Toji Fushiguro's eyes suddenly snapped open as he looked in the direction 'Lin Mu' pointed.
A boy with spiky hair and a somewhat world-weary look was staring nervously in this direction.
In that instant, Toji Fushiguro suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. That boy really did resemble him somewhat in his younger days.
"That guy? Come to think of it, he really does look like I did back then."
"But how did you know?"
"And you seem to know my real name?"
'Lin Mu' spoke calmly. "Dead people don't need to know that much."
Toji Fushiguro smiled. "True enough."
"Looks like they didn't break their promise. This kid really does carry my surname."
"Now, I truly have nothing left to cling to."
Toji Fushiguro laughed freely, finally at peace. What awaited him, however, was 'Lin Mu's iron fist aimed straight at his temple.
Bang—! A deafening crash rang out.
Very quickly, Toji Fushiguro's eyes turned vacant, and his face gradually reverted to that of the old woman's grandson.
Watching from afar, Megumi felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
It felt as though he had missed something very important.
Yet he could not put it into words. He figured it might have been a side effect of exhausting too much cursed energy.
"That's it?"
Even Naobito Zenin's voice had turned strange.
He had always considered the Heavenly Tyrant, the pinnacle of physical prowess, to be unbeatable in hand-to-hand combat. Yet he had just been completely crushed by 'Lin Mu'?
The fight had lasted only a few minutes, and he had already been killed!
Once again, 'Lin Mu' had overturned Naobito Zenin's understanding of strength.
"Is this guy really going to become someone who surpasses Satoru Gojo?"
"Just what kind of background does he have?"
"Why does he possess such immense