Utahime take the position of Clan Head after her graduation. But if the Clan does end up elevated to a Major Clan status, that would be a lot of benefits, true, but also a lot of headache inducing responsibility. He'd have to make sure Hime-chan is ready for that position then, and try to remove as much of the pressure she will likely face beforehand.

Regardless, changing the world isn't a duty he wished upon his daughter.

Thus on the day after she fulfilled her Binding Vow against Gakuganji Yoshinobu, as Kazuo and his wife, stood at their house's door to wave Utahime off on her mission, he couldn't help but say:

"Hime." Kazuo spoke, making Utahime pause to head out to Kyoto High to meet her team. She looked back to see his content smile. "Come back safely, we'll have some yaki soba and steak ready for when you return." Kazuo said, as those were her favorite dishes.

"Oh!" Asuka looked surprised, but didn't oppose in indulging in some salt heavy food this once. "I think we got some A5 wagyu beef recently. Alright, we'll go all out today, dear, Hime-chan."

"Wait, you did?!" Kazuo asked shocked. When the hell did she have the time? Who did she kill to get that?

"Wait, you did?!" Utahime was drooling.

"Yes, so be sure to come back quickly, Hime-chan. Those steaks are only gonna be available today. I guess everyone else and the kids will have a very memorable dinner tonight if you miss it." Azuka said with a sly, closed-eyes smile.

"THOSE SPECIAL GRADES ARE FUCKING DEAD!" Utahime shouted.

As Hime-chan dashed away, kicking the ground so hard, she left a dust cloud in her place.

Go Hime-chan, go! Kazuo smiled.

Azuka held his arm, as she leaned her head on his shoulder. The future was turbulent but for now, all was right in the world.

"Honey, where did you get that kind of wagyu beef?"

"The Gojo Clan sent it as an apology for whatever problems a certain rumor may have caused."

"Ah."

"They also not so subtly hinted they also wanted a marriage interview for Hime."

"...I see."

"Fuck indeed."

"Honey!" Kazuo said in shock.

"It's not my fault. Hime-chan is a bad influence." His wife pouted.

"Asuka." He said pointedly.

"What do you say we give Hime-chan a sibling?"

Iori Kazuo was left speechless.

"What?" I blinked at what Mana said.

All members of the Kyoto Jujutsu High members, staff and students, were gathered ready to head to the Urasato Village.

We were going to the airport, meet up with Tokyo High, then take a domestic flight on a private plane, before air-dropping onto the location. Yeah, we're trying to get there as fast as possible.

Of course Principal Gakuganji and some of the staff will stay behind, since the school's location is also pretty important, and needed protection. Leaving it defenseless would be stupid.

"I'm sorry, Utahime-senpai, but as the Zenin Clan is calling on all members for this mission, I'll have to join in with them. I can't be a part of the team for this time." Mana said bowing.

"One, don't bow it's fine, but," I waved her off. "Why's the Zenin Clan moving for this mission? Yeah, I know it's an 'all hands on deck' situation, but I figured they'd only send a few members, not everything they have." I said.

"It's because of what the Seekers of the Ten did." Mei Mei spoke up.

"You mean create those Special Grade Curses?" I raised an eyebrow.

"More than that," Mei Mei shook her head. "The Seekers of the Ten believe in the 'Ten Treasure Gods' whom they believe inspired the legend of the Ten Sacred Treasures."

"Okay, so?" I asked.

"So," Mana answered. "The Zenin Clan's prized technique the 'Ten Shadows Technique' is suppose to be the actual Ten Sacred Treasures. Thus the cult's gods are seen as a direct insult to the Zenin Clan. The Curses their actions created are like a defilement of the Zenin's symbol itself."

"Ah. Thus the intense retaliation." I crossed my arms. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about back-up for this mission." I said. "You're going to be okay?" I asked Mana.

"Yes, Utahime-senpai!" She grinned earnestly. "I'm more than ready to fight. I'll show that all your efforts on me these past months weren't for nothing!" Mana then chuckled bashfully. "Although I'm likely gonna be regulated to a support role. Hehe."

"Stop putting yourself down like that." I smiled at her. "Just be safe and don't do anything stupid. Kick ass, but make sure to come back alive."

"Yes, senpai!" Mana saluted.

