Fushiguro Toji had no objections to the cult.
As a self-abandoned adult, he had already completely given up on dignity, and he had no morals at all; he had gotten his hands dirty with all kinds of filthy, low-down things.
Coming to the Bansho Kyoraku Cult was only on a whim, to see what this so-called “divine child” was really made of. It was the Bansho Cult’s own business if they were one step behind in skills; just like not going to trouble the casino after losing money at horse racing, Fushiguro Toji was not about to take revenge for his employer.
Taking on a new job was also just going with the flow.
Even if this “divine child”, only one year older than his son, wanted him to be a human driver, Fushiguro Toji did not care.
Take the money and do the job, do whatever, he was just a terrible adult with no bottom line.
But when dealing with the Sakurai family, he seemed unable to stay as unruffled as before.
For Fushiguro Toji, the Sakurai family was truly a strange family.
“Good morning, Dad, Mom, good morning, Yuta.” In the morning, the divine child led a lanky man with a lazy expression into the living room and said seriously, “This is Fushiguro Toji. He’s our family’s protector, and from now on we’ll be living together, okay.”
“Ara, what an excellent young man~” Mom set the breakfast on the table, accepted her 4-year-old daughter’s arrangement with not a single question, and smiled with her hands on her cheeks, as warm as spring breeze. “Come eat breakfast with us, Toji-kun~”
Dad put down the newspaper in his hands, and the look in his eyes when he stared at Fushiguro Toji turned sharp.
What the hell, this wasn’t the aura of an ordinary person at all.
The employer’s old man, give me some face… for now, I’ll just cut him twice.
Having immersed himself in both the underworld and the clean world for many years, Fushiguro Toji thought this lazily, preparing to casually pick up the fruit knife beside him to get through it, when he saw Sakurai Dad, shrouded in a dark aura, raise one finger and say with a stern face, “Let’s be clear first, Toji-kun. Do whatever you want if it’s to make Sora-chan happy, but you’re not allowed to come near my wife, or watch out for your retirement money.”
The poised sorcerer killer: …
Why did this scene feel strangely familiar…
He glanced at the divine child, who was hugging a bottle of strawberry milk and drinking with great enjoyment.
…Oh, yesterday when that brat was teasing him, she looked exactly like this too.
The divine child tugged at the killer’s pants leg and ran toward the dining room. Fushiguro Toji followed her lead nonchalantly to the dining table. The kid spent a lot of effort pulling out a chair for him. “Toji, sit here!”
Fushiguro Toji glanced at her, pulled out a chair that was on one side and next to no one, and sat down by himself.
The player stared at him in disbelief.
Fushiguro Toji curved the corner of his mouth a little, with no emotion.
…This is provocation!
Just a mere power 35…!
…Power 35…!!
…Damn it!
“Damn that blasted gorilla… one day I’ll have Xiaojin-chan punch you to pieces… Hiro… get them all…!”
The player goddess had already forgotten the thought she had last night when she handed over the black card and wanted Toji to have Xiaojin-chan punch him to pieces, and climbed up to her seat while muttering under her breath like a grumbling cat.
The vile Fushiguro Toji was watching the divine child’s helpless rage with great interest when a plate of exquisite breakfast was suddenly placed in front of him.
Bacon fried to a slight crisp, golden fried egg, warm milk.
In front of him was the Sakurai mom’s spring-breeze gentle smile. “Toji-kun, I’m sorry I couldn’t prepare breakfast together with everyone in advance. I only had time to make something simple… Tomorrow Mom will make you something even more sumptuous~”
…He was being treated the way one treats a child.
And the other party was a woman his own age.
This was the first time in every sense…
“…” Fushiguro Toji lifted his head. Somewhere Sakurai Mom could not see, Sakurai Dad was staring at him with a death glare.
“…Ah, thanks.”
His daughter, four years old, had bought an unfamiliar adult man home.
His mom was unbelievably thick-minded.
His dad, who completely failed to notice anything wrong and was only busy jealously competing for favor.
And that brat who had been ignoring him completely from the start and was a huge troublemaker.
Fushiguro Toji held the milk cup and silently watched Okkotsu Yuta out of the corner of his eye.
The somewhat introverted boy had clearly already noticed his scrutiny, but he did not spare him even a sliver of attention, as if his whole body and soul had been occupied by the girl beside him.
He was holding a handkerchief, carefully wiping the girl’s mouth.
Even though he wore a shy smile, the thick, black as ink cursed energy was spreading out without restraint, winding around the girl in a highly possessive manner, and then being swallowed little by little by the divine child.
It was practically cursing the other party without even realizing it.
This family, just what kind of weirdos were they…
The Sakurai family’s new member, the sorcerer killer and host club top host, completely oblivious, let out a sigh.
…
After breakfast, Sakurai Sora put on her little yellow hat, Okkotsu Yuta carried both of their schoolbags on his back, and the two children held hands, ready to go to kindergarten.
“Can Toji take me and Yuta to school?”
Sakurai Sora, the capitalist family head who did not want to waste expensive labor, raised her head and seriously tried to get the nameless pretty boy to be her human driver.
Kept men should have a bit of self-awareness, okay!
