wasteland, baby! [fushiguro megumi]

10: cursed womb

july 2018

eishu detention centre, west tokyo city

above the stadium

special grade imaginary cursed spirit, name unidentified

several non sorcerers witnessed the cursed womb

in response to this emergency, four first year students were dispatched

one death reported.

third person pov

"our window confirmed the cursed womb's existence about three hours ago. when the evacuation guide was at 90%, we closed the faculty after evaluating the scene." ijichi briefed the first years as they arrived at the scene, an overcast sky with slight drizzle set the grim tone for the first years. "at the inmates' second dorm, five patients were left there with the cursed womb. if the cursed womb can metamorphose, we predict that it will become a special grade cursed spirit."

'special grade!' keiko, megumi, kugisaki sweat-dropped.

"hey, i still don't get all this special grade stuff." itadori admitted cluelessly, making the other three deadpan beyond belief.

while ijichi proceeded to explain to the pink haired boy about the hierarchy of curse grades and whatnot, megumi had also added that usually sorcerers of an equal level to the cursed spirits are assigned to the respective missions and that in today's case the mission would've been assigned to someone like gojo.

"oh, so where is gojo sensei?" the salmonette curiously glanced around.

"he's on a business trip."

"huh?"

"in the first place, someone of his calibre wasn't supposed to be wasting time in a high school."

"unfortunately, we're always understaffed in this line of business." ijichi stepped in, "sorcerers often have to manage tasks way beyond their capabilities. however, this is an emergency case, fighting is strictly forbidden. if you encounter a special grade cursed spirit, you are only to escape or die."

his words sent shivers down the sorcerers' spines as he gestured to the semi-grade one redhead, "it's the only reason ieri and gojo gave mizuki the green light to tag along in this mission."

it had only been a week since the shinjuku mission where keiko was knocked out cold for almost three days after consuming every last bit of her cursed energy. her classmates were hesitant on letting her join them for this mission after seeing her pale, lifeless body in bed for three painful days, but eventually gave in after an incessant amount of persuasion by the redhead herself.

"don't forget that your mission is to confirm and rescue any survivors." ijichi reminded the first years again before a distressed voice from the corner interrupted him.

a middle aged woman, with eyebags and slight wrinkles creased on her weary face, was calling out to the group, her questions laced with worry about her son's status.

"is my son ... tadashi, alright?" she cried as she was held back by the security guarding the area.

"she's one of the victims' guardians." ijichi explained as he stepped forward, "please go back. it's suspected that someone has spread poison throughout the facility, no further information can be disclosed for the time being."