“Young man, that’s not how you kill people.” Still not dead?
Makoto narrowed his eyes and quickly opened the distance, staring ahead.
Impossible.
Even a Jujutsu sorcerer should have been pounded into paste by such a violent attack.
And yet an extremely unexpected scene unfolded.
The man Makoto had beaten with more than a hundred full-power punches was completely unharmed.
There was not a wound anywhere on his body, as if nothing had happened at all.
“If it were me, I would attack the carotid artery first.
Cut the carotid artery, and the body develops arrhythmia, leading to heart failure.
Death comes very quickly.” “Of course, the sternum works too.
It’s an important part of human breathing.
One heavy blow that shatters the sternum causes difficulty breathing, then suffocation.” “Well, well, well.
The cleanest method is still the heart, of course.
One strike is enough to kill a human instantly.” “Why do I know all this?
Because my job is killing people.
Since killing is my job, of course I have to properly understand the structure of the human body.” Jiro Awasaka’s expression did not change.
That absurd split mustache kept his face fixed in a look that was neither smile nor sneer.
He was one of the curse users who would later cooperate with Kenjaku during the Shibuya Incident against Jujutsu sorcerers.
Even now, he was a notorious murderer among curse user groups.
His whole body had been driven into the wall by Makoto’s punches.
He crawled out bit by bit while calmly saying utterly horrific things.
“Sorcerers really are troublesome people,” Makoto muttered.
This was his first battle against a Jujutsu sorcerer.
Toji Fushiguro did not count.
He was a Heavenly-Restricted Tyrant, not a Jujutsu sorcerer.
He was closer to a superhuman.
However, even though this was his first time fighting a sorcerer, Makoto understood that the premise of defeating one was figuring out the opponent’s innate technique.
“Attack nullification?
Or simply ignoring physical blows?” Would the technique really be that simple?
He could not tell.
His understanding of Jujutsu came mostly from the book Toji Fushiguro had brought him.
With such limited knowledge, Makoto could not analyze the opponent’s technique.
“Then I’ll find the flaw in battle.” Bang.
Makoto stomped the ground and shot out like an arrow.
“Looks like I made him angry.
Good.” “My technique is Inverse.
When it’s active, the stronger an attack that hits me is, the weaker it becomes.
And the weaker it is, the stronger it becomes instead.” “So far, nobody has ever dodged my counterattack after throwing a desperate strike.
The more serious you are, the less possible it is for you to beat me.” Jiro Awasaka’s heart pounded wildly, as if Makoto’s corpse had already appeared before his eyes.
Makoto knew none of this.
In one step, he crossed ten meters and arrived in front of his enemy.
A storm of attacks formed from both his fists.
But unlike before, his earlier offensive had pressed straight forward, focused only on killing the opponent.
Now, he observed while attacking.
Even so…
“There isn’t a single flaw.
He’s even deliberately matching my blows.
That means his technique has no limit.” “No.
Maybe not no limit.
Maybe I just haven’t pushed his technique to its limit yet.” There was no mistake.
The opponent’s technique was not attack nullification.
It had to be a technique related to absorption.
“Absorption can be ruled out first.
After taking so many of my punches, his speed and strength haven’t changed at all.
So it isn’t an absorption technique.” “It’s a technique that nullifies attacks, or one where the greater the output, the less damage he takes.” “In short, I just have to beat him to death.
Revealing One’s Hand.” Revealing One’s Hand was an unspoken rule of the Jujutsu world.
In order to obtain greater lethality, sorcerers could openly reveal all information about their cursed technique.
In return, heaven would grant the sorcerer greater power.
That included people like Makoto, Heavenly Restriction bearers cursed from birth.
Revealing One’s Hand was still effective on them.
Karma, cause and effect; this rule existed everywhere in this world.
Hmm?
This was an unexpected development.
The boy in front of Awasaka had actually chosen to reveal his technique at a time like this.
“Hey, hey, hey.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I haven’t felt a single fluctuation of cursed energy from him from start to finish.
Isn’t he supposed to be someone cursed by Heavenly Restriction?” “If it’s some overly complicated technique, I won’t be able to handle it.” Jiro Awasaka was shocked, but he soon smiled through his fear.
“There isn’t a single bit of cursed energy in my body.
No cursed technique detection can sense my existence.
In the eyes of you Jujutsu sorcerers, I might as well be transparent.” “But in return, my cellular activity is ten times that of an ordinary person, perhaps even dozens of times.
My five senses have also been strengthened by Heavenly Restriction to the point that I can capture cursed spirits without relying on sight.
That’s all.” When his words fell, the alley became so silent one could hear a pin drop.
Even Jiro Awasaka could not help showing an extremely surprised expression.
He was not surprised by Makoto’s ability.
He was surprised that the brat had made something so simple sound so solemn for so long.
“That’s your Revealing One’s Hand?” “Hahahahahahahahahaha…” Jiro Awasaka suddenly burst out laughing, laughing at his own stupidity for ever suspecting the brat in front of him could pose a threat.
“Don’t make me laugh myself to death.
After all that, it’s just Heavenly Restriction.
A guy like you is no different from an ordinary person in my eyes.” “Is that so?
But I’m special.” Huh?
When did he-?
Makoto’s figure vanished, but his voice exploded beside Awasaka’s ear.
It was not loud, yet to Awasaka it sounded like thunder.
“Impossible.
Even if revealing his technique boosted his ability, his speed shouldn’t be this fast.” “Could it be that this brat was never going all-out from the beginning?” But it did not matter.
As long as he was not a sorcerer, as long as he had no innate technique, he could not break through Inverse.
“Come on, brat.” Jiro Awasaka turned sharply and assumed a defensive posture, because Makoto had moved to his other side in a single breath.
His ghostlike movement left Awasaka only enough time to defend, not to counterattack.
“As you wish.” Makoto’s iron fist shot out without the slightest hesitation.
But a horrifying sensation suddenly surged from Awasaka’s heart to his brain, causing every hair on his body to stand on end in warning.
Especially when Makoto shouted, “King Crimson,” that terrifying feeling instantly crawled across his entire body.