A Grade 1 sorcerer.
The top combat force of the second tier in the jujutsu world.
Too bad, even among Grade 1 sorcerers, there were differences.
At this moment, Zenin Toji had already completely figured out Matsushita Daisuke’s limits.
‘Technique: Water Control.’
His ability development was pretty good.
Offense and defense in one, capable at both long and close range.
Taijutsu?
Complete trash.
A typical “technique dependency patient.” Without his technique, he was just a moving punching bag.
The logic was simple.
Like a squishy mage with no close combat ability getting hard-rushed by a tanky warrior.
Toji casually played with the bloodstained short blade “Little Demon Slayer” in his hand, his tone as casual as talking about the weather,
“If this is all you’ve got…”
“Then you can die now.”
Cold sweat poured from Matsushita Daisuke’s forehead, but he still frantically released cursed energy to maintain the water shield while continuing to talk back, “Heh… hehehe… from start to finish, you only used physical skills.
Not a trace of cursed energy…”
“You’re not actually… some useless trash with no cursed energy, are you?”
Toji smiled.
He admitted it openly.
“Heavenly Restriction.”
“A second-rate clan head like you should’ve heard of it.”
[Revealing Heavenly Restriction can achieve the same effect as revealing one’s technique, and can also strengthen oneself.]
Matsushita Daisuke froze for a moment, then a mocking grin appeared on his face, “Hahahaha!
A monkey with no cursed energy dares to assassinate me?!”
“I’m a Grade 1 sorcerer!
You think your inborn defect can compare to my cursed energy?!”
“You talk too much.”
Toji couldn’t be bothered listening to him yap anymore.
His figure flashed.
Matsushita Daisuke’s pupils shrank sharply.
He couldn’t see him at all.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The water shields around his body shook violently, huge holes blasted open one after another from the punches.
He desperately tried to counterattack, but the cursed-energy water streams couldn’t touch even a trace of the afterimage.
BOOM!!!
The ground cracked apart.
Matsushita Daisuke’s face was pinned down by a huge hand, his entire head smashed into the broken floor.
His abdomen had already been pierced by “Little Demon Slayer,” pinning him to the ground.
His cursed energy scattered in chaos.
With his abdomen heavily injured, he couldn’t gather cursed energy to stop the damage.
Toji gave him no chance to react.
The blade twisted, it stabbed straight in through the temple.
The blade was pulled out.
He stood up…
blood slowly spread out.
Toji looked down at the fading eyes of this “Grade 1 sorcerer” and spoke calmly, “So what if you have cursed energy?”
“You’re just… a monkey with cursed energy.”
Matsushita Daisuke was strong.
Too bad, he ran into Zenin Toji.
There was nothing he could do about that.
“Time to check on that brat.”
Toji carried his blade and leapt several times, arriving at the outer “battlefield.”
It was a complete mess.
Several corpses lay on the ground.
And that small figure was still fighting the remaining people.
The moment Toji appeared, the remaining Matsushita clan members all froze.
“Y-you… why are you here?!”
Toji answered casually, “Dead.”
The moment Yukio saw Toji, he immediately broke away and retreated to his side, breathing slightly hard.
“Bro, what now?”
He glanced at the trembling people, while a few others had already fled far away during the chaos.
“Should we… kill them all?”
Toji swept his eyes over the battlefield.
Some had run, some were collapsed.
None of them were much of a threat anymore.
He scooped Yukio up with one hand, tucking him under his arm like a chick.
“No need.”
“The mission was only to kill Matsushita Daisuke.”
“Let’s go.”
“Time to collect the money.”
In the night, Toji carried Yukio as they moved rapidly through the darkness, the firelight and chaos growing farther behind them.
Lying on his shoulder, Yukio asked curiously, “Bro, that Grade 1 sorcerer… was that weak?”
“You killed him so fast?”
The corner of Toji’s mouth lifted slightly.
Rarely, a trace of pride appeared.
“Don’t underestimate Heavenly Restriction.”
“You’ll be able to do it too someday.”
Then, awkwardly, he gave a compliment, “You did alright too.”
“I thought you’d puke.”
