Jujutsu Kaisen: Mystic Eyes of Death Perception

Chapter 15: Special Grade

Shiki POV

The walls twisted and curved unnaturally, spiraling upward into a black void that stretched endlessly above. The once pristine white corridors of the hospital were now marred with graffiti-like lines, intersecting in bizarre, chaotic patterns that seemed almost alive.

The air was heavy with an oppressive silence, save for the soft drip of blood from my katana, staining the floor beneath me.

I didn't know how long I'd been moving through this maze. Hours, maybe?

As I moved deeper, the situation grew more troublesome. I could feel it—the thick tension, the hidden malevolence lurking just ahead. My thoughts were interrupted by a sound I had become too familiar with—the shuffle of footsteps. But this time, it wasn't a lone body dragging itself toward me. It was a horde.

I tightened my grip on my sword, my fingers steady. I didn't wait for them to come to me. I moved first, dashing down the corridor toward them. My eyes, glowing with the cold blue hue, locked onto the lines crisscrossing their twisted bodies.

Slice.

A leg severed cleanly from its torso, crumpling to the ground.

Slash.

Another head rolled, its eyes still wide in that grotesque, empty stare.

Each strike was quick. My blade moved faster than their lifeless bodies could react, cutting through them effortlessly. The lines that made up their existence were so clear to me, so easy to erase.

Sever.

An arm hit the floor with a dull thud.

Crack.

A body split in two, collapsing into the ground.

It didn't take long. The fight was over before it had even begun. The corpses were nothing more than puppets, their movements ceasing as soon as I found their lines and cut them. I stood over the bodies for a moment, watching the lifeless forms piled around me before continuing forward.

The further I ventured into this place, the more absurd it became. Every door I encountered was locked. Some I sliced through without a second thought, only to reveal more empty corridors, more dead ends.

After what felt like an eternity, I reached another dead end. I could the faintest of lines on the surface of the wall. With a simple swing, I opened a new path and stepped into a vast, empty space.

From above, I saw it. A massive figure. A cursed spirit.

It was huge, far larger than anything I had encountered before. Its body twisted and pulsed, barely contained by the room. And yet, it reminded me of something. I had seen something similar before, back when I first woke up in that hospital, months ago.

"That must be the special grade," I muttered to myself, my grip tightening around my sword as I studied the creature below.

The lines... so many of them, crisscrossing its massive body.

I leaped down from my vantage point. The fall took several seconds—this space was larger than I had anticipated. Even before I hit the ground, I felt it. The cursed spirit's gaze was locked onto me. The moment I landed, it moved. The ground trembled slightly as it shifted, its massive frame casting a long, dark shadow over me.

Up close, the cursed spirit was even more imposing, but that didn't matter. Its size just made it a bigger target. I could see the lines on its body, and all I had to do was cut them.

I moved in, my sword ready to strike, measuring the spirit's strength. Even without cursed energy, I could feel the pressure it exerted. It was strong—dangerously strong. But I've faced worse.