Namimori Technical College

                         

Nanimori Technical college was a large and elaborate jujutsu location. Though they too had a lower number of students, they housed a lot of records and information here. This school's primary focus was the studying and capture of curses and as such they allowed Tokyo Technical release a curse on their grounds for the purpose of the Exams. The only one present was the current generation of the Suzaku clan, Kogane. He began his trek through the beautiful campus beginning in the classrooms. They were large and elaborate, but empty and devoid of the spirit. Next was the bathrooms which were attached to the dormitories. These too were empty. The principals office was certainly untouched, the memorabilia of countless academic awards and family photo's were left entirely untouched.

In the next instance, Kogane decided upon himself to check the gym. Believing it to be the next most likely place to search. In order to reach the gym, one had to travel the long pink walkway surrounded by sakura trees. This location has a similar layout to the one at the Senju Park. Though there were no benches and the pink contrasted much more elegantly than that of the green. Well...that depended on the individual. Along his pathway, that's when things would change. There was a rustle in the tree's nearby. A sudden shift in atmosphere would likely put the potential sorcerer on notice.

The curse burst forth from the canopy, it's Halberd raised into the air. In around 2 seconds it would crash down upon him, attempting to crush his head inward. The spikes present on this weapon were more than capable of piercing unguarded flesh. This curses small arms & legs granted Kogane some key information. This curse lacked reach without it's weapon. It was likely this entity lacked any hand to hand proficiency of any kind. It may have very well been just a weapons expert but it was safe to not make the full call just yet. And what of that tail like appendage behind it?  It was confident, or stupid enough to attack openly, without warning but without gimmick either. The ball was now in Kogane's court. Because he was fighting alone  all he had to do was survive order to pass. Was he really okay with that? What would give him the best impression moving forward? Certainly not death.

                         

The surprise attack enacted by this stray curse was met with an equal reaction by Kamiki. An upward swing countered by the hilt of an unsheathed blade. In reality the curse had no way of knowing what this object was, nor did it have the mental faculties to care. It struck with violent intent. His handling of this spectral blade aligned downward. The clash causing a eruption of sparks and violent cursed energy. Their physical strength pushed and pulled against one another. Because cursed energy counters cursed energy, the nature of this special blade would see gradual degradation of the curses weapon if it maintained too much contact at once. It took only a moment for the curse to realize this. The Curse draws its weapon back a few inches. Using its tail like appendage to backspace, it counters his clockwise rotation with its own, clashing its weapon against the fiery sword. A ripple of violent sound erects in all directions, scaring off any remaining wild life. Such a powerful attack would cause the curse to slide along the ground, giving an approximate nine feet of space. left in its path was a trail of dust.

Its weapon was now scraped and burned up. Large gashes of molten metal oozed off the edge. Its Halberd has seen better days and the anger on its face was clear as the blue sky above. Its strange body began to flash a ghastly color, cursed energy covering its entire form. The tail limb lowers it’s small body. Grasping the halberd right in its grip, it turns it backward, the elongated spear like end pointing forward toward the Suzaku. Behind, the fractured hammer of the halberd aimed upward toward the air. It utilizes its full strength to propel forward shattering the stone beneath it. It’s head takes center stage, elongated spikes protrude outward offering further threat. What was to occur suddenly became a bit more confusing. Would he impale the Suzaku with the helmet? Would it use the Halbard? It was possible that the halberd’s positioning was a countermeasure for a likely dodge. Despite the power of his Cursed tool, there was no telling if Kamiki could strike this curse down in a single flash. It did not know it, but the scarlet flash used before was a high level technique that also was taxing. But whether or not the human was exhausted mattered very little to a primitive curse like this. Despite its skill it was obvious, this creature acted on emotion and childish rage. The was little sophisticated about it. Still…it was confident enough to attack head on with such a suicidal approach. A ghastly screech escaped its mouth.
KREEKREKREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

There was no way to know for sure the outcome of the next few seconds. A swift breeze rushed through the trees around them. The canopy rustles like a wave of pink, petals of sakura hovered just in place and time itself stood still. The curse B-lined toward Kamiki with deadly speed. Simply dodging left and right may not have been enough to end things definitively. At least, that was what would be deduced by anyone with even a little sense.

