Sorcerers were all madmen.
As Makoto walked out onto the street, he became even more certain of that.
The Jujutsu sorcerers of this world, or rather, the curse users, did not have a single normal person among them.
Even Toji Fushiguro had a strong antisocial streak.
Including Makoto himself, none of them were entirely normal.
This deepened Makoto’s understanding of how dangerous this world was.
But…
“What kind of person is Satoru Gojo?” He had heard that name too many times.
Ever since he came into contact with the Jujutsu world, he had heard it again and again, as if everything were guiding him to understand that person.
Coincidentally, just as he left the alley and walked while thinking about what kind of person Satoru Gojo was, three young people in uniforms happened to pass by beside him.
They were walking in the opposite direction, all wearing cheerful expressions.
“I’m hungry every time we finish a job.
Let’s go eat, Gojo, Geto.” “Didn’t you just eat bread?
You’re hungry again already?
Shoko, are you secretly a big eater?” “You’re the big eater.
I’m in the most important stage of my life right now.
What’s wrong with eating a little more?” The girl glanced at her own chest, looking a little regretful.
“The most important stage of life, meaning development?
Hey, Satoru, looks like Shoko wants to grow into someone dangerously stacked.
Got any way to help her?” Gojo?
Satoru?
Satoru Gojo?!
Makoto’s gaze instantly sharpened.
His eyes swept over the group of three and landed on the high school student with sunglasses and a head of fluffy white hair.
Almost at the same time, Satoru Gojo’s Six Eyes detected Makoto’s gaze.
He turned back at that moment, and their eyes collided.
In that instant, the pedestrians on the street seemed to vanish.
The entire world seemed to hold only the two of them.
“Hey, Satoru, what are you doing?
Hurry up.
It’s time to go back to school.” Shoko Ieiri and Suguru Geto saw their companion stop and also halted curiously.
“Huh?
Yeah, coming.” Satoru Gojo jogged back to his companions, but beneath his sunglasses, the Six Eyes gleamed with dazzling light.
“Is that someone you’ve met before?” He wanted to ask whether he had seen the other person somewhere, but the moment Shoko opened her mouth, Makoto turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.
“So that’s the Six Eyes.
What terrifyingly sharp observation.” It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
The Six Eyes were probably not as simple as analyzing the Limitless technique.
Gojo’s insight was strangely powerful.
“It may be a full 360-degree field of vision with no blind spots.” Makoto could not help looking back.
By coincidence, the curious Satoru Gojo also turned back at that moment, and their gazes met once again.
“What’s wrong, Satoru?
Someone you know?” Suguru Geto noticed his companion acting strangely and followed Gojo’s line of sight, noticing Makoto.
There were slight traces of fighting on him, and he was carrying a suitcase.
Anyone who saw him would probably think he was a delinquent who had left school early.
“No, I don’t know him.
He just feels kind of strange.” Satoru Gojo could not explain the feeling.
He simply had a vague sense that he would meet the other person again sooner or later.
…
This was Makoto’s first contact with Satoru Gojo.
He gained an initial understanding of the Six Eyes.
Like the Byakugan of the Hyuga clan in Naruto, it likely possessed 360-degree vision, and its dynamic eyesight was probably far beyond that of ordinary people.
In other words, even with his back to an opponent, he could clearly see every move the enemy made.
“Why am I so concerned about his ability?” Makoto himself did not understand why he cared so much about Gojo’s ability.
Maybe he had heard the name too many times and could not help comparing himself to the other boy.
Shaking his head, Makoto walked into a bank and deposited the 400 million yen in cash in his hand.
A client of that scale immediately alarmed the bank manager, so the procedures naturally became much easier.
When Makoto walked out, he had an additional VIP bank card of the highest level in his pocket.
“The Black Dragon Association.
Time to pay them a visit.” Makoto did not intend to return to the Fushiguro household anymore.
He now understood Toji Fushiguro a little.
Having Megumi Fushiguro follow him would only make things more dangerous.
Looked at that way, that man was not completely beyond saving.
Makoto had only spent one afternoon outside and had already been attacked by a curse user.
Toji Fushiguro had been killing people for money for years.
Who knew how many enemies he had?
Night.
At the home of the Black Dragon Association’s chairman.
Calling it a home was not quite right.
It was more like an estate.
Japanese-style, very large, the kind of place where a person could easily lose their way.
With one glance from outside, Makoto could see that security inside was extremely tight.
Every short distance, a thug stood guard.
Makoto said nothing and stepped inside.
He was immediately driven back by a guard.
“Hurry up and leave, brat.
This isn’t somewhere you can-” Bang.
The man was sent flying.
Seeing that, the others immediately surrounded Makoto.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
Those people were sent flying as well.
The remaining men saw this and no longer dared approach casually.
Under their gazes, Makoto had done nothing just now.
His hands had not even left his pockets.
Yet every Black Dragon Association member who approached him was somehow blasted away, as if they had encountered a ghost.
Makoto was decisive, because he had not come here to reason with them.
“Bring our guest inside.” Just as everyone was at a loss, the voice of the Black Dragon Association chairman came through.
Everyone immediately relaxed and stepped aside to open a path.
Fearless, Makoto walked unhindered into the hall.
Then he saw the corpse of the casino’s floor manager from that afternoon lying in the center of the hall.
The blood had already dried, and the body had no warmth left.
It was obvious he had been dead for some time.
“This is what he deserved.
We may be a yakuza organization, and we may do illegal business, but when the Black Dragon Association does business, we rely on credibility.
He made a mistake, so this is the outcome he deserved.” “Also, this is the money you won at our casino, young man.
Four hundred million in total.
Not one yen less.” The Black Dragon chairman was very polite.
The fact that Makoto could come to the Black Dragon Association’s territory meant the curse user they had sent was already dead.
At this point, he only hoped to spend money to buy peace for the Black Dragon Association.
“Was the curse user this afternoon sent by you?” “Curse user?
What’s that?
Young man, I don’t know what a curse user is, and I certainly wouldn’t send someone to attack you.
You won money at our casino, and no matter how much it was, we would pay you.” “Did I say I was attacked?” !!!
The Black Dragon chairman’s smiling expression instantly vanished.
His heart went cold, and in an instant, sweat soaked his back.
Every muscle in his body tensed.
He knew he had let something slip.
The atmosphere became tense.
Including the chairman, every Black Dragon Association member in the hall watched Makoto’s every move warily.
Then…
Bend, reach, turn.
Makoto picked up the suitcase containing 400 million yen and walked away without looking back.
The Black Dragon chairman’s heart immediately relaxed.
But before he could feel glad, a throwing knife tore through the air and pierced his abdomen.
“Chairman!” “Dad!” Everything happened too quickly.
Only when the Black Dragon chairman covered his abdomen did they realize Makoto had acted.
“Damn brat, take him-” “Don’t move.” The Black Dragon chairman raised a hand and stopped everyone.
With difficulty, he said, “Let him go.” “But-” “I said let him go!” He repeated himself.
They could not afford to offend a killing god like Makoto.
Although the abdomen Makoto pierced was where an old hidden injury lay, and even if it healed, he probably would not live much longer.
At least he had survived.
This peace had been bought.