Utahime Iori finally saw the legendary King of Curses. "Pfft."
Then her dreams shattered into pieces. "Pffhehe."
Utahime's face remained expressionless as she said flatly, "If you want to laugh, then laugh." "Pfft-hahahaha, hahahahahaha!" Mahito laughed outrageously loudly. Utahime gritted her teeth.
Because the King of Curses had destroyed the Zenin Clan, every ambitious sorcerer had studied that battle in detail. Utahime was no exception. She was also one of the lucky ones. She often bickered with Satoru Gojo, but both she and Gojo trusted each other deeply, so Utahime knew more than most.
Others only knew that the King of Curses was terrifying, cruel, and violent, but she knew the Zenin Clan had brought it entirely upon themselves.
On the contrary, the King of Curses had a good image in her eyes. He had suffered humiliation, yet he had not taken brutal revenge against the Zenin Clan.
Back then, the King of Curses had gone alone to their doorstep on a stormy night. Every surviving elder, child, and weak member of the Zenin Clan had heard him announce his name like divine thunder, as though an ancient warrior had come alone to challenge an entire clan. It had been remarkably elegant and dashing.
He truly had possessed the spirit of old times. He had spared the old and weak, leaving seeds behind for the Zenin Clan. But now...
"Pffhehehe, hehehehe." Mahito could not stop laughing. He wore an ordinary white shirt and dark trousers, barefoot, with shoulder-length white hair that looked somewhat messy from lack of care. He sat on a floor cushion in an extremely impolite posture, one leg folded while the other stood raised, looking just like a college student casually sitting on tatami at home.
If Utahime had not confirmed through everyone else's reactions that he