Majin's Car comes to a halt beside the proctor Tatsumaru Murasaki. He was easy to make out with his well-tailored suit. That and the fact he was the only person there. He greets them both his a smile. Majin pops the trunk as Hajime steps out of the car. He motions behind the vehicle and takes his prized possession out, draping it over his shoulder. From inside, Majin calls out to him.

"Gon head Haji san. I'll catch up in a minute. Plus I wanna change."

Haji slams the trunk and jogs off on his own, disappearing into the depths of the campus. In just a handful of breaths, the parking lot was far behind him. It was his team's "Exam" after all. Majin has no place there. Hajime had decided he would help the new guy out. It couldn't hurt. Could it? Swaths of Pink closed in around him wherever he went, enclosing him the further into the campus he went. He followed the familiar sound of weapons clashing. The disturbed wildlife was the best sign he could have asked for.
"That must be him" he uttered aloud. As he got closer he picked up the pace, the sound of his feet accelerated against the asphalt below. The presence of cursed energy grew within his mind's eye, attracting him. He opts then to shorten the time by cutting through the tree line. His legs flex and bend allowing a leap onto the larger tree branches. His feet made contact One leap then two allows him to propel himself just beyond the tree line, His form breaking through a break in the trees. A storm of sakura pedals take to the air.
Cursed energy emanates from the mops bristles, rocketing him upward. Higher and higher he flew; eventually becoming lost in the brightness of the sun's light. From several meters up he could see the entire campus, honing in on the battle developing between his new teammate and this fodder curse. It had been in the act of gathering a large amount of cursed energy. The curse altered and lowered its stance. Right away Hajime formulated the next few moments in his head. He could see things play out given the position, the type of object in Kamiki's hand. In response, he adds weight and falls forward. This act sends his mops cascading down toward the ground. Gradually his velocity increased as he fell. The presence of his cursed energy gradually became more real for both curse and sorcerer.

"Kamiki!!!!!!" Like a growing lion his roar escapes him, bombarding the ears of any below him. He desperately hoped he could hear him. He was glad he had remembered his name.
"STAND FIRM AND READY YOUR BLADE!  YOU'RE GOING TO FINISH IT."

With the dexterity of a master surfer, Hajime adjusts his weight toward the front handle of his mop. Taking command of his center of gravity he enacts a single flip. This maneuver however flashy or dangerous would serve two purposes. The first was to alter his momentum. The second reason allowed him to take the mop in hand, driving it downward with all his might. He attempted to trap the curse's extra appendage, stopping it in its tracks just feet from Kamiki. His timing could not have been any better. This would give the young sorcerer Kamiki the spacing and time needed to deliver another of those slashes he had used the first time.  Hajime did not know it, all he could do was give the boy his opening and observe his reaction from the front row. To put him to the test.  Whatever he was capable of. He wanted to see it for himself. In truth, Hajime Ryu did not know what to expect of the boy. But if he could manage this assist. Without failure? Well...

Maybe...
Just maybe...

Things would finally change in Hajime's mind. Maybe then the help of others would mean something again. In other words, His faith in humanity would be restored. At least a little bit.

Thanks to the intervention of Hajime Ryu, there was an opening made. This opening was for Kamiki to show his stuff. With his powerful cursed tool, a second "Scarlet flash" splits the curse's skull in half. It's body drops to the ground and wriggles in pain, the molten cursed energy  eradicating it from existence. Moments after their win, Majin cruises up behind the two boys with a grin and announces their acceptances into Jujutsu Tokyo Tech. The sky sudden turns blood red and the ground shutters. All they can do is watch for that singular moment. Something had happened some distance away. And it was in no way good.  Rather than a bus, He offers Hajime, Kamiki & Tatsumaru a ride in his car. An entrance "rally" of sorts was to be held to commemorate their victory. The strange event that shook Tokyo would be the talk of their ride home. How strange it was. How the sky turned red. There were many questions and few answers.