Mei Mei and I waved her off as she left to join her clan, who had their own modes of transportation. Likely their own plane too.

"So, biggest mission yet. Are you going to start using your Domain more freely, or keep it hidden because its 'not ready'? Mei Mei blatantly asked with a sly smile.

"Noticed that, huh? How long?" I asked.

"Always, it seemed like the smart move when they asked you to exorcise Sukuna's fingers." Mei Mei chuckled. "Are you going to do it when they ask again.

I frowned as I looked up to the morning sky in thought.

"After graduation, I'll start dealing with that. I should be ready to deal with the fallout by then." I decided.

"You think there would be a fall out?" Mei Mei raised an eyebrow.

"It's Sukuna. Given everything we know about him, it would be stupid not to expect to." I sighed. "If we had all twenty fingers sealed up then I wouldn't worry, since I could just go ahead and exorcise them all at once. But we only have four, and I have a feeling that once those are dealt with, the rest will go to ground, and something else will come up from that."

Mei Mei sighed. "You really are too much of a goody-two shoe, carrying the world on your shoulders like that." She shook her head. "But I guess you wouldn't be Utahime otherwise."

"I don't do that." I said skeptically.

"When was the last time you spent any of your money on yourself, and not just add it to your clan's coffers?" Mei Mei asked.

"Uuumm..." I gave it some thought before snapping my fingers. "I went to the cinema a few days ago. Then I went to a high class restaurant for lunch." There, see! I do spend time on myself.

Mei Mei sent me a pitying look. Wait, why?

"Utahime, that restaurant is just an average franchise, their place just looks nice. High class restaurant needs reservations, not you just going on your own whenever you want. Unless you are on talking terms with the owner. And as for cinema as your free time fun? Well, I'll applauded you for being frugal if nothing else."

Her words felt like a strike in my chest. I mean, I'm not a miser or anything, but it's not like I know how high society spending or whatever. I'm glad with my comfort food, comfort time wasters, and comfort spending.

"Anyways, enough about how I spend my free time, for this mission, I want you to help me stock up on some weapons." I 'skillfully' deflected the topic. "Can you get me a number of weapons in an hour?"

"Do you have that list on you?" Mei Mei asked. I handed her a list I wrote up this morning upon hearing about the mission. Mei Mei read through it slowly, but by the time she reached the end, her eyebrow rose to her hair line. "Utahime..." she said slowly. "I'm not sure what image do you have of me, but do you think I'm an arms race dealer?"

"Errrr..." Crap, was of that stuff too much? Maybe asking for anything beyond a machine gun was too much?

"Some of this stuff I can get now, but the rest? It's gonna take more than an hour. Especially for the minigun."

"So you can do it!" I really shouldn't be shocked. But I'm still shocked!

Mei Mei! How deep are your connections!? Seriously who are you in contact with? You're still in high school!

As Geto Suguru sat on the couch lining the cargo plane, he couldn't help but be impressed and disgusted by the resources Jujutsu High had at their disposal when the need arises. But also how they treat their Sorcerer like easily replaceable cog to be used to slay Curses until they can't work anymore.

He looked at his fellow Sorcerers, feeling disgust at how they were all being treated. The cargo plane held about a hundred or so Sorcerers, yet the plane didn't have enough seats. Most stood and walked around. Other just sat on the floor. Yes, the situation was an emergency and speed was of the essence, yet this treatment still felt dehumanizing.

All of that because some Curseless Idiots decided to do something so vile and stupid. Not only killing themselves but brainwash a whole innocent village into it, just to summon their stupid "gods". Fucking bastards.

"Suguru. Suguru, look." Shoko said, poking him from the side.

"Shoko, we need some rest before we reach our destination. Just get some sleep." He said to his oddly stoic, yet at times hyperactive teammate. Even if her expression never really changes.

"Look, it's the Arsenal Miko." She said with some amusement entering her tone.

Suguru raised and eyebrow. "Arsenal? Don't you mean the shouaaaaaa..." Suguru's jaw dropped as he saw the infamous potential Special Grade miko he heard a lot about recently.

Well, he could definitely see why was called a miko so much. The girl, Utahime, was wearing the traditional garb of a miko of a white kosode with a scarlet hakama. She also had the school's jacket on as the only part of her uniform, and combat boot.

