None of the onlookers made the first move. The white-haired, blue-eyed boy, black markings across his face, ignored them and reached toward the ruins on his own.
"Dismantle." An invisible slash pulverized the rubble, revealing the figure trapped beneath it.
The Six Eyes had noticed that three people lived in the house he'd just knocked down. That meant he'd wrecked someone else's home and injured them, too.
Gojo Satoru's Reverse Cursed Technique could only heal himself, while Ryomen Sukuna's could heal not only himself but others as well.
But right now, he didn't have Reverse Cursed Technique at all.
Which meant he couldn't heal anyone else.
Having grown up in a harmonious world, Su Wu found this rather troubling.
If it had been Sukuna... That bastard wouldn't have cared who he'd hurt.
And Divine Child Gojo... was indifferent toward strangers, too. He might not even apologize.
As for Su Wu himself, thanks to his good upbringing, he still had something of a Schrödinger's sense of morality.
"What do you want? Consider it compensation for the damage to your house." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy remained cold toward the battered victims. Even his offer of compensation sounded like a condescending handout.
The mother and her children stared at the house that had vanished behind them, glaring at him like wounded wolves.
People in Meteor City refused nothing. By the same token, no one could take anything from them.
Had he taken their home from them?
A fleeting thought crossed Su Wu's mind.
Perhaps realizing that their hatred would only get them killed, the malice in their eyes faded. They made their demands instead. "A new house, clothes, and food."
Nicely put. Su Wu had none of those.
But he did have a way to compensate them.
"Do you want any of these houses?" He casually gestured toward the surrounding buildings.
"That one." One of them pointed to a house.
An adult man stood in the doorway. When he noticed them looking, he seemed to instinctively step back—but in the next instant, he sprang forward, closing in on the person he saw as the greatest threat.
The blade in his hand flashed silver, stopping just short of the boy's neck.
Sure, this new kid had some strength, but people in Meteor City weren't the type to sit around and wait for death.
"Even if I die, I'll at least—" the man snarled, but the rest of his words never came.
His body was sliced in midair into eight neat pieces by an invisible blade.
Blood sprayed. Limbs hit the ground.
"That house is yours now." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy lowered his outstretched hand. The black markings on his face looked wicked and cruel, and a red light seemed to flicker in his eyes.
He left them with those words and turned to go.
That was what compensation meant: killing someone the mother and her children wanted dead.
Fair enough. Reasonable enough.
Only when he reached an empty area did he raise his hand again. "Dismantle."
Everything remained peaceful. Nothing happened.
"System, why can't I use my skills anymore?" He looked at his palm as he asked.
[Jujutsu requires Cursed Energy to activate. The host doesn't have enough Cursed Energy.] the system explained.
So it had given him the skills without enough Cursed Energy to use them.
Like playing a game. Good news: he'd rolled a powerful skill.
Bad news: he hadn't been given enough mana to use it. His Mana Bar was too short, and he couldn't afford the cost.
"...How do I recover quickly? What if I run out of Cursed Energy while fighting someone?" Su Wu asked with a cold expression, already imagining himself losing a fight because his Mana Bar was too short.
One use of Cang and two uses of Dismantle, and he was out of mana.
That was ridiculously weak.
It should've passed down Gojo Satoru and Sukuna's Cursed Energy to him, too.
He'd wanted to fight his way all the way to District 1. He hadn't even started, and it was already over.
[Cursed Energy naturally recovers over time. Don't expect to be invincible from the start. This world has rules. The host has certain limitations alongside the abilities he received.] the system added.
The laws of this world wouldn't let anyone become invincible with ease.
The system had only given him skills—and, combined with the two powerhouses, seemingly limitless potential.
But the most important thing was learning to grow by making use of that potential. That was something Su Wu had to do himself.
"Can't you get rid of the Six Eyes' passive drawback? My head hurts," Su Wu said, frowning.
In the original story, Gojo Satoru had needed to keep replenishing his sugar because of the Six Eyes.
Now Su Wu had to do the same, but he hated sweets.
He'd once eaten too much chocolate and gotten cavities. Since he didn't want to go to the hospital, he'd endured the pain for half a month, until his swollen face finally became impossible to hide.
After that, Su Wu had wanted nothing to do with sweets.
But he probably wouldn't get cavities anymore, right? Could he eat as many sweets as he liked now?
This time, the system played dead and didn't answer.
Su Wu clumsily tried to draw on his Cursed Energy. He felt it recovering at a slow but steady pace.
That reassured him a little.
Until the Six Eyes noticed a number of people quietly closing in from all around him.
And his Mana Bar still wasn't full.
Even so, he couldn't afford to lose face.
"Too scared to come out, you trash?" The white-haired boy stood in the open space with his head bowed, speaking to no one in particular.
"Tch—" He clicked his tongue, sounding both disdainful and impatient, then vanished from where he stood.
"Dismantle." Only his voice remained; he was nowhere to be seen.
Screams rang out, and several figures hiding in the shadows were exposed. The moment they were revealed was also the moment they died.
"You killed one of Vulture's people. We won't let you get away with it!" someone shouted as he lay dying.
"The killer's an ability user. We need a lot of people to catch him..." someone else reported into a walkie-talkie.
The Six Eyes spotted a large group rapidly closing in around the area. The little Cursed Energy he'd managed to recover was already gone again.
If he stayed, they'd probably turn the tables on him.
"Ha. Catch me first." The white-haired boy laughed as if he'd suddenly found the whole thing amusing, tossed out those words, and ran.
It was as if this weren't a serious scene of revenge, but a game.
He sprinted through the residential area, and the Six Eyes always spotted the best escape route before he did.
Then he found a massive gate, with a guard posted outside. Few people went in or out.
As he ran, Su Wu recovered a little Cursed Energy. He raised his hand.
"Cang."
The gate in the distance blew apart. As the gatekeeper stared in horror, Su Wu flashed through the entrance.
District 12 wasn't much different from District 13—just a little cleaner. It seemed to have almost nothing but children, all of them looking younger than eight.
Ah, so once you turned eight, they sent you to District 13.
Su Wu reached that conclusion while running, based on what he observed through the Six Eyes.
His physical abilities must have improved tremendously, too. Running for so long hadn't made him very tired. There was no way this was his old body.
The Six Eyes helped him find the gate to the next district up. He ran straight toward it, but before he reached the entrance, he saw a large group of guards blocking the way, clearly prepared for him.
Looks like they'd already heard the news. Information traveled surprisingly fast in Meteor City.
Thinking to himself, Su Wu raised a hand from far away. "Cang."
The gate blew apart once again.
Even with advance warning, they still couldn't stop him.
"Recovering mana is way too slow," Su Wu sighed.
If his Mana Bar were long enough, he wouldn't have to run around to buy time for it to recover. He could just take them on head-on.
As long as he didn't run into anyone too difficult, he should be able to win.
He didn't like running away, but there was something kind of fun about them being unable to catch him.
P.S. [Please remember that the protagonist is not Gojo Satoru or Sukuna.]
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