As expected of a second-rate clan.
And since they had guilty consciences, even in the middle of the night there were people carrying lanterns and patrolling around the courtyard.
Too bad those things couldn’t stop the Zenin brothers blessed with Heavenly Restriction.
Two black shadows moved like ghosts, silently slipping through the corners and shadows of the walls.
According to the intel, they accurately found Matsushita Daisuke’s residence.
One big, one small, both professionally masked.
Only two pairs of calm, sharp eyes were exposed.
Of course, it was Yukio’s suggestion.
Otherwise, Toji wouldn’t care about this stuff.
Still, Toji understood the logic.
Work like this naturally attracted hatred.
He didn’t care, but Yukio was still young.
Standing outside the door, they listened quietly for several seconds.
Toji glanced at Yukio, and the latter gave a slight nod.
Creak!
The door opened a crack.
The two slipped inside one after another like swimming fish.
They headed toward the master bedroom at the deepest part of the house.
One step.
Two steps.
The instant they crossed the bedroom doorway…
Clang!
A burst of blinding sparks exploded in the dark.
Matsushita Daisuke had woken up at some point.
A cursed-energy-covered katana slashed toward Toji, who stepped in first, like a venomous snake.
Blade met blade, and the sparks lit up the uncertain look on his face.
Matsushita Daisuke’s pupils shrank sharply.
His sneak attack had actually been blocked without injury by this masked man?
“Who are you people?”
He lowered his voice as cursed energy started surging around him.
“Breaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night…
don’t tell me you came to greet me?”
Toji didn’t waste words.
His heart tightened slightly.
The man had actually noticed their intrusion.
Looks like some kind of trigger mechanism had gone off.
His body twisted strangely, unloading the force from the blade.
He moved like a black panther sliding along the ground and instantly cut into Matsushita Daisuke’s inner range!
The short blade in his hand stabbed straight toward the man’s temple.
BOOM!!!
A loud explosion rang out.
The entire house looked like it had exploded from the inside.
Walls shattered and the roof blew apart.
Moonlight poured down, illuminating the battlefield.
A thick layer of water membrane condensed around Matsushita Daisuke.
Toji’s blade tip stopped right against the surface of the water, only one centimeter from his head, yet it couldn’t move any farther.
Not only that…
This bastard had intentionally caused a huge commotion and directly blew up his own house.
The alarm sounded, and the entire Matsushita estate instantly erupted into chaos.
“Kid!”
Without even turning his head, Toji spoke calmly, “Protect yourself.”
Yukio had already drawn his short blade and retreated into the shadows at the edge of the battle.
His voice carried a bit of excitement, “Don’t worry, bro…”
“I’m not some helpless little kid anymore!”
The moment he finished speaking…
Toji’s eyes changed.
Just slightly, only slightly, he got a little serious.
Matsushita Daisuke’s technique was “Water Manipulation.” He could turn cursed energy into water, attack at range and defend up close, and even compress water bullets with penetration power comparable to real bullets.
As a Grade 1 sorcerer, he definitely had some skill.
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He had run into Zenin Toji.
“So fast!!!”
Matsushita Daisuke’s pupils shook violently.
Toji’s figure had become nothing but afterimages in his vision, so fast he couldn’t track him at all.
Instinctively, he frantically released cursed energy, layering thick water shields around his body.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Every punch, every slash blasted massive holes into the shields.
Matsushita Daisuke desperately counterattacked with cursed energy, streams of water wildly spraying around him.
But every attack hit empty air.
Toji’s speed had already surpassed the limits of his reaction speed.
His only advantage was…
He was cautious enough to desperately maintain the shields, gambling that Toji couldn’t break through them quickly.
And Toji also hadn’t fully unleashed himself.
A Grade 1 sorcerer was worth this price.
The other side definitely still had hidden cards.
If he somehow lost here, wouldn’t Yukio laugh himself to death when they got back?
Outside the main battlefield, a group of Matsushita clan members had already surrounded Yukio’s small figure.
“Where did this brat come from?!”
“No cursed energy?!
How is that possible?”
“Doesn’t matter, grab him first!”
Leading them was Matsushita Kotori, holding a blade with a vicious grin.
“A little brat with no cursed energy dares to cause trouble?”
“I alone am enough to deal with him!”
Yukio tightened his grip on the short blade and looked at the group in front of him.
He subconsciously swallowed.
‘Killing people…
Really did feel different from killing cursed spirits.’
But this wasn’t the time to hesitate.
He quickly scanned them, using the method Toji taught him to sense the density of cursed energy on them.
Grade 4 sorcerer.
A rookie among rookies.
Perfect practice material.
He was completely confident he could kill him.
The problem was…
How?
He still wasn’t fully prepared to kill people.
“Die!”
Matsushita Kotori slashed down with his blade.
Yukio narrowly sidestepped, the blade grazing past the tip of his nose.
“Huh?!”
Matsushita Kotori froze for a second.
‘This kid is that lucky?’
Second slash!
Third slash!
Fourth slash!
Every attack was avoided by Yukio in an “extreme” way.
Meanwhile, after several swings, sweat appeared on Matsushita Kotori’s forehead.
His breathing grew heavy, and he felt less and less confident.
‘This kid…
something’s wrong!’
The clan members watching nearby were still jeering, “Kotori, can you even do this?
Spend too much time on women’s stomachs and now you can’t even hit a kid?”
“Need someone else to take over?”
Matsushita Kotori couldn’t keep face anymore and roared, “The hell do you idiots know?!
This kid’s weird!”
He suddenly jumped back and shaped his hands like guns, aiming at Yukio.
“I didn’t want to use my technique on a brat…
but you forced me!”
“Water Bullets!”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Dozens of cursed-energy water bullets shot toward Yukio like heavy rain.
The ground exploded into pits, dust filled the air.
The watching crowd’s eyes lit up.
‘Now that’s more like it.’
But the next second…
A black shadow shot out of the dust like a ghost…
Yukio had already closed in right in front of Matsushita Kotori.
His black eyes were terrifyingly calm.
The short blade rose…
Then fell.
Puchi!
It pierced straight into the heart.
One kick sent the body flying.
Smooth and uninterrupted.
Precise, decisive, fast.
Blood dripped from the blade tip.
Matsushita Kotori’s eyes widened as he slowly fell to the ground.
Yukio turned around and looked at the stunned Matsushita clan members.
There was no expression on his little face.
But his heartbeat was pounding like drums.
He forcefully suppressed the churning discomfort inside him.
He didn’t even want to look back at the corpse behind him.
He only tightened his grip on the blade.
The blood dripping from the tip looked especially glaring under the moonlight.
He raised his chin.
His voice was childish, yet carried cold provocation, “Who else wants to die?”
“Come up.”
The air went silent for one second…
Two seconds…
“Kill him!!!”, Someone suddenly roared.
The remaining three no longer dared underestimate him and attacked together.
Yukio took a deep breath.
The sick feeling could wait.
Right now…
he needed to focus on surviving.
After seeing Yukio successfully kill one person and start fighting the other three, Toji nodded in satisfaction.
“As expected of my little brother.”
Matsushita Daisuke was getting mentally shaken.
“Damn it, who exactly are you?”
“You’re definitely not some ordinary sorcerer.”
It was like he had split personalities.
“You still dare lose focus while fighting me?
Die!”
As he spoke, a water dragon shot straight toward Toji.
Toji lifted his head, the corner of his mouth rising.
“That’s it?”