The Sorcerer Killer.
A title that could make jujutsu sorcerers in Tokyo, and even across all Japan, go pale at the mention of it.
From the moment Toji Fushiguro debuted until now, his mission completion rate had been an astonishing 100 percent.
Not once had he failed.
Whether jujutsu sorcerer or curse, once he set his sights on them, there was only one result.
Death, or exorcism.
Leaving curses aside, the jujutsu sorcerers who had died at his hands included Grade 1 sorcerers.
In the current age, when Special Grade sorcerers were a hundred or a thousand times rarer than pandas, and one could search all of Tokyo and find only a single one, Toji Fushiguro’s existence was equivalent to the ceiling of the jujutsu world.
When that Grade 2 sorcerer realized Toji Fushiguro had targeted him, he knew he had no chance of victory.
He pleaded, “Can you at least let me exorcise the curse inside the Curtain before you kill me?” “Huh?” Toji Fushiguro dug at his ear, utterly unconcerned.
“Doesn’t really matter, does it?
If you die, Jujutsu High will send someone to replace you soon enough.” In other words, there was no room for negotiation.
His words made everyone’s hearts sink.
His disregard for life had already reached the point where he simply did not care.
He did not care at all how many more people that cursed spirit would kill if it were not exorcised in time.
The person before them only wanted to take the sorcerer’s head and exchange it for money.
“If that’s how it is, we’ll have to fight him.” The people below exchanged glances and prepared for battle.
“Ha.
Jujutsu sorcerers have been troublesome creatures from ancient times to now.
I don’t feel like wasting that much brainpower thinking through the weakness of your innate technique.” Toji Fushiguro’s words suddenly exploded beside their ears, startling them so badly that every hair on their bodies stood on end.
“When did he…” “I couldn’t see him at all.
The cursed energy fluctuation is so low it’s almost impossible to catch.” Terrified, the group immediately gathered cursed energy in their feet to increase their mobility and get away from the area.
Even so, they still could not escape Toji Fushiguro’s pursuit.
The physical potential granted to him by Heavenly Restriction was displayed to its fullest in that moment.
Even Grade 2 sorcerers strengthened by cursed energy could not match Toji Fushiguro in movement.
Holding his blade, Toji Fushiguro gave chase.
The moment one foot touched the ground, his entire body vanished.
His speed was so great that he was already gone before dust rose from the spot, proving he had once been there.
“That movement speed is completely outside the standard!” The person responsible for support, the one who had lowered the Curtain and possessed no combat ability, whose job was to assist sorcerers in exorcising cursed spirits, broke into a cold sweat as he watched.
This was the Sorcerer Killer who terrified jujutsu sorcerers.
His physical ability alone was enough to slay many sorcerers, leaving their innate techniques with no chance to even activate.
Still, the target was a Grade 2 sorcerer after all.
He had exorcised many cursed spirits before, and he did not panic.
Instead, he widened the distance as much as possible and activated his technique.
Soon, several kunai-like hidden weapons appeared around him.
Under his control, they floated in the air.
Then, with a wave of one hand, they shot rapidly toward Toji Fushiguro.
“A technique like psychokinesis?
Or maybe the ability to control metal?” “There’s plenty of potential to dig out of that technique.
Too bad you don’t have a future.” Toji Fushiguro did not retreat a single step.
The large blade resting on his shoulder moved swiftly as he swung it toward the hidden weapons flying at him.
Clang clang clang clang clang.
The sound of metal striking metal rang out continuously.
Toji Fushiguro swung his blade and knocked down every single hidden weapon.
When the man’s first attack failed, he tried to widen the distance again and prepare the next assault.
But Toji Fushiguro gave him no chance.
He closed in at a speed difficult for the naked eye to follow, then chopped downward with the blade.
“Now!” A sharp gleam flashed through the man’s eyes.
He circulated cursed energy through his whole body, aiming straight at the blade in Toji Fushiguro’s hand.
At the same time, his other hand drew a sharp dagger, and he seized the chance to stab at Toji Fushiguro’s chest.
The next moment…
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, that Grade 2 sorcerer was smashed into a house like a cannonball.
“How could this…” “Not psychokinesis, then.
Looks like a metal-controlling technique.
You can pin down my Split Soul Katana, but you can’t pin down my fist.” Toji Fushiguro hovered in midair, maintaining the posture of a punch as he looked down.
Split Soul Katana.
A Special Grade cursed tool whose value was calculated in hundreds of millions.
It could ignore the hardness of all objects and truly cut iron like mud.
Toji Fushiguro landed and walked up to the man.
The Split Soul Katana, now without cursed energy supplying it, fell from the air back into his hand.
He said coldly, “Any last words?” “Please…” Pfft.
A flash of blade-light.
Toji Fushiguro, holding the Split Soul Katana, cut the man’s head in two without another word.
Turning his head, he said with distaste, “Eh, never mind.
It was probably going to be some annoying request for me to exorcise the cursed spirit.” He put away the Split Soul Katana and let the cursed spirit he had subdued swallow it into its belly.
Then he had the cursed spirit swallow the corpses as well.
Hands in his pockets, he left the scene to exchange the kill for money.
…..
Ten o’clock at night.
Makoto struck the wooden post again and again, his expression as serious as ever.
Only when he sensed Toji Fushiguro return did he stop, turn around, and stare straight ahead.
“Aren’t you going to ask whether the mission went smoothly?” “Are you dead?” “As you can see, I’m not.” “Then what’s there to ask?” Tch.
No fun.
Toji Fushiguro had just collected his money and was in a fairly good mood.
Then he spat out the cursed spirit he always carried with him.
This cursed spirit was special.
It could freely shrink down to the size of an egg, yet its stomach could hold many things, like a spatial ring.
Toji Fushiguro usually had this cursed spirit shrink, then swallowed it into his abdomen, using the special nature of his Heavenly-Restricted body to block sorcerers from detecting it.
After Toji spat the cursed spirit out, it in turn spat out several dozen kunai-like hidden weapons, the same weapons that had belonged to the Grade 2 sorcerer.
“They’re not worth much, but they should be useful to you.” Makoto picked them up and weighed them in his hand.
Then, without warning, he flung them at Toji Fushiguro.
He had not forgotten that Toji Fushiguro was supposed to test what grade sorcerer his current combat strength would be equivalent to.
This kid was as decisive as a beast.
Toji Fushiguro silently complained.
He had just given Makoto weapons, and Makoto immediately turned around and threw them at him.
He accepted everything that came.
The cursed spirit on his body spat out the Split Soul Katana at just the right moment, helping Toji Fushiguro knock away all the incoming hidden weapons.
“King Crimson!” Makoto roared.
King Crimson immediately shot out from his body, swinging both fists in indiscriminate strikes.
Even Toji Fushiguro chose to evade in the face of such a violent offensive.
Makoto stepped forward and chased him.
During the process, he kept throwing the newly acquired hidden weapons, coordinating with King Crimson’s attacks.
But at that moment, a flash of insight crossed his mind.
An image of himself being knocked flying suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Epitaph?!
Makoto instinctively thought of one of King Crimson’s abilities, the power to see scenes from dozens of seconds into the future.
He wanted to confirm it, so he quickly gathered his focus and continued his fierce attack forward.
Then, dozens of seconds later…
just as the future he had predicted showed, he was kicked flying by Toji Fushiguro.