It was fine until he mentioned puking.
The instant he said the word, those scenes immediately flashed through Yukio’s mind.
Red blood, yellow fat, white brain matter…
His stomach churned violently.
“Blegh!!!”
He suddenly turned his head and threw up into the air beside him.
Thankfully, he didn’t puke on Toji.
Otherwise, there definitely would’ve been a beating tonight.
Toji disgustedly put him down on the ground.
“Run yourself.”
Yukio wiped his mouth.
His little face was pale, but he still talked tough, “Hmph… I-it’s not that I can’t handle it!”
“My stomach just… feels bad!”
Toji glanced at him.
‘A Heavenly Restriction user telling me his stomach feels bad?’
‘Whatever.’
Everyone had their first time.
At that age, being able to kill someone in such a bloody scene and not throw up immediately was already this level.
(thumbs up)
[The Furui Residence]
Furui Ryunosuke sat in the main seat.
Seeing the two return so quickly, he sneered.
“What?
Couldn’t finish it?”
“If you couldn’t do it, you should’ve said so earlier so I could find someone else.”
Toji dug at his ear and interrupted him.
“You should’ve sent people to secretly observe, right?”
“What, they haven’t come back to report yet?”
“Or…”
His eyes turned cold.
“You planning to skip the payment?”
Furui Ryunosuke’s heart skipped a beat.
‘This brat… is this confident?’
The moment Yukio heard the words “skip payment,” he immediately poked his head out from behind Toji, his little face turning serious, “Old man, you better think carefully.”
“Otherwise my brother will twist your head off and use it like a ball!”
Furui Ryunosuke’s face darkened.
Just as he was about to get angry…
Swish!
A short blade was already silently pressed against his neck.
At some point, Toji had appeared right in front of him.
His tone was lazy.
“This matter can’t be hidden by their clan.”
“You can wait for confirmation before paying.”
“But don’t get any funny ideas.”
Furui Ryunosuke swallowed hard as cold sweat rolled down.
“L-let’s talk properly.
Take the knife away first.”
Toji withdrew the blade.
Together with Yukio, they casually sat down like they were in their own house and picked up the tea on the table to drink.
The bodyguards nearby glared furiously, but nobody dared move.
Furui Ryunosuke’s face was ugly, but he could only hold it in.
Luckily, he didn’t wait long.
Hurried footsteps approached from far away.
A scout covered in sweat rushed in and whispered a few words into Furui Ryunosuke’s ear.
His expression changed from anger, to shock, to… fear.
He suddenly looked toward Toji.
‘That man… was really just a “useless person” without cursed energy?’
A Grade 1 sorcerer had been so completely helpless against him?
Toji noticed his gaze and smiled slightly.
“Well?
Confirmed?”
“The money, cash or bank transfer?”
Furui Ryunosuke gritted his teeth.
His heart was bleeding.
‘Fifty million!’
‘Plus a Grade 1 cursed tool… suddenly this deal feels like a loss!’
But he didn’t dare say anything out loud.
This man was someone he couldn’t afford to provoke.
Still, there was something in the Matsushita clan worth more than fifty million and a cursed tool.
That was what he really wanted.
“…Bank transfer.”
“The cursed tool will take some time to arrange.”
Toji waved his hand, completely unconcerned.
“Fine.
Transfer the money first.”
“When the cursed tool arrives, have Kong Shiyu contact me.”
Not long after, Toji’s phone vibrated.
He glanced at it, the corner of his mouth rising.
Fifty million had arrived.
He stood up and patted Yukio’s head.
“Let’s go.”
Yukio grinned and hurried after him with his short little legs moving fast.
“We’re rich, we’re rich!”
“Bro, we’re rich!”
“I’m gonna achieve fruit freedom!
Watermelon freedom!
Vegetable freedom!”
Toji smiled helplessly and rubbed his head again.
“Look at that tiny ambition of yours.”
“You can eat as much as you want.”
One big and one small figure disappeared into the night.
Behind them, Furui Ryunosuke slumped into his chair, silent for a long time.
‘That man…’
‘Was he really just a “useless person without cursed energy”?’