Yoshinobu Gakuganji took off his outer robe, his hunched body gradually straightening. The black skintight suit outlined his muscular upper body.
"Sorry, Yaga. This is the path you and I chose!"
Gakuganji suddenly charged forward and threw a punch wrapped in cursed energy.
Masamichi Yaga crossed his arms, but after taking the punch head-on, he was sent flying and slammed violently into a concrete wall.
"Puh—"
Yaga coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body swaying.
Though both were Grade 1 sorcerers, Yoshinobu Gakuganji possessed top-tier combat talent. His strength was no weaker than Naobito Zenin's.
Masamichi Yaga's technique, however, was "Cursed Corpse Manipulation." Without any puppets, his personal fighting ability was not even on par with that of a Grade 2 sorcerer.
Watching Gakuganji draw closer, Yaga gave a bitter laugh and sat on the ground, abandoning all resistance.
Yet a thought rose in his heart—at the final moment of his life, he would tell Gakuganji how to create a "fully autonomous Cursed Corpse."
If he handed over the method for creating Cursed Corpses, Yaga could avoid the death sentence right now. Yet he insisted on revealing it only before his death.
That was right. This was a curse—a curse Yaga was placing on Gakuganji with his own life.
Once Gakuganji learned the method of creating Cursed Corpses, if he chose to turn it over, then the death of his friend Yaga would become utterly meaningless.
But if he did not turn it over, then everything he had done for so long would lose its meaning, equivalent to denying his own convictions.
But Yaga knew that Gakuganji definitely would not hand it over.
This was a bet he could not lose. For the rest of his life, Gakuganji would have to endure the condemnation of his conscience.
Of course,