Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The outskirts of Tokyo were rarely visited.
This was the very edge of the city, and one usually saw almost no living people here.
Especially at night.
It was nearly impossible to find anyone, and even passing cars were scarce.
Now, however, because of a battle between two people, the place had become extremely lively.
Intense shockwaves spread through the air in every direction.
Those two people were naturally Makoto and Toji Fushiguro.
Their way of communicating had always been like this.
Compared with sitting down and having a proper conversation, every time they met, they seemed to need to fight, as if they could not chat without exchanging blows first.
The fighting style of Heavenly-Restricted Tyrants was extremely violent, wide open and brutal, filled with the most primitive kind of force.
Makoto held the brand-new Heavenly Imperial Sword, leapt into the air, and chopped down with all his strength.
In an instant, the Heavenly Imperial Sword’s tenfold amplification erupted.
Combined with Makoto’s monstrous strength, several thousand jin of force exploded downward.
With a thunderous boom, Toji blocked with the Split Soul Katana, yet he was still smashed into the ground.
A huge crater opened beneath him, and both of his feet sank into the earth.
“Heavenly Imperial Sword.
Naobito really was willing to part with it, huh?
He actually sold you this cursed tool.” Toji recognized the Heavenly Imperial Sword.
It was one of the Zenin clan’s most powerful cursed tools.
He had not expected Naobito to sell it to Makoto.
That was somewhat beyond Toji’s imagination.
“But the price for getting that blade couldn’t have been light, right?” Blocking that strike had not been easy for Toji.
He quickly jumped away.
Fortunately, he had the reward granted by Heavenly Restriction.
If an ordinary human suffered a heavy blow like that, their internal organs would be shaken to pieces.
He even suspected that if Makoto kept growing stronger, a casual strike from him could rival Black Flash.
Black Flash had a clear damage formula: the current attack raised to the power of 2.5.
In other words, one hundred jin of force could erupt into one hundred thousand jin.
But Black Flash was not easy to land.
Makoto was different.
Every strike of his was like this.
“A favor.” Makoto strode forward and pursued without pausing for a second.
The sword in his hand had not disappointed him.
It was truly powerful.
Combined with his unparalleled arm strength, every blow was incredibly heavy.
No wonder Toji Fushiguro said cursed tools were the techniques of Heavenly-Restricted Tyrants.
The Heavenly Imperial Sword’s boost to Makoto’s combat power was more than merely doubling it.
The most obvious point was that when Toji fought him this time, he no longer had his previous ease.
He felt pressure.
“I figured as much.
That old fox may soak himself in a jar of alcohol every day, but he’s sharp.” Toji reminded Makoto to beware of the Three Great Families.
None of those Jujutsu families were good people.
“I don’t need you to remind me.
I know that perfectly well.” Makoto kept advancing.
The Heavenly Imperial Sword in his hand slashed again and again, each blow a several-thousand-jin explosive cut that blasted crater after crater into the battlefield.
Even Toji Fushiguro did not want to clash head-on with this version of Makoto.
He avoided the blade’s edge again and again.
With a swish, taking advantage of the moment when Makoto’s long sword had fallen and new force had yet to rise, Toji pulled the Chain of a Thousand Miles from the cursed spirit’s mouth and bound Makoto tightly.
“You’re still a little too green to beat me, brat.” Toji laughed, exerting force with his hand and pulling the Chain of a Thousand Miles to drag Makoto rapidly closer.
In his other hand, the Split Soul Katana was already chopping down.
“You’re the one underestimating me, Toji.
You think I’m you?” Makoto’s mind was clear.
He quickly threw the sword in his hand into the air and roared, “King Crimson!” King Crimson shot out from his body at once, grabbed the Heavenly Imperial Sword in midair, and slashed down with full force.
Rumble.
An even larger crater appeared, fully ten meters wide.
Dust filled the air.
That heavy blow shattered the ground, as if a bomb had gone off.
Makoto did not dare be careless.
He broke free from the Chain of a Thousand Miles.
Almost at the same time, Toji, sensing Makoto’s movement, killed his way through the smoke.
The Split Soul Katana in his hand had somehow become a three-section staff.
This was Playful Cloud, the cursed tool Naobito Zenin had mentioned before, worth 500 million yen.
This cursed tool had no special effect, which instead made it even more troublesome.
Having no effect meant the weapon’s own offensive threat was tremendous, because it was a Special Grade cursed tool.
Makoto drew back the Heavenly Imperial Sword to block while urging King Crimson to strike forward.
As a result, the special nature of the three-section staff revealed itself then.
Makoto blocked the central section, but another section connected by chain struck him.
As expected, Playful Cloud’s attack power was indeed strong.
Even the body of a Heavenly-Restricted Tyrant was knocked staggering.
Once again, Makoto lost to Toji Fushiguro.
But compared with the previous few times, this defeat had meaning.
Toji Fushiguro had almost gone all out.
Makoto lost because his mastery of weapons was inferior to Toji Fushiguro’s, and because he had fewer battles under his belt.
In terms of physical strength and five senses, he was already very close to Toji.
Given time, with King Crimson fighting beside him, he would inevitably surpass Toji Fushiguro.
“Is this guy’s rate of progress a little too fast?” Toji Fushiguro was also secretly shocked.
How much time had passed?
Makoto could already force him this far and make him feel pressure.
One year?
Two years?
Perhaps he really would be surpassed by this brat.
“You’ve gotten capable.” “A loss is a loss.
I don’t need you to flatter me.” Makoto did not buy it, then asked, “Why did you come looking for me this time?” Makoto was tired, so he sat down directly.
The battle had lasted a full hour.
A perfectly good stretch of land had been battered full of holes.
The grassy ground had almost been turned into desert, like a wasteland.
Even now, the smoke had not fully dispersed.
From a distance, it looked as if the place were draped in a yellow-brown veil.
“Nothing much.
I was bored and came to see how you were doing.” Toji Fushiguro himself did not know why.
After losing all his money, he had suddenly wanted to come see Makoto.
Maybe it was because he had finally found someone of the same kind, so he could not help caring a little.
As a result, he saw the kid walk into a high-end apartment, followed by an extremely beautiful woman.
In a certain sense, this brat had already surpassed his teacher.
Toji Fushiguro had been around for so many years, yet he had never met such a top-tier “good friend.” “By the way, I heard from that old man that you were attacked by a curse user.” “Yeah.
I gambled until the casino ran dry, so they found someone to kill me.
But I killed him.” “Jiro Awasaka, right?” “You know him?” “Didn’t before.
Do now.
That guy seems to be spreading word among curse users that their good days are coming soon.” “Impossible.
I killed him.” Makoto frowned.
He was certain that King Crimson’s fist had pierced through the man’s chest that day.
There should have been no possibility of survival.
Toji glanced at him and told him about another extremely troublesome ability of Jujutsu sorcerers.
“Reverse Cursed Technique.” …
“RoseWhisky”