Didn’t he see the sugar daddy was already getting ready to go to kindergarten? Hurry up and offer your shoulder, and become the divine child’s transportation!
That was the player’s inner voice, which if heard by the police would result in the guardian being arrested on the spot.
“You want me to be a nanny?” Fushiguro Toji stood up lazily from the sofa, the muscles on his back moving as he did. “Well, it’s boring anyway. I’ll give you a ride on the way before I go betting on horse races.”
He walked to the door, put one hand on his hip, and sized up the two little beans. “So, what kind of pose do you want?”
Okkotsu Yuta: …
Sakurai Sora: …
Sakurai Dad: reached for a knife.
It seemed that only after the words left his mouth did he realize there was something not quite right about them. Under Sakurai Dad’s death stare, he clicked his tongue. “Anyway… let’s be clear first, I don’t hold men, and kids don’t count either.”
“I can be hugged or carried on your back, either is fine~” Sakurai Sora pretended she had understood nothing, and looked up at the filthy adult with innocent eyes. “…But Toji,”
“Is it really okay to touch me?”
Fushiguro Toji raised an eyebrow, hearing the seriousness in her words. “…What do you mean?”
His counterquestion seemed to instead plunge the divine child into confusion.
“You didn’t feel it?”
A person who was almost submerged by negative emotions should have been affected even if they didn’t touch her…
“Making physical contact with me will make people feel happy, that’s my ability.” Sakurai Sora frowned a little in annoyance. “Although I don’t think it brings any harm, this kind of thing still has to respect the other person’s wishes. Somehow I feel like, if it’s Toji, he wouldn’t want to touch me.”
“Feel happy?” The sorcerer killer clearly did not take that sentence very seriously. He merely lifted an interested eyebrow. “How happy?”
…Although he didn’t say anything over the line, looking at that meaningful expression, it somehow felt like this scumbag was definitely thinking about something disgusting.
“…Toji is lecherous.” The player showed a look of disgust.
“Hmph.” Fushiguro Toji had no intention of defending himself at all. He really was just a piece of trash. “If you can’t explain it clearly, why not just try it and see.”
“Do you really want to?” The divine child hesitated for a moment, but still held out her hand to him. “Then, try holding my hand.”
Fushiguro Toji looked down.
The girl’s hand was very small, and it looked very ordinary too. Her small hand, with no cursed energy, was weak and utterly without threat, as if it would snap with just a light squeeze.
He said nothing, stretched out his hand, and readily took hers. In the second before their skin touched, a certain inexplicable fear seemed to flash briefly in his heart. Before he could even make sense of it, he touched the divine child’s hand.
The next second, Fushiguro Toji jerked his hand back as if burned. Like someone suffering immense and terrifying pain, he actually staggered back a few steps.
“…What was that?” For the first time, he revealed killing intent. “What the hell are you… exactly?!”
The moment their skin touched, a warm current flowed into the hollow heart, as if it wanted to break apart all his madness, darkness, and bones of self-exile one by one, leaving only happy, warm, dizzying things.
It wanted to turn him into a “positive” Toji.
Touch again.
No…
Touch me again… let me touch you again…
I want…
Again… I want…
Kill her.
Unable to accept it.
In this world, he had never been respected, and even if someone had once truly loved him, that person had already left forever. Someone like Fushiguro Toji had already chosen his own way of surviving.
He did not respect others, and he did not respect himself.
Him like this, himself like this, absolutely could not accept it…
Put down the pain, put down the darkness, put down the madness, and become a “positive” self.
A creaking sound rang out, and only then did Fushiguro Toji realize that the hand holding the inverted spear of heaven at some point had actually started trembling.
The divine child of the Bansho Kyoraku Cult.
“Bansho Kyoraku, Bansho Kyoraku… so that’s how it is… this is ‘Bansho Kyoraku’…” Fushiguro Toji looked at his trembling hand, only feeling that even the madness that had once been like his second self was hard to summon anymore, or perhaps he had already fallen into another kind of madness. “Divine child… is this your world?”
“This is really… a huge surprise to me…”
“…I’m sorry, Toji.”
Facing the sorcerer killer who was almost in a frenzy, the young divine child looked very calm. She tightly held the boy, whose whole body had gone rigid under the killing intent, and the look she gave Fushiguro Toji could even be called gentle.
“I should have explained things to you more carefully. Don’t worry, this feeling isn’t permanent.”
The hand holding the knife tightened, and the hound, as if ready to reap a life at any moment, lifted his head and stared at her for a while with eyes as if looking at some kind of aberration.
“…No matter what, don’t touch me.” Fushiguro Toji lowered his head and said to another monster in this world with zero cursed energy, “Remember that, Sakurai Sora.”
It was not to the divine child, nor to another divine child, but only to the existence called Sakurai Sora that he issued this warning.
Every single ‘Fushiguro Toji’ in his mind that shouted for him to touch her again was killed one by one.
He would not allow his emotions to be dissolved by someone else.
The Fushiguro Toji in the mud was the real him.
Author’s note: Toji is a self-exiled person. The current him would absolutely not let Sora touch him, and he would also not expose Megumi’s existence.
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