Satoru Gojo No One Cares About

"The axe is good, but it seems I've dulled it. I'll return a new one next time."

Shinsuke Zenin returned to Meimei and the others, handing back the dulled axe.

They were a bit stunned. The next second, Meimei reacted and waved her hand dismissively, "No need, it's just an axe."

While she liked money, not everything could be measured by it.

"Then thank you."

Shinsuke Zenin didn't stand on ceremony. He also didn't have the money to buy a new cursed tool to return.

"Grrr... Can we go back now?" Utahime Iori asked cautiously.

Honestly, she was a little scared of Shinsuke Zenin now, but more than that, she was shocked.

Although his method of exorcising cursed spirits was a bit brutal, being able to easily deal with so many cursed spirits proved that he was on a different level than them.

"I think so? Since the mission is over, of course, I wouldn't mind spending a few more days on the company's dime."

Shinsuke Zenin was in a good mood now and even made a rare joke.

"Haha, that might not be very appropriate, right?"

Kusakabe suppressed the shock in his heart and chimed in.

He hadn't exerted much effort on this mission. Playing around for a few days for free would weigh on his conscience.

"Yo, looks like you've successfully completed the mission. It wasn't a waste of my trust in you."

Satoru Gojo's figure arrived late. He was only able to get away after the people helping Suguru Geto retreated.

There was no choice; the other party simply wouldn't engage him head-on, only trying to stall him, which was incredibly annoying.

"Gojo! Couldn't you have gotten here sooner, you idiot? Do you know Meimei-san almost..."

Utahime Iori glared at Satoru Gojo angrily. With his speed, he could have gotten here immediately after receiving the message.

"Uh... I was tied up by the enemy, wasn't I? Sorry, sorry."

Satoru Gojo scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed.

"But since you're all fine, it means the problem is solved, right?"

"Yeah, to be precise, Shinsuke-sensei solved it all by himself. We couldn't even lend a hand."

Kusakabe briefly explained the situation.

After understanding the whole story, Satoru Gojo felt a bit regretful. If he had known the cursed spirit was this strong, he shouldn't have gotten tangled up with those guys.

He could have just used a Domain Expansion to incapacitate them and rushed over.

It was all Geto's fault for shaking his resolve. Next time something like this happens, he couldn't be soft-hearted, or something bad would eventually happen.

"By the way, you're really strong. Let's have a good fight while we're at it?"

Satoru Gojo looked at Shinsuke Zenin, clearly not having had enough of a fight earlier.

"You're insane..."

Shinsuke Zenin ignored Satoru Gojo's challenge, took the broken Play Cloud from Kusakabe's hand, and walked out of the barrier.

"Hiss— What does he mean by that? Doesn't he want to compare himself with me, the strongest sorcerer?"

Satoru Gojo pondered Shinsuke Zenin's thoughts.

"Cough, cough, is it possible that Shinsuke-sensei isn't interested in you?"

Kusakabe patted Satoru Gojo's shoulder and advised, "From my observation, Shinsuke-sensei seems to prefer fighting cursed spirits."

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean? I'm not even as good as a cursed spirit?"

This made Satoru Gojo a little unable to hold back. He was so eager to fight cursed spirits, but he wasn't interested in fighting him.

Was he looking down on him?

"Let's go, strongest sorcerer."

Utahime Iori supported Meimei and followed them out of the barrier.

"..." Satoru Gojo.

No one cared if he was as good as a cursed spirit.

The mission was over, and they could go back. As for the remaining work, it would be left to the other Grade 2 sorcerers.

A few days later, Shinsuke Zenin found he had a new nickname: Sorcerer Killer.

He didn't know who gave it to him, but combined with his image at Jujutsu High, everyone actually accepted the nickname.

Now it was perfect: one brother was the Sorcerer Killer, and the other was the Cursed Spirit Killer.

In the courtyard.

Shinsuke Zenin lay in his grandfather chair, idly basking in the early morning sunlight.

Training had little effect now, so he had gradually shifted his focus to hunting powerful cursed spirits.

However, there were still too few cursed spirits that met his requirements.

He didn't pay it much mind. In a few years, there would be more of them, and then he could level up with ease.

"Older Brother, look! I'm going to succeed!"

Maki was holding her breath, her entire body straining. She clasped her hands together, and wisps of Cursed Energy gathered between her palms, forming a small stone made of Cursed Energy.

"Older Brother! I really succeeded!"

Maki's face lit up with joy, and she quickly handed the small stone in her palm to Shinsuke Zenin to see.

However, as soon as she turned around, she felt weak all over, her vision went black, and she stumbled forward.

"Thud."

Fortunately, Shinsuke Zenin reached out and steadied her, otherwise, she would have face-planted.

The small stone, filled with Cursed Energy, slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, dissipating into Cursed Energy.

"Tsk, tsk."

Shinsuke Zenin carried Maki to a chair and laid her down. His gaze fell upon Maki, who was sweating profusely under the big tree, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Of you two sisters, one is weaker than the other."

As expected of twin curses.

The two shared one person's talent, making it incredibly difficult to become stronger.

Unless both of them worked hard together, there might be a sliver of a chance.

In terms of strength, either Maki or Maki was holding the other back.

Maki lacked a bit of Cursed Energy, while Maki had a trace too much.

This caused Maki's Construction Cursed Technique to not be able to unleash its full power, and it also made the physical enhancement brought by Maki's Heavenly Restriction very weak.

To resolve this flaw, one of them had to die.

However, if the trace of Cursed Energy within Maki could be transferred to Maki's body, perhaps the twin curse could be resolved.

Shinsuke Zenin didn't know if Maki could cultivate Bloodline Power.

After all, Bloodline Power and Cursed Energy were polar opposites; only one could exist within the body.

He would have to wait until Maki's physical strength reached the required standard to try. The Cursed Energy within her was very weak, so it might succeed.

"Huh... What happened to me?"

A moment later, Maki woke up and found herself occupying her Older Brother's throne, looking bewildered.

Hadn't she been training her Cursed Technique?

"It's like this the first time. You'll get better with more practice," Shinsuke Zenin explained.

"Okay, it seems Maki still needs to work hard."

Maki was successfully fooled, thinking that this was normal for the first use of a Cursed Technique and didn't find anything amiss.

After all, her Older Brother would never lie to her.

Seeing this, Shinsuke Zenin reached out and ruffled her hair.

Actually, it didn't matter if she didn't work hard. The flaw was there. If it couldn't be compensated for, working hard wouldn't necessarily make her stronger. At least she would be more comfortable if she didn't try.

If he didn't have his cheat, he would probably still be slacking off, living off someone else's money somewhere.

For efforts that didn't yield results, he generally chose to find another way, an easier path.