Chapter 7 Idiots on Mission

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Trivia #7: Oozuchi Kozuchi (the kusarigama) is actually a very nitpicking weapon. Suguru suspects that it has a consciousness of its own (unconfirmed but true) and chooses its user based on a set criteria

P.S.: There's an important announcement at the end

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Without any sign of caution and casually playing around with the kusarigama, Kuma strolled around like she owned the place. Small Curses littered around, just as she expected. On top of being a hospital, the place was also abandoned. The negative energy pools around from both the grief and anger, the regrets of the dead, the fear of losing their cherished people, the paranoia from an abandoned site, not to mention the countless emotions she has yet to name mixed in. It was no wonder that a Special Grade Curse formed here.

Unwilling to bother with the small fry, she simply let her Curse Energy flare up exponentially without any care if it’ll run out. The trivial Curses were exorcised instantly, screeching as they attempted to run from who seemed to be walking hellfire from their viewpoint. Amanozako was practically thrumming in joy from the overwhelming energy her creator is exuding, basking in the show of power. And while this would chase the other Curses away, it was an irresistible lure for the strongest catch around. 

"F̸̦̫̬̯̭͎͂͜͝o̶͍͙͚̘̼̬̠̜͎͗̏̓̀͐͐͘ͅù̵͙͉̪̙̒̌n̸̛̖̝͔̳̱̼̬̗̆͘͝͠d̸̢̰̺̭͚͓͈̖̖͌͗̉͆̓͝ ̸̬͙͙̣͍͈̯̪͙̔̈́̓͛̏̉̽͋͝ÿ̵̡̦̦̲͖͍͓́̈́ơ̸̰̳̊͌͘ų̵͇͙̝̆̿̃́~̵̛̖̭̒̂́̈̈́̈́͝" A crazed grin spread on her glossy lips, befitting of a predatory glint that matched the sharpness of the sickle and her platinum orbs.

She could clearly sense the presence of the Special Grade Curse in her range, just around the corner and steadily working its way towards her. Perhaps "steadily" would be inaccurate considering the booming crashes of the wall as the Curse destroyed everything in its path to meet its new foe. Unfortunately for it, Kuma has never really been the one to wait patiently, has she?

Smirk only growing wilder with every passing second, she expertly poured an abundance of Curse Energy into the kusarigama. The chain elongated on her control, weight settling on the floor and increasingly heavier in response to her energy as it dented the concrete ground. A screech was heard as the Special Grade Curse approached. But it had no time to show its face before Kuma swung the chain with all her might, weight following suit and slamming to the Curse then crashing through the countless hospital walls. She ran after it with destruction and insanity in her wake, Curse Energy blaring with ferocious domination.

Skidding to a stop with a hand on her hips, Kuma stood still amidst the dust covering the area. A small frown was evident on her expression, irked at how the Curse went down so easily. "Don't tell me it's over already? It can't be that weak...can it?"

As if provoked by the mockery she showed, debris scattering everywhere as the Curse stood up in all its glory. Though from her perspective it was doing a terrible job to appear menacing even as it towered over her. Its appearance was that of a typical ghost one would see from a hospital horror movie, long frizzy hair dragging at the ground and a torn white gown looking awfully old. The only thing out of place was the large blue fireball floating on top of its head, a hitodama she supposed. Was it an accumulation of all the regrets from the dead and their cherished people?

Either way it doesn’t matter, all she has to do is defeat it and prove herself to make Satoru eat his own words. Her Curse Energy responded in kind to her will, playfully so as the chain became heavier in her hand and the blade of the kusarigama lighting up in Curse Energy. “Let’s play tag shall we? I’ll be it so run. Run for your life, little curse. Do amuse me a little before I finish you off, hm~?”

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