Vulture's Pursuit

None of the onlookers made the first move. The white-haired, blue-eyed youth with black facial markings paid them no mind, reaching toward the rubble on his own.

"Dismantle."

Invisible slashes pulverized the debris, revealing the figure trapped beneath.

The Six Eyes noticed—the collapsed building had housed three people. That meant he had destroyed someone else's home and injured them in the process.

Gojo Satoru's Reverse Cursed Technique could only heal himself. Ryomen Sukuna's Reverse Cursed Technique, however, could be used on others as well.

But right now, he didn't have the Reverse Cursed Technique at all.

In other words, he couldn't heal anyone.

As someone who had grown up in a peaceful world, Su Wu found this somewhat troubling.

If it were Sukuna... the Great One wouldn't care at all about who he hurt.

And the Divine Child Gojo... was indifferent to strangers too. Whether he would even apologize was uncertain.

As for Su Wu himself, constrained by the good education he had received, he could still be considered a person with Schrödinger's morality.

"What do you want? Consider it compensation for the house." The white-haired, blue-eyed youth's tone remained cold even as he faced the scarred victims. Even his offer of compensation came across as condescending charity.

The mother and son whose house had been destroyed simply stared at the ruins behind them, glaring at him like wounded wolves.

People of Meteor City refused nothing. Likewise, no one could take anything from them.

Had he taken their house?

A fleeting, careless thought crossed Su Wu's mind.

Seeming to realize that hostility would only get them killed, the hostility in their eyes faded, replaced by demands: "A new house. Clothes. And food."

Well said. Su Wu had none of those.

But he had a way to compensate.

"Among these houses, is there one you want?" He gestured casually at the surrounding buildings.

"That one." One of them pointed to a house.

A grown man stood at the door of that house. When he noticed their gazes, his feet seemed to instinctively step back—but in the next instant, he lunged forward, closing in on the one who posed the greatest threat.

The blade in his hand glinted silver, nearly reaching the boy's neck.

Yes, this newcomer had some strength. But people of Meteor City were not the type to lie down and die.

"Even if I die, I'll take you first—" the man snarled, but the rest of his words never came out.

His body hung in midair, sliced into neat, even pieces by invisible blades.

Blood splattered. Limbs fell.

"...That's your house now." The white-haired, blue-eyed youth lowered his outstretched hand. The black markings on his face looked cruel and savage, a flicker of red seeming to gleam in his eyes.

He tossed out the words and turned to leave.

The so-called compensation was simply killing someone the mother and son wanted dead.

Fair. Reasonable.

When he reached an empty area, he raised his hand again—"Dismantle."

Nothing happened. Calm and still.

"System, why can't I use my skills anymore?" He stared at his palm.

Cursed Techniques require Cursed Energy to activate. The host's Cursed Energy is insufficient.

The system explained.

So they gave him the skills but not the corresponding amount of Cursed Energy.

It was like playing a game. Good news: the skill he pulled was strong.

Bad news: no mana to go with it. His Mana Bar was too short to sustain it.

"...How do I recover quickly? What if I run out of Cursed Energy in a fight?" Su Wu's face went cold, already imagining the bitter defeat of running out of mana mid-battle.

He had used Cursed Technique: Blue once, and Dismantle twice. And he was out of juice.

That was way too short and pathetic, wasn't it?

Might as well have inherited Gojo and Sukuna's Cursed Energy reserves too.

He had planned to fight his way all the way to District 1. But before he even started, it was already over.

Cursed Energy recovers naturally over time. Don't expect to be invincible from the start. This world has rules. The host has gained abilities, but with them come certain limitations.

The system added.

The laws of this world wouldn't let anyone become invincible so easily.

The system had only given him skills. Combined with the two ceilings' potential, the possibilities were nearly infinite.

But the most important thing was how he used that potential to grow. That process could only be done by Su Wu himself.

"Can the passive flaw of the Six Eyes really not be removed? My head hurts a lot." Su Wu frowned.

In the original story, Gojo Satoru needed to constantly replenish sugar because of the Six Eyes.

And now he had to do the same. But he hated sweets.

He had once eaten too much chocolate and gotten cavities. Because he didn't want to go to the dentist, he suffered for half a month—until his face swelled so badly he couldn't hide it anymore.

After that, Su Wu swore off sweets entirely.

But surely he wouldn't get cavities again now, right? He could eat as much sweets as he wanted, couldn't he?

The system played dead and didn't reply this time.

Su Wu awkwardly tried to extract Cursed Energy, sensing it slowly but steadily recovering within him.

That gave him a bit of reassurance.

Until the Six Eyes observed many people silently approaching him from all directions.

And at this moment, his Mana Bar still wasn't full.

Even so, he couldn't lose face on the surface.

"Too scared to come out, you trash?" The white-haired boy stood in the open space, head lowered, speaking to no one in particular.

"Tch—" He let out a scoff that sounded both contemptuous and impatient, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

"Dismantle." Only his voice was heard; he himself was nowhere to be seen.

As screams rang out, several figures hidden in the shadows were exposed one after another—and the moment they were exposed, they died.

"You killed our Vulture people; we won't let you get away with this," someone shouted just before dying.

"The killer is a Nen user; we need a lot of people to capture him..." Another person used a walkie-talkie to tip off the others.

The Six Eyes observed that many people were rapidly surrounding this area, and his Mana Bar, which had barely recovered a bit, was already bottomed out again.

If he stayed any longer, he'd probably be killed in return.

"Ha, try catching me first." The white-haired boy seemed to be struck by a playful whim, let out a laugh, tossed out a line, and turned to run.

It was as if this wasn't a serious revenge scene, but a game.

He sprinted through the residential area, the Six Eyes always finding the best escape route ahead of time.

Until he spotted a massive gate, guarded by dedicated personnel, with few people coming or going.

As he fled, his Cursed Energy recovered a little more, and Su Wu raised his hand.

"Blue."

The distant gate was instantly blown apart. As the gatekeeper's face twisted in terror, Su Wu flashed through the gate in an instant.

The environment of District 12 wasn't much different from District 13's—maybe a little cleaner—and it was almost entirely children, all of them seeming to be under eight years old.

Ah, so once they turn eight, they get kicked to District 13, huh.

Su Wu reached this conclusion on the fly through the clues observed by the Six Eyes.

His physical condition had definitely been greatly optimized, because running for a long time didn't tire him much; there was no way that was his original physique.

After locating the gate to the next district through the Six Eyes, he ran straight toward it. Before he even reached the gate, he saw a crowd of gatekeepers already on guard, blocking the entrance.

Looks like they'd already gotten the news; information travels surprisingly fast in Meteor City.

Su Wu thought to himself as he raised his hand from a distance. "Blue."

The gate was blown apart again.

Even with advance preparations, they still couldn't stop him.

"The mana recovery speed is way too slow." Su Wu sighed.

If his Mana Bar were long enough, he wouldn't need to drag out the chase to buy time for recovery; he could just go head-to-head with them directly.

As long as he didn't run into anyone particularly troublesome, he should be able to win.

He didn't like running away, but watching them fail to catch him was pretty amusing too.

PS: [Please remember that the protagonist is not Gojo Satoru or Sukuna himself.]