Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake? Chapter 31

Before Megumi Fushiguro could hear those words, Leon had already closed in on him.

Another punch to the stomach!

Yet this time, even while taking the blow, Fushiguro successfully formed the hand signs and summoned the Divine Dogs.

The loyal black and white dogs leaped up and bit down on Leon's arm, refusing to let go even as their teeth shattered.

"This reminds me, Fushiguro. When a shikigami is destroyed, its power can be inherited by another shikigami, right?"

Leon swung the white Divine Dog around and drove a straight punch into it.

"Let's start with this one."

"Stop! Little White!"

Fushiguro hurriedly tried to dismiss the shikigami, but there was no way he could move faster than Leon's fist.

As he watched the fragments flying through the air gradually melt into shadows,

countless memories surfaced before Fushiguro's eyes.

The black and white Divine Dogs, his very first shikigami...

During the childhood after his parents disappeared, they had always remained by his side.

When his sister fell into a prolonged sleep and he was consumed by guilt, they had guarded him day and night.

And during his first mission, when Gojo had casually thrown him into the fray, they had protected him from harm as well.

Megumi Fushiguro's stress bar was shoved aside by his rage meter.

He was furious!

He formed hand signs with both hands, and white fur emerged across the body of the remaining black Divine Dog.

Its bones underwent a drastic transformation, its body grew even larger, and it took on something of a werewolf's appearance.

There was no time to mourn Little White's death. The next to take the stage was—

Divine Dog: Totality!

Megumi Fushiguro raised both hands into a canine-fang-like fighting stance and pointed at Leon from afar.

"Let's go, Little Black. Carry Little White's will with you."

Wow, these animal friends even had names?

Leon was impressed.

But no matter what, he had learned something. Another victory for Viltrumite education!

Was I truly a rising star in the education world?

Chapter 36: Sorry, I Couldn't Hold Back

In conclusion, when Megumi Fushiguro got angry, he only got angry for a moment.

The newly born Divine Dog: Totality might have been able to break through the defenses of a special-grade cursed spirit, but it was still far too weak for Leon.

In his words:

"Your damage can't even level up my adaptation. You need more practice."

But after three days of this Viltrumite-style education, the results had been quite good.

Leon dared say that, setting everything else aside, their punching ability had definitely undergone a qualitative transformation.

Even Shoko Ieiri admitted that she felt she had improved quite a bit in the field of reattaching severed limbs.

After all, the jujutsu world had never seen such a madman, someone who chopped off his students' arms for fun every day.

If her own abilities were a little stronger, or if Sukuna were a little more cooperative,

she had every reason to suspect that next time, it would not be as simple as severed arms.

As for Fushiguro, although he clenched his fists and started chanting "Buru Buru" every time he saw Leon,

after he stopped slacking off, he could now squeeze out enough cursed energy to protect himself while summoning two shikigami.

Now, no matter what kind of injuries he suffered, as long as he remained conscious and had cursed energy, he could maintain his shikigami.

Out of sheer habit, Leon had wanted to train him until he could summon shikigami even after having his arms severed.

And Fushiguro, carrying the grief and fury of Little White's death, had cooperated wholeheartedly.

Only after the master and student had each lost an arm three times did Leon remember the core issue.

"Oh, right. You need both hands to form signs when summoning shikigami."

Upon hearing that, Shoko, who was standing nearby, took off one of her high heels and hurled it at Leon's head.

"Fushiguro was perfectly normal, yet he actually followed you into doing something so stupid. Why do I feel like you've driven this batch of students insane?"

"Me? I'm perfectly normal. They're the crazy ones. A normal person would run the moment they heard their arm was going to be cut off. Look at them, they're actually enjoying it."

Leon crossed his arms and shrank back slightly.

"Just thinking about it is terrifying."

Shoko felt there was no point talking to this man, so she kept throwing her shoe until the heel broke off.

