Curse: Red Blood Son

Kamo Shu thought for a moment and replied:

"I've heard you say before that it's because they can only have people who inherit their ancestors' techniques every few hundred years, while our Kamo family has people who inherit the Red Blood Technique every less than a hundred years."

"Although our top combat power is not as good as theirs, our overall strength is not inferior to theirs."

However, Kamo Masaki shook his head:

"I did think so before, but now I'm sure it's not."

He paused and continued:

"The secret is hidden in this black box."

Kamo Shu widened his eyes and looked at the black box in front of him, his heart full of expectation and curiosity.

The head of the Kamo family continued:

"When each generation of Kamo Masaaki inherits the position of head of the family, he will get a black box from the previous generation."

"Then, they need to collect the blood of the sorcerer and drip it into the red pupil on the black box."

He pointed to the red pupil on the black box and continued:

"But the heads of the families of all generations could not open this black box. They only knew a haiku - 'The black box contains all the curses. The blood lock of the curse power can be lowered, and the world inside is shaken.'"

Although the Kamo family can awaken the red blood manipulation technique every less than a hundred years, they all use the curse power to control their own blood and cannot turn the curse power into blood.

But according to what was passed down in the black box, it should be possible to turn the curse power into blood.

However, even if the curse power can be turned into blood, there is no weakness of excessive blood loss, but there is no means to compete with the six eyes and the magic hollow.

So the heads of the families of all generations guessed that the secret may be hidden in the black box, and only the clan members who can turn the curse power into blood can open it.

Thinking of this, Kamo Masaki seemed a little excited. He didn't expect that there would be a clan member who could turn cursed power into blood in his generation.

"Does that mean I should drop my blood into this red pupil now?"

Kamo Shu looked at the scarlet pupil on the black box and asked softly.

"I don't know how to open it, but it should be similar."

"Besides, this is designated to be passed on to the clan member who can turn cursed power into blood. Only you can know what's inside."

Kamo Masaki's voice echoed in the silent night, with a hint of solemnity and expectation.

Kamo Masaki asked Kamo Shu to take the black box back and find a hidden place to open it by himself, and the content did not need to be revealed to him.

He knew very well that in this world with many techniques, even he himself could not trust it sometimes, and he had to act cautiously.

Kamo Shu could feel Kamo Masaki's desire for the secret of the black box, but he was able to hold back his curiosity. This self-control made Kamo Shu look at Kamo Masaki with a new eye.

He nodded gently and left the hall holding the black box.

Passing through the winding corridor, Kamo Tree came to a secret room.

The moonlight fell on the black box through the skylight, and the scarlet pupils looked even more weird in the dark.

Kamo Tree looked at it, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He knew that this black box contained the secrets of the Kamo family, and perhaps also hidden powerful forces.

But he was still a little hesitant, after all, the contents of the black box were unknown.

What will happen after opening it? What kind of secrets are hidden inside? Can he withstand this power?

These questions lingered in his mind.

However, when he recalled the strength of Gojo Satoru and Sukuna, his hesitation disappeared.

He must become stronger to survive the future disaster. Judging from his current speed of strength improvement, he can only become a foil.

"It must be stronger."

He no longer hesitated, condensed the magic power, and turned into a drop of blood dripping on the red pupil on the black box.

As the blood dripped, a flame instantly burned in the red pupil.

The black box began to vibrate with a buzzing sound, and a strong breath emanated from it.

Kamoshu watched this scene nervously, his heart full of expectation and anxiety.

The black box was like a sleeping giant beast. After absorbing this drop of blood from Kamoshu, it was awakened after sleeping for a long time.

The spell seal on it began to rotate slowly, making a faint buzzing sound. The originally red eyeball seemed to be injected with new life, becoming deeper and deeper, as if it could swallow everything.

When it was red to the extreme, a strong smell of blood spread, which made people involuntarily think of the interweaving of life and death.

Suddenly, a dazzling blood line spurted out from the red pupil, so fast that people could not react.

Although Kamoshu reacted quickly, he still couldn't dodge and was instantly tightly entangled by the blood line.

The blood line seemed to have life, constantly wriggling, wrapping Kamoshu's entire body into a tight human-shaped blood cocoon.

Kamoshu could feel the warmth of the blood flowing on his skin, and an inexplicable fear rose in his heart.

Black BoxAfter releasing the blood line, Zi regained his calm.

The seal on it condensed again and formed its original appearance.

The eyeball formed by the seal was no longer red, but became slightly bloody, as if it had been squeezed dry and lost its former vitality.

The entire secret room fell into a dead silence, with only the blood cocoon wrapped around Kamo Tree slowly wriggling.

The wriggling sound was particularly clear in the silence, as if something was gestating, waiting for the moment to break out of the cocoon.

In Kamo Tree's perception, he seemed to have entered a world of red sea of ​​blood.

In the center of the sea where blood waves were surging, he embraced the origin and guarded the oneness, trying to stay awake to prevent his mind from being swallowed by the endless sea of ​​blood.

Surrounded by endless darkness and red, he was the only focus.

In his perception, countless light balls of various colors were devouring each other.

These light balls represent different techniques and powers. They collided and merged with each other in the sea of ​​blood, and finally only one was left.

This ball of light is no longer a single color, but countless colors change in succession, presenting a mysterious feeling.

When the blood sea returned to calm, Kamo Tree was still sitting cross-legged.

"Is this the new red blood technique that combines countless techniques?"

Kamo Tree felt the surging power in his body and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

He could feel that this power was stronger and more mysterious than before.

This is the real red blood technique, a truly powerful force.

Kamo Tree in the blood sea slowly opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently touched the colorful light ball floating above the blood sea.

The light ball emitted a soft light, as if responding to his touch.

In the real world outside the blood sea, there was silence in the secret room.

The black box lay quietly on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

However, the blood cocoon next to it suddenly made a crisp cracking sound, breaking the silence.

The cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and the blood cocoon gradually split open, revealing a pair of arms as white as jade.

Then, the entire blood cocoon seemed to have experienced a painful struggle, and finally completely split open, with fragments scattered all over the ground.

Among the fragments, a young man slowly stood up. It was the reborn Kamo Tree.