Also she was strapped with a lot of guns. She had two shotguns tied to her back, as if they were some western swords. She had the inside of her school jacket holstering two guns on each side. Strapped to her thighs were at least three guns on each side, and a belt of grenades around her chest. There were two large machine guns seated on either side of her, with longer strapped tied to her waist.

He could see her checking, cleaning and loading some kind of... he didn't know what that was called. He didn't know, a hand cannon? The bullets were as large as a sode can. A grenade launcher?

...That was a fucking grenade launcher wasn't it?

He didn't even want to think about that rectangle metal suitcase next to her.

Even other Sorcerer were looking at her like she was some lunatic.

What part of that is a traditional shrine maiden!? That's a walking commando unit!

A small laugh was let out of Suguru's mouth, as the ridiculousness of the situation somehow just eased his tension a little bit.

Admittedly, the whole thing with Satoru annoyed him a bit, since it seemed deliberately planned.

If only I could keep following him throughout the past week. ...But then I likely wouldn't have been fresh enough to go on this mission.

He leaned his head against the iron plane's wall, and let out a sigh. He closed his eyes trying to relax till the plane reached Urasato.

"Suguru." Shoko tugged at Suguru's arm.

"What? The Arsenal Miko did something crazy again?" He asked.

"The Arsenal Miko is coming toward us." Shoko replied.

Suguru's eyes snapped open as he leaned forward and... yep the the walking artillery Sorcerer had gotten up from her seat, and was heading in their direction.

Wasn't her Technique a support type? Those guns are useless.

"Good morning, I'm Iori Utahime. Third Year at Kyoto High. Nice to meet you both." Utahime greeted the Tokyo High Sorcerers with a smile.

"Ah, good morning. Ieiri Shoko, First Year. Nice to meet you, Senpai." Shoko greeted back.

"Hello, Geto Suguru." Suguru said back. "Please know Senpai, that while you might be older, we are not carrying stuff for you."

Shoko blinked and looked at Suguru for his blatant pushy statement. It wasn't disrespectful, but kinda pushing it.

"Pfft, of course not. I don't want you to end up shooting yourself or something." She waved him off with a laugh.

A sort of annoyance filled the air between them, but they both were acting too casual for it to be anything serious.

"Did you need something from us, Senpai?" Shoko asked, acting as a kind of mediator lest the two snip at each other from how stiff their smiles were.

"Right, I wanted to ask you both a question, and then you Geto-san, I wanted to ask you something specific." Utahime stated.

"Sure." Shoko said back.

"Can't stop you." Suguru shrugged.

"Where's Gojo Satoru?"

And just like that, whatever amicable mood that was present to keep everyone relatively polite was gone.

Ah, so that's what you're like too, huh. Suguru sighed, annoyance and oddly enough disappointment filling him.

"Eh, what's the worry, Senpai? Sad that you missed meeting your fiancé?" Suguru asked with a shit-eating grin.

"..." Utahime didn't respond, just blink and tilt her head staring at Suguru.

"Suguru." Shoko muttered while lightly elbowing him.

"You don't need to worry yourself, Senpai." Suguru shrugged. "This mission will go fine. You didn't need to overcompensate with all those useless guns." He sighed and leaned back into his seat, letting out a small plastic smile. "Besides there's already a Special Grade Sorcerer on this mission. I assure you, you'll see the difference between a Grade 1 and Special Grade when we reach our destination, and how-"

Utahime held a hand up.

"Apologies but I think there's a misunderstanding." Utahime spoke with a firm tone that threw him off, as the usual irritation and shame of people underestimating him, and, or greedily seeking out Satoru wasn't visible in her eyes. "The current mission's biggest problem is not just the ten Special Grades that were born from the cult's actions, but the sheer quantity of Curses numbering in the hundreds from what the latest report said. Had you not been present I would have asked Gojo in your place where you were, as it would have been a problem. Both of you, ideally, should have been here to take care of the bulk of the Curses swiftly and efficiently before they could spread out all over Kyushu."

"..." Suguru found his back straight at Utahime's explanation. A slight feeling of guilt poking at him. Okay, maybe he let his bad mood get to him and snapped at her.

