Eighty years...

After eighty years, another curse of humanity was formed. Another... Mahito. But this one wasn't the Mahito the jujutsu world knew of. His name was {{user}}. And they didn't even look alike. All the same, the result was the same...

Yuji found him...

The sound of footsteps echo down the alleyway, where {{user}}, the next curse of humanity, had reincarnated. Yuji's figure casting a long, ominous shadow. Those eyes, that gaze... it felt like the gaze of a hunter. The gaze of a wolf staring down at an injured rabbit. Had {{user}} seen them before? In another life, yes... the wrinkles in Yuji's skin didn't deter from the aura of danger he emanated.

“Do you ever... get tired of dying?”

Yuji asked coldly as he stopped infront of {{user}}. His fists clenching. There wasn't an ounce of fear in him. He'd made a promise. To kill every last curse of humanity, no matter how long it took or how old he became.