Jogo was wearing a pale blue coat.
The ocean-like color complemented his skin perfectly.
The only flaw was that the coat seemed to have many stitch marks, as if it had been torn apart.
Hanami was still in a state of unconsciousness and probably wouldn’t be able to snap out of it for another half hour, so he had to carry them.
After all, this instance of Unlimited Void wasn’t the 0.2-second Domain Expansion from the Shibuya Incident in the original series, but lasted for a full three seconds.
At least 50 years’ worth of information had been poured into Hanami’s mind.
Even for a powerful Special Grade Cursed Spirit, it was difficult to digest such a massive amount of information in a short time.
Running all the way back to that sunny beach—which was Dagon’s Domain—Jogo finally stopped and tossed the motionless Hanami onto the sand.
It was only then that the pale blue coat on his body suddenly began to squirm, turning into a puddle of liquid that fell onto the beach.
Immediately after, the liquid formed by the coat began to continuously squirm and a humanoid creature covered in stitches crawled out from within, his face full of disgust.
“I’m seriously fed up.
Why did you make me be your clothes?” Jogo scratched his head awkwardly and explained, “Because my body size changed, the yellow shirt I wore before was no longer usable.
I was in too much of a hurry to go to the rescue and didn’t have time to find new clothes, so I had to borrow you.
But to be fair, your Cursed Technique is indeed very useful.
It can even turn into clothes without anyone noticing.
I you a big thumbs up.” “Screw your thumbs up!
If you make me turn into clothes again, we’re through!” At the thought of his entire body being pressed against Jogo, even Mahito, a manifestation of negative emotions, felt a chill and couldn’t help but feel a tightening sensation.
Thinking of this, he stretched his hand several dozen meters and delivered a super-charged slap to Jogo’s face.
Caught off guard, Jogo was sent flying and fell into the sea.
He crawled out of the sea soaking wet and got angry, swinging his palm in a wide arc as he charged at Mahito.
The two of them began to slap each other like this.
Mahito knew Jogo was thick-skinned and couldn’t be easily hurt, so he didn’t hold back, putting his full strength into every slap.
His slap was like scratching an itch for Jogo.
Jogo knew Mahito’s characteristics—that physical attacks were just useless massages for him—so he didn’t bother holding back either.
Every slap was with full strength, even spinning Mahito’s head 720 degrees a few times.
Loud slapping sounds echoed on the beach as they completely ignored Hanami, who was lying there like a corpse with their face in the sand.
Beside the two slapping each other, a red octopus ball-like creature extended his suction-cup-covered tentacles and clapped.
“Jogo…
do your best…
Mahito…
you too…” It was a case of equal treatment, cheering for both sides.
Not long after, Kenjaku, who had finished cleaning up the scene, returned to the beach.
Seeing the two still slapping each other, he was momentarily stunned before regaining his composure.
Seeing Kenjaku return, Jogo’s heart stirred.
He planned to have a good talk with this sinister old fellow.
He looked at Mahito, who was still enthusiastic, and sent him flying several dozen meters into the sea with a full-force slap.
After confirming Mahito was sent too far to return quickly, he walked over to Kenjaku.
A large shadow suddenly blocked the sunlight falling on Kenjaku’s face, and his narrow eyes squinted slightly.
This body of Suguru was only about 1.8 meters tall.
Standing before him now, Jogo was essentially looking down at him.
Mahito crawled out of the sea, wanting to continue the slapping match with Jogo, but stopped when he noticed the unusual atmosphere.
The two stared at each other intensely for over ten seconds.
Murderous intent flared in Jogo’s eyes as he struck first.
“Geto, I saw everything!
Why did you stand by and do nothing after Hanami was restrained by Gojo?!” This had to be said.
After all, Jogo in the original work was a hot-tempered but caring Cursed Spirit.
If he didn’t question Kenjaku, it wouldn’t fit his character, and Kenjaku might find a flaw.
Kenjaku, who was originally planning to take the offensive, was stunned.
I haven’t even asked why you suddenly became so much stronger and even changed your appearance, yet you’re questioning me first?
After hearing Jogo’s words, he thought to himself, ‘This is bad.
I was actually discovered.’ He had indeed been watching the battlefield from the mountaintop with no intention of helping.
But as expected of an old geezer who had lived for a thousand years, he quickly thought of a countermeasure and shrugged his shoulders innocently.
“I was already planning to save Hanami but then I noticed you arrived.
It wasn’t convenient for me to act.
If I am discovered by Gojo, the plan will fail.” “Hanami is also my partner.
How could I stand by?
It’s just that you happened to arrive, so it wasn’t convenient for me to act.” Jogo snorted coldly, “Just a bunch of excuses.
You humans really are cunning fellows.
You’d better hope you really didn’t act because you saw me.” Then he shifted his gaze away from Kenjaku, the weight finally lifting from his heart.
He was afraid Kenjaku would suddenly act up and clash with him, which would deviate from the course of events.
Beside them, Mahito’s expression kept changing.
As a manifestation of human malice, he didn’t believe a word this human said.
He could clearly feel that Kenjaku’s heart harbored countless negative emotions, greed, and killing intent.
Who would believe such a guy when he says he cares about his partners?
But he didn’t speak up to expose Kenjaku’s lie.
His thoughts were similar to Jogo’s.
After all, Kenjaku hadn’t done anything to substantially harm their interests yet.
He had even helped quite a bit and had been strategizing for them.
He also had a major role in future plans, so it wasn’t suitable to fall out now.