After returning home, Yukio played with and admired Golden Scale like a kid who had finally gotten the toy he wanted.
“Bro, then shouldn’t we hurry up and get you a weapon that suits you too?”
Toji thought Yukio felt bad about it, “It’s fine.
Carrying too many weapons around is inconvenient.
Right now, Little Demon Slayer is enough to make money with.”
“No rush.
Stuff like this depends on fate.
I haven’t found one I like yet.”
“You just happened to not have a suitable cursed tool either, and you’ll be entering Jujutsu High before long.
Being able to get a cursed tool you like this time can count as your good luck.”
Yukio grinned, “It’s fine to have more weapons.
I’ll just find you a cursed spirit that can store weapons.”
“I don’t really have that problem.”
As he spoke, Yukio casually stretched Golden Scale toward empty air beside him.
A black crack-like opening suddenly appeared in the air, and Golden Scale was stored inside.
Yukio called this ability Shadow Surface.
It could store nonliving objects inside.
Toji curled his lips.
“Your ability really is convenient.”
“Then I’ll leave finding that weapon-storage cursed spirit to you.”
“Your ability’s convenient anyway.
Once you get it ready, I can just use it directly.”
That part wasn’t a big deal.
The hard part was where to find one.
That kind of cursed spirit was probably some sort of spatial type.
But it shouldn’t be a problem.
They’d run into one eventually.
After saying that, Yukio went down to the remodeled underground training room to train.
Toji deliberately waited until Yukio finished training before coming downstairs.
Yukio drank juice while looking at him.
“I looked into the ruins stuff earlier and found a mission.”
“Northern Kyushu, near Fukuoka Prefecture.
I heard there’s a Grade 1 cursed spirit there.
The reward for this mission isn’t low.
Want to take it?”
Yukio tilted his head in confusion.
“Bro, don’t you usually like taking jobs to kill sorcerers?
Why suddenly take a Grade 1 cursed spirit mission?”
Toji grinned.
“Because they offered a reward that’s way too tempting.”
Yukio’s eyes practically turned into money signs and started shining.
“How much?”
Toji raised one finger and waved it.
Yukio widened his eyes, “One hundred million?!”
Toji shook his head.
“Thirty million.”
Yukio couldn’t even be bothered complaining anymore.
“Isn’t that price way too ridiculous?
You sure this isn’t a trap?”
“Even though we use fake names in this business, after all these years there’s no guarantee nobody wants to screw us over.”
“A reward this high just for a Grade 1 cursed spirit makes no sense no matter how you look at it.”
“This is obviously bait for idiots. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
There’s definitely some kind of trap.”
Toji’s expression immediately looked off after hearing that, “You think I don’t know that?”
“You really think your brother’s stupid?”
“You can go during the weekend anyway.
Treat it like a trip.”
“You going or not?
If not, I’ll go myself.”
Yukio grinned, “I’m going.
Why wouldn’t I?
That’s thirty million.”
Toji snorted, “Then we’ll head out in two days.
The client’s waiting for us in Fukuoka Prefecture.”
“From what he said, he’ll pay us first and then we do the job.
He’s not worried at all about us running off with the money.”
Yukio smacked his lips, “Well obviously.
We’re the twin stars of this industry.
Our reputation’s trustworthy.”
[Two Days Later]
[Outside Fukuoka Prefecture]
Yukio looked at the temple gate.
“Bro, you sure we got the right place?
Don’t tell me the client’s a monk?”
Toji walked in first, “Who cares what he is?
As long as he pays.”
“Though monks do have this kind of money.”
The moment they entered the temple, the gate automatically closed behind them.
Yukio laughed teasingly.
“Oh?
High-tech automatic doors.”
“Gotta say, this temple really does look luxurious.”
At that moment, a fat monk with a huge belly greeted them with a smile.
“You two benefactors must be here because of the mission.”
“My name is Monk Yoshioka Hisoka.
This mission is very dangerous.
People can die.
Are you sure you want to take it?”
Toji coldly replied, “Pay us and we’ll do it.”
Monk Yoshioka Hisoka still kept smiling, “Money, right right right, I’ll transfer it to you now.”
While Monk Yoshioka Hisoka was transferring the money, the temple gave Yukio an uncomfortable feeling all over.
“Monk Yoshioka Hisoka, are you the only one in this temple?”
“You really are rich.”
Monk Yoshioka Hisoka smiled warmly, “We monks don’t talk about money, we talk about fate.”
“All this money was donated to Buddha by kind-hearted people.”
The corner of Yukio’s mouth twitched.
He had never liked monks much, so he didn’t want to waste words with him.
He just wanted to hurry up and finish the mission.
After quite a while, the money arrived.
After Toji confirmed it and put away his phone, he finally asked for the exact location of the Grade 1 cursed spirit.
‘Hm?!’
Monk Yoshioka Hisoka clapped his hands together.
His kind and benevolent monk appearance twisted into a horrifying image.
He wore a luxurious yet tattered black kasaya.
His hands were pressed together in prayer, but between those praying hands were countless struggling human faces formed from cursed energy.
His face had no features, smooth like the skin of a flesh Buddha.
Only a crack split open on his forehead, revealing a constantly rotating eye that seemed able to see through all “karma.”
He floated in the air.
Behind him was not Buddhist light, but a massive black halo made of scripture.
The scripture was entirely twisted repetitions of “Namo Amitabha.”
Yukio frowned tightly, “What’s wrong with this thing?
That aura’s Special Grade, isn’t it?”
Even Toji looked stunned for a moment.
“Since when do cursed spirits know how to bait people into law enforcement traps?
Though the money really did arrive in the account.
Is this the legendary death payment?”
At that moment, Yoshioka’s third eye on his forehead opened.
It spoke, its voice carrying only a chilling kind of “compassion.”
“Once you completely become followers of Buddhism, this money will return to my hands.”
Toji suddenly became interested.
He held out a hand toward Yukio, and with perfect understanding, Yukio pulled out a Grade 2 cursed tool spear from Shadow Surface and handed it to Toji.
“An intelligent cursed spirit?
Interesting.”
Yukio also gripped Golden Scale in his hand.
“A Special Grade cursed spirit.
This is our first time running into one.”
“Do you think it can use Domain Expansion?”
Toji was unusually excited.
“No idea.
Just watch your own safety later.”
Yoshioka wasn’t in a hurry to attack.
“Let me show you those who have converted to my Buddha.
Perhaps after seeing them, you will obediently surrender.”
Creak~
The doors of the surrounding buildings opened one after another.
Pale-faced people walked out, men and women, old and young.
Yukio’s scalp went numb.
More importantly, both of them could sense cursed spirit aura coming from all those people.
Toji said excitedly to Yukio, “You deal with those puppets.
Leave this monk to me.”
At the same time, Yaga Masamichi was on the road rushing over while cursing nonstop.
“What kind of garbage mission is this?
A suspected Grade 1 cursed spirit hiding in a temple eating people?”
“It even uses money to lure people in?”
“Why would a Grade 1 cursed spirit need to hide?
And it’s even paying people?”
“I seriously don’t know how the intelligence department gathers information.”