"Oh wow, you're reflecting?" Shoko whispered next to him.

"Oi!" Suguru whispered back, as the miko wasn't what he expected. Utahime cleared her throat bringing attention back to her. Once Shoko and Suguru looked at her again, she just waited with a raised eyebrow, indicating for them to answer.

"Satoru is in bed. He needs a few hours of rest after the past week." Shoko answered, getting things on track again.

"The past week, what happened?" Utahime furrowed her eyebrows in concern.

"Wha? How do you not know?" Suguru blinked at that. "There's been multiple natural disasters, from earthquakes to tsunamis, to wild fires, even a major gas leak that could have turned into a catastrophe. A lot of strong Cursed Spirits were born from that." He explained.

"Ah," Utahime blushed. "I was busy and didn't follow the news." She got disbelieving looks in return. Utahime coughed and pushed through onto the topic. "What were the locations?" She spoke seriously once more.

"All over Japan. It was never one consistent place. Satoru ended up tiring himself out too quickly, so he needs to rest for a while before he can come back us up." Shoko answered.

"That idiot." Suguru sighed. "He should have waited a while to catch his breath. I dealt with some of those Curses as well, but I couldn't travel around as fast as he does." He complained, hiding his annoyance at his lacking strength. He wasn't weaker than Satoru, but he was starting to realize he might need more options to deal with more Cursed Spirits. Travel time being one of them.

"Given the cult's success, was this deliberate?" Utahime asked in thought, crossing one arm around her torso, and held her chin with her other hand.

"The natural disasters definitely not." Suguru huffed in amusement, before turning seriously again. "The rest however was likely an oppurtunity they created to tire Satoru out, so they can go ahead with their stupid suicidal plan." He growled in annoyance. "They want to turn the country into a divided war torn hellscape, like it's the Sengoku era or something." He said in disgust.

"Huh? Wasn't their belief that their Ten Treasure Gods would bring a new era of peace or something?" Utahime blinked at that.

"That's what they say." Suguru said with a frown, as Shoko nodded in agreement. "In practical terms, they think people don't appreciate their lives, so they want everyone to experience the hardship of war and suffering to reflect on their lives, and appreciate it more.

"...The fuck? Are they disciples of John Kramer?" Utahime said in equal disgust.

Shoko and Suguru blinked at Utahime's vulgar reply.

Shoko looked on in amusement, as the seniors she knows usually try to set a good example and don't swear in front of her.

Suguru meanwhile found himself shaking with barely contained laughter, as her reply was nearly the same thing, Satoru said when he first heard about the Seekers cult.

"What?" Utahime said, upon seeing their amusement.

"Nothing, nothing. We just didn't think you're the type to like foreign horror films, like Saw." Suguru waved her off.

"Ehh, morbid curiosity." Utahime said back, before shaking her head. "Anyways, what I wanted to ask you specifically, Geto-san," she said, making Suguru listen up and pay attention. "Does the Cursed Energy levels of your Cursed Spirits affect your ability to control them?"

"...Huh. Usually people are not that upfront when they ask if my Technique has weaknesses." He eyed her with neutral apprehension.

"What I mean is, if I buff your Cursed Spirits, will you have a problem with controlling them?" Utahime persisted, making Suguru raise an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you be trying to conserve your Cursed Energy?" Suguru politely asked.

Utahime shook her head. "This wouldn't be a problem for me. So?" She asked.

"It wouldn't make a difference in my control." Suguru replied. "Once I absorb a Cursed Spirit, that's it. There's no fighting back or anything of the sort, even if I overcharge them with Cursed Energy." He chuckled. "So senpai, you don't need to worry, once we land you can buff them as much as you want."

"How many can you summon at any one time? Can you summon them all at once?" Utahime questioned.

"Err, sorry Senpai, but aren't you getting a little to personal with your questions." Suguru said playful at the intrusive questions. "Could it be...?"

"Are you interested in Suguru?" Shoko 'whispered', playfully.

"Could it be scouting by the Iori Clan?" Suguru asked.

"Or something else?" Shoko added.

Sheer unadulterated deadpanned expression met the younger Tokyo Jujutsu High students. Utahime's half-lid eyes seemed to suggest what the two side was the height of stupidity.

