The abilities born from Cursed Tools are incredibly nurous; even the BUG-like Limitless Cursed Technique can be overshadowed by two Cursed Tools.
First, the Inverted Spear of Heaven in Toji Fushiguro's hand.
Second, the Black Rope that originated in the South African region.
The Inverted Spear of Heaven can forcibly nullify any active Cursed Technique touched by its blade, while the Black Rope's effect is even more potent, capable of disrupting Cursed Energy in the surrounding space, preventing nearby Jujutsu Sorcerers from properly activating their Cursed Techniques.
Of course, the Black Rope also has its drawbacks; it is more susceptible to damage than the Inverted Spear of Heaven, shortening with each use.
To create a Black Rope of normal length, a person skilled in its creation would need to dedicate decades of effort.
Even with such a flaw, the Black Rope remains an exceptionally powerful Cursed Tool. If Kenjaku were to get her hands on it, the consequences... well, she wouldn't be able to get it.
The shocked expression she had just shown vanished within a few seconds, replaced by Chinatsu's classic 'dead fish' face.
As a reincarnator who knew the plot, how could she not be aware of the Black Rope's existence? Guided by the principle of "Caution! Caution! And more caution!" Chinatsu had arranged for people to search for those who could create and wield the Black Rope in South Africa years ago.
Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the search team, by the end of last year, all existing Black Ropes in the world had been destroyed, and those who could create them were politely invited back to the country and settled in a secluded location.
Chinatsu certainly didn't want Kenjaku, wielding a Black Rope, to be present when she eventually faced a fully powered Ryon Sukuna with 20 fingers; that would truly be a major spoiler.
She gently patted her chest with one hand, breathing slowly while inwardly acknowledging her preparedness.
Then, Chinatsu's fingers rapidly tapped on her phone's keyboard, typing a ssage to i i.
Chinatsu: "Sorry, could I ask Sister i i to continue helping gather information on her? No need to follow her abroad, just notify when she returns to the country."
i i: "Of course, no problem, but this is a new commission, so you'll need to pay the commission fee again~"
Chinatsu: "Is ten million enough?"
i i: "Deal."
After a brief exchange of ssages, this new commission was set. Although the money hadn't yet been transferred to her account, i i wouldn't doubt that the Gojo Family's young lady would delay or default on a paynt.
It was worth noting that she had also paid ten million when she commissioned her to find Kenjaku previously, and the money was deposited into her account less than ten minutes after their communication. She was incredibly efficient.
On the other end of the phone, i i looked at the words "ten million" typed by Chinatsu on her phone screen. Her lips curved slightly upwards, then she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Her enchanting laugh caused passersby to turn their heads and look at the stunning woman. They could never understand how elated i i felt at that mont.
With this ten million, her personal savings would exceed one hundred million, a day worthy of being recorded in her life's history.
"Today I can go to a high-class hotel and treat myself well. Chinatsu, you really are my angel~" i i turned gracefully and left the area.
She was not at the airport, and in fact, was quite a distance from the airport where her surveillance target, Kenjaku, was located. i i's ability to monitor Kenjaku from such a distance was thanks to her Cursed Technique.
[Black Bird Manipulation]
With this Cursed Technique, she could share the vision of the crows she manipulated, thus gaining a very wide field of view.
Of course, rely having reconnaissance abilities is not enough to be a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer; combat skills are essential.
In this world, all living creatures possess Cursed Energy, the only difference being its strength. i i can forcibly remove the Cursed Energy limitations on crows, allowing them to sacrifice their lives in exchange for enhanced and released Cursed Energy, thereby launching suicidal attacks.
Her technique, nad "Kamikaze," can only be directly withstood without injury by Satoru Gojo, who possesses the Limitless Cursed Technique, but now Chinatsu must be added to that list.
The shared vision between i i and the crows was terminated, aning there was no longer a need for reconnaissance, as the target had already boarded the plane.
No matter how much a crow's Cursed Energy was enhanced, it couldn't keep up with the speed of a plane, let alone the fact that her Cursed Energy was insufficient for her to control crows across countries.
She rely manipulated a few crows to circle and wait near the airport; if Kenjaku were to appear at the airport again, the crows would imdiately relay this information back to i i.
Kenjaku, having boarded the plane, sat in a first-class seat. She rested her head on one hand, her eyes gazing out the window.
"The strange feeling is gone. Was soone really monitoring before? But who could it be? Is it Tengen...?" Kenjaku frowned slightly, her mind filled with confusion.
As a brain-swapping Jujutsu Sorcerer who had existed for millennia, constantly switching bodies while operating in secrecy, she truly couldn't fathom who else in this era, besides Tengen, who had lived as long as she had, would know of her existence.
Her objective for this trip was indeed the "Black Rope"; she had, of course, known about the existence of this Cursed Tool for a long ti.
However, she had not previously included the "Black Rope" in her plans, considering it not essential, even after learning that two Six Eyes Sorcerers had been born into the Gojo Family.
But as ti passed, she gradually realized that events were deviating further and further from her plan. The two Six Eyes Sorcerers of the Gojo Family had beco significant stumbling blocks to her grand sche.
If she didn't change her plan soon, her ticulously prepared sche might be violently overturned by the two of the Gojo Family, defeated by sheer force.
Thinking of this, Kenjaku couldn't help but let out a sigh. Her deanor was far from the strategic mastermind one would expect from a final villain; instead, she looked like a righteous sect leader tornted by a villain, full of worry and anxiety.
An ominous premonition slowly erged from her heart, even intensifying little by little as ti went on.
When she left the plane, she went directly to a sparsely populated tribe in South Africa, intending to take three or four Black Ropes from there. To her surprise, when she arrived at her destination, she froze, stunned.
What was once a small tribe, though sparsely populated, where one could at least see villagers working, had now beco a desolate wasteland.
A cool breeze gently caressed her cheeks, yet Kenjaku felt a burning, aching sensation on her face...
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