He had once again obtained 1 free attribute point.
It could be said to be a good thing, because through this gain, Kamo Shizumi felt that he had more or less figured out the general direction and method for obtaining them.
‘Looks like I only need to change certain things…
Whether they are good or bad?’
Then, following this theory to its logical conclusion:
‘If I emptied the box containing Sukuna’s fingers ahead of time and made Fushiguro make the trip for nothing, would that also count as a different kind of change?’
He could just take the reward directly!
However, this thought only surfaced for a brief moment before he suppressed it again.
As he had said before, changing the plot was not a problem.
After all, it was strongly related to his primary objective of becoming stronger.
However, before taking action, Kamo Shizumi had to consider what consequences his actions might cause and weigh the advantages and disadvantages accordingly.
If they could not find the finger, Itadori and Fushiguro would lose the opportunity to meet.
The time when Yuji became Sukuna’s vessel would also be pushed back…
Who knew whether Mother would go completely berserk after learning this news?
After all, judging from the current situation, the plot of Jujutsu Kaisen was still primarily in Kenjaku’s hands.
As the number-one henchman under the other party, if Kamo Shizumi wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble…
he would have to make all sorts of preparations beforehand.
The difficulty was extraordinarily high.
Furthermore, there were quite a few other problems concerning how to obtain rewards…
It was simply not convenient to investigate them right now.
While contemplating all this, Kamo Shizumi glanced at his phone, which displayed 1:30.
He pursed his lips slightly before leaning against the windowsill and taking a short nap.
Although he was half-human and half-cursed spirit, Kamo Shizumi did not have any particular advantage when it came to recovering his energy.
He still needed rest to recover his condition.
It was just that, compared with ordinary people, he might be able to shorten his sleeping time somewhat.
Sitting beside him, Hanami remained completely silent, looking almost like a Buddha statue that had been carved directly out of stone…
The night passed without incident.
When Kamo Shizumi gradually awoke again, he happened to catch sight of the rising sun outside the window.
It was just barely dawn, probably having only just passed the stage when the sky began to brighten.
Somewhat tired, he pressed a hand against the stiff side of his face, took out his phone, and glanced at it.
5:39…
He had only slept for about four hours.
Although that was not very long, unexpectedly, his recovery efficiency was surprisingly high.
After simply rubbing his cheeks, Kamo Shizumi had already returned to his normal state in the literal sense of the word.
It seemed that the improvements brought about by his special physique were multifaceted after all.
After all, the original work had very few scenes describing Choso’s physique, so Kamo Shizumi could only figure out this aspect for himself.
As for Hanami…
It had already moved to a seat closer to the back.
It was currently sitting with both hands raised upward, its face tilted toward the sky.
He did not understand it, but he could more or less grasp what it meant.
—It was probably photosynthesizing.
Suppressing his urge to make a sarcastic remark, Kamo Shizumi turned his attention back to himself.
He had now accumulated as many as 4 free attribute points.
After a brief moment of hesitation…
he ultimately decided to put all 4 points into [Cursed Energy Efficiency].
The reason was very simple.
‘Both my total cursed energy and physical ability are already above 30, which basically exceeds the average level of a Grade 2 sorcerer.’
Therefore, he had no plans to improve those attributes for the time being.
—It had to be admitted that this statement itself was rather questionable.
After all, a truly powerful individual would certainly have a strength they could rely on, whether it was physical combat ability or jujutsu itself.
However, as he had just said, this was a ‘special case’ limited to the truly powerful.
Even if Miwa’s New Shadow Style was particularly outstanding, in the eyes of other people, it would probably amount to nothing more than a maggot that happened to be able to stand upright…
Basically, it was useless and existed mainly for comic relief.
Therefore, before his overall strength reached the average level of a Grade 1 sorcerer, Kamo Shizumi decided to follow the principle of balanced stat allocation.
For now, he would focus on developing evenly across the board.
As for specializing in certain abilities, he would wait until he had properly mastered the basics before considering it.
After allocating the 4 free attribute points, the information [Cursed Energy Efficiency: 22] appeared before him.
Kamo Shizumi looked down at the palm of his hand and casually made a gripping motion.
“…”
It had improved, but there was not much tangible sensation.
Was it because the numerical increase was too small?
He tried raising his right hand again.
Imitating what he had done yesterday, he once again extracted a blood sphere.
Kamo Shizumi immediately raised an eyebrow.
It was different…
The speed at which he condensed the blood sphere had increased by roughly one-third!
And that was not all.
He looked at the blood sphere now floating at his fingertips and noticed that it was gradually becoming larger.
Kamo Shizumi could feel much more strongly that his cursed energy could be infused into it more generously, allowing it to undergo some more intricate changes.
The way Cursed Energy Efficiency improved was somewhat subtle.
It accelerated the process of converting cursed energy while also increasing the amount of blood that could be accommodated, literally enhancing the “efficiency” of the conversion.
To put it simply, if the blood projectile he had condensed yesterday was equivalent to a 9mm bullet, then he was now confident that the blood sphere he could condense was roughly comparable to the power of a .45-caliber bullet.
It was like a normal video game where a skill had a fixed mana cost and fixed power.
Increasing efficiency could reduce the consumption while allowing more cursed energy to be contained within a certain range.
The improvement was quite noticeable.
Of course, it was also possible that this was simply because he himself was too weak.
At the same time, he suddenly thought of something.
Without lingering, he looked at the blood sphere and immediately issued an instruction.
Compress.
Use cursed energy as its outer covering while simultaneously contracting its volume inward.
This process itself was known as “Flowing Red Scale: Stack.”
Of course, the technique described above referred to the state achieved after compressing the blood to an extreme degree…
In reality, given Kamo Shizumi’s current level, he could probably only compress it to around one-third of its original volume.
—That was his limit.
If he continued forcing it beyond that point, the blood would be unable to withstand the pressure and would explode on its own first.
Kamo Shizumi revealed a thoughtful expression.
‘It seems that if I want to reach the level required for Flowing Red Scale: Stack, my current efficiency and control are still insufficient.’
It had to be said that, as an inherited technique passed down through a family, its strengths and weaknesses were both extremely obvious.
The advantage was that this thing had already been developed by previous generations.
Under normal circumstances, once it was passed down to someone else, they only needed to follow the methods used by their predecessors to display roughly 80 percent of its combat potential.
The disadvantage was precisely because it had been developed so thoroughly.
For someone with considerable combat experience, it was practically the equivalent of being able to tell whether your fart was wet or dry just by hearing it.
If you could not come up with something new, those veteran sorcerers might very well pull out some outrageous tricks of their own.
For example, rotating your head to dissipate the force of an attack or something…
The human body really was fascinating, was it not?