Makoto decisively threw all 800 million yen he had not even had time to warm up over to Naobito Zenin.
“Refreshing.
Hahaha.
Another big deal completed.
We ought to celebrate.
Makoto, come drink with me.” Naobito Zenin always believed drinking was the best way to build relationships.
Every clink of cups could bring two people a step closer.
Makoto indicated that their business was not finished yet.
He took out the concealed weapons he carried with him.
“Can you make throwing knives of this type for me?
They need strong piercing power.” “Aren’t these the weapons of that kid from Jujutsu High?” Naobito Zenin recognized these throwing knives.
They had belonged to a Grade 2 sorcerer from Jujutsu High.
Because they had come from his side, he remembered them.
Had that person already been killed by Makoto?
“What type do you want?” He did not ask further.
Jujutsu sorcerers were few, and each one was an important resource of the Jujutsu world.
But every year, some died on missions.
As long as the person was not from the Zenin clan, it was fine.
“This style.
Fifty of them.” Makoto handed over the drawing he had prepared in advance.
They were American-style throwing knives, with a hollow ring between the blade and the handle for easier finger control.
“Fine.
After they’re made, I’ll have someone contact you.” Throwing knives like these were not difficult to make.
Because they were small, one cursed spirit could produce many of them.
“Now that business is finished, can you accompany me for a drink?” “Fine.” “Excellent.
Hahahahaha.” …
At an izakaya.
Naobito Zenin brought Makoto here, ordered a small private room, and sat across from him to drink.
“I’m glad you can drink with this old man.” “To tell the truth, although I love alcohol as much as my life, drinking alone all the time gets rather boring.” “What about you, Makoto?” Naobito Zenin looked at Makoto expectantly.
Makoto shook his head and said, “I don’t like drinking.
Alcohol only numbs my nerves and slows my thinking.” “I thought so.
But why must you always think?
Have you ever considered that life might become easier if you thought about nothing at all?” No wonder people said the head of this generation’s Zenin clan was open-minded.
Naobito Zenin had seen through life too thoroughly.
As long as the people in his clan did not cause trouble, he would turn a blind eye and enjoy his freedom.
“By the way, I still haven’t asked you.
Makoto, what kind of work do you want to do in the future?
Are you interested in becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer?” “This old man still has some influence in the Jujutsu world.
If you nod, I can arrange for you to enter Jujutsu High tomorrow.” “Not interested.” Makoto refused on the spot.
The Jujutsu world’s rules were too numerous, and they did not suit him.
Compared with being a Jujutsu sorcerer, being a curse user suited him better.
“What a pity.
I was thinking that perhaps one day I could fight alongside you.” “You’re my business partner.” Makoto rolled his eyes at Naobito Zenin’s act and said directly, “As long as your people don’t provoke me, nothing will happen.” “Hahahaha.
I really can’t hide anything from you.” Naobito Zenin laughed, raised his cup, and drank deeply, casually brushing the topic aside.
After several rounds of drinks, Makoto held his cup against his lips without pouring it into his mouth and could not help asking, “What kind of person is Satoru Gojo?” “Hmm?
Why bring him up all of a sudden?
Have you met him?” “I ran into him on the street yesterday.
He noticed my existence immediately.” Makoto could not forget Satoru Gojo’s Six Eyes, shining like gemstones.
Even through sunglasses, he felt they were dazzlingly bright.
“That’s normal.
The Gojo clan’s Six Eyes are eyes with a 360-degree field of vision and no blind spots.
If he wants to, he can even see things several kilometers away.” Naobito was not surprised by Makoto’s shock.
Toji Fushiguro had once felt something similar.
Heavenly Restriction, especially Heavenly-Restricted Tyrants with absolute zero cursed energy, were like air in the eyes of Jujutsu sorcerers.
As long as they deliberately hid themselves, Jujutsu sorcerers had a hard time discovering Toji Fushiguro or Makoto.
Only the Six Eyes could precisely catch a Heavenly-Restricted Tyrant at the first moment.
Because they did not need to sense cursed energy fluctuations.
Their naked eyes could see everything clearly.
“As for Satoru Gojo, he is the future head of the Gojo family.” “Is he strong?” This was not the first time Makoto had asked that question, but he wanted a more accurate answer.
“He isn’t a sorcerer who can be described with something as simple as strong.” “Makoto, you’ve heard enough old talk about karma to understand what cause and effect means, right?” Makoto nodded.
Karmic retribution had been passed down in ordinary life for countless years.
It had long since been carved into people’s bones.
However, the karma he understood and the cause and effect here were slightly different.
“Do you know how the balance of the Jujutsu world has been maintained for the last thousand years?” “I’m not sure.
Because of the Three Great Families?
They constantly provide fighting strength to the Jujutsu world, exorcising cursed spirits day after day and year after year, reducing human casualties, ensuring population growth, and maintaining society’s development.” “That is only one part.” At this point, Naobito Zenin put down his cup and pointed upward.
“Above the Jujutsu world, there is an invisible will shrouding it, always watching and maintaining the balance between cursed spirits and Jujutsu sorcerers.” “It has been that way for a thousand years.
Whether cursed spirits or Jujutsu sorcerers, if one side becomes powerful enough to break the balance, to the point that the other side might be exterminated, It will act and restore balance between the two.” It?
The way of heaven?
Or perhaps the will of heaven?
This was the first time Makoto had heard such a thing.
The waters of the Jujutsu world were far deeper than he had imagined.
“So?
What does that have to do with Satoru Gojo?” “Do you know about the 1995 stock market crash?” “A little.
It directly caused Japan to fall into an unprecedented economic depression, and even now it hasn’t fully recovered.” “Correct.
But in truth, that crash began at the end of 1994.
It was only because the government intervened to stabilize things that the collapse was delayed until 1995.” “And 1994 was the year Satoru Gojo successfully awakened the Gojo clan’s Limitless technique.” Makoto’s pupils widened slightly.
From what the other man meant, this turmoil that had affected Japan’s economy had been caused by Satoru Gojo.
“Because he broke the balance of the Jujutsu world?” “Correct.” Naobito Zenin’s tone grew heavy.
Even after living so long, this was the first time he had encountered something like this.
This meant the Gojo clan’s next head possessed the potential to completely erase cursed spirits.