"Hey, Suguru, I think we should stop. She's looking at us like we're bugs." Shoko whispered.

"Where's Satoru when we need to throw him under the bus?" Suguru whispered back.

Utahime cleared her throat.

""S-Sorry, ma'am! Yes, ma'am!"" Suguru and Shoko said together.

"About my question," Utahime continued. "Never mind that, I will buff you, you'll summon all your Curses and I'll buff them as well. Get ready."

""Huh?"" The two Tokyo students were taken back by Utahime decisive tone. They looked back to see her looking at the plane's windows.

"Eh, Senpai, what do you mean?" Shoko asked, but Utahime had moved to one of the emergency two-way transceiver mounted on the wall of the plane, that allows direct communication with the pilot.

"Mr. Pilot, This is Iori Utahime, apologies but I believe a situation had come up with the containment team. How far off are we to our destination?" Utahime demanded into the emergency two-way radio.

Her actions were noticed by all the other Sorcerers, who saw her speaking out loud.

"Err, we're about five minutes out till we reach Urasato." The pilot's voice came from the intercom.

"Shoko," Suguru spoke.

"Eh?" Shoko looked at her teammate.

"Get your parachute ready." Suguru said seriously. He looked outside the window and saw what Utahime saw.

Far off in the distance, almost easy to dismiss as a bird, was a Cursed Spirit flying parallel to the plane.

"Mr. Pilot, you're gonna have to open the cargo doors now." Utahime commanded into the walkie-talkie as she headed back to Suguru and Shoko.

"Eh, what?" The pilot's confused voice came from the intercom.

"Oi, Kyoto Third Year, what do you think you're doing?" Ask one of the Tokyo teachers.

"Suguru?" Shoko asked as she grabbed her parachute.

"EVERYONE!" Utahime shouted, getting everyone to look at her, not just those bored or curious. "If you look outside the window, you'll see Cursed Spirit starting to appear in flight with us. I'm afraid the containment team has failed. We'll have to act now to start dealing with the situation."

"Eh, wait."

"What did she say?"

"That miko brat acting out for attention?"

"Oh shit, look, she's right!"

The younger Sorcerers began to talk out loud and shout, while the more experienced ones began take command of their group.

"Geto! You and Ieiri, come with me now!" Utahime ran to the center of the plane. Suguru and Shoko moved and followed her.

"Shouldn't we be running to the hanger door to get out?" Suguru asked.

"No. After I buff you, you will, so we can have a safe landing. Just wait one second, so I can give us some breathing room." Utahime said, and more and more Cursed Spirit started appearing more frequently around the plane, making everyone now aware of them. "Bonds of Fate. Satisfaction. Samsara. Liberation. Return." She cast her Technique using the full chant, as Positive Energy exploded out of her. "Cursed Technique Reversal - Maximum Cursed Energy Output: Gathering Hallowed Belt!"

Utahime cried out, and a sphere burst out from her as the epicenter, enveloping the whole plan. 76 meters in radius.

The whole plane was covered. Some Cursed Spirits that were close by, or hand held onto the plane were instantly evaporated.

"Woah, so that's the Purification Miko." One of the many Sorcerers muttered in awe as he looked outside to the window to see many Cursed Spirits that came close instantly disperse into nothing.

"Someone tell the pilot to open the damn cargo door already! Geto, you ready?" Utahime ordered, before looking at Suguru.

"Ready." Suguru said seriously, seeing as now it was time for combat. The mission didn't wait for them, it already started. "Can you actually use both Cursed Technique and its Reversal-" Suguru started to ask.

Outside the plane, the Cursed Spirits that escaped Urasato and found their first victim in the sky, were wary of the positive energy sphere that suddenly appeared around it.

The plane's back cargo door then opened, and the sphere disappeared.

Cursed Spirit, cried out with glee and sadism as they acted on instinct and flew toward the open cargo door.

What greeted them was hundreds upon hundreds of tamed Cursed Spirits that once they left the cargo door exploded in size and power, before the giant eastern dragon flew out the plane.

The Rainbow Dragon grew in size till it matched the cargo plane and could wrap itself around it several times.

The newborn Cursed Spirits didn't have any time to comprehend what they saw, as the Dragon Cursed Spirit opened it's mouth and unleashed concentrated water cutting beams at them all.