Today was the final day of special training. According to Itadori, Leon was elusive and unpredictable. If she did not throw it now, she might never get another chance.

"I think being around you is more exhausting than being around Satoru. It wastes so many things."

"Send the bill to Principal Yaga. He handles my pay."

Leon's lips curled upward, brimming with the confidence of someone with an official teaching position.

"Look on the bright side. At least you can hit me."

"What's the difference between that and not being able to hit you at all?"

The two bickered as they watched the students in the middle of the field spar with one another. They were no longer comparable to how they had been before.

And now, Leon had one final segment left—

Fighting Mahoraga.

The location was an uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean.

After today's training, Leon had directly carried the boat provided by Jujutsu High, transporting the students and Shoko here.

Standing on the boat, watching themselves gradually draw closer to the sea's surface,

then watching Leon fly up from below and land on the deck,

the students were almost used to this outside teacher occasionally pulling out something else unbelievable.

"Teacher Leon really is an alien, isn't he? Can cursed energy really do something like this?"

"Salmon!"

"I agree with what Inumaki said."

Before the six students, Leon clasped his hands behind his back and slowly said,

"All right. After three days of hellish special training, I'm fairly satisfied with everyone's progress. I'm sure Gojo would be very surprised to see you as you are now."

"Teacher, I think it'd be more of a shock."

Shoko raised her hand behind him, and the Jujutsu High students nodded along.

The Viltrumite's CPU filtered out those words, and he continued,

"The final lesson is for all of you—and for me—to witness the power of the ultimate shikigami wielded by a Zenin Clan Ten Shadows sorcerer."

"Fushiguro, come here."

Leon grabbed Megumi Fushiguro, who was trying to hide, by the collar and flew him over to the island.

He tossed him down, then stepped onto the sand himself as a wave washed over his ankles.

He said to the hesitant Megumi Fushiguro before him,

"Haven't you always wanted to use it? Go ahead and try it. You haven't developed some teacher-student attachment, have you?"

"I'm not taking responsibility for this... Buru Buru, Yura Yura."

The shadows of wolf and frog intertwined. From within the bound, massive white cocoon, a blade stabbed out first.

Mahoraga stepped out from within.

The Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General, with four wings growing from its eyes, attacked Megumi Fushiguro with its very first move.

As the wind from its massive palm blew apart his spiky black hair, Leon grabbed him by the back of the collar and yanked him away.

Then he casually punched Mahoraga.

Boom—

The resulting shockwave sent every palm tree on the island rippling and toppling over, forcing the incoming waves back.

Half of Mahoraga's body disintegrated and scattered into the air, leaving only its two legs and the Dharma wheel above its head twitching in confusion.

Leon rose onto his toes and sent Megumi Fushiguro back to the boat. By the time he returned to where he had been,

his opponent was already gradually restoring its body.

Clang!

The golden Dharma wheel turned with difficulty. Mahoraga had begun to adapt.

It ground its teeth—or perhaps that was simply because it had no lips.

Its enormous fist rose and threw a second punch at Leon.

Leon cut it off with a hand chop, then picked up the severed arm and used it like a baseball bat to blast Mahoraga's body apart again.

The overflowing force carved vast trenches through the forest beside the beach.

Far away, aboard the drifting boat, seven people each held a pair of binoculars and watched the battle.

"I'd already vaguely felt it when he cut off my arm, but Teacher Leon's strength is way too ridiculous, isn't it?"

"Salmon!"

"Fushiguro, do you think Mahoraga can deal with Leon?"

Holding his binoculars, Itadori leaned closer to Fushiguro.

"I'm not sure. According to the records, even several heads of the Gojo Clan couldn't do anything against it.

Mahoraga is the strongest shikigami, capable of adapting to anything. As long as you can't destroy it in one blow, then it is—"

INVINCIBLE

The instant he finished speaking, everyone heard a tremendous crash.

Mahoraga had vanished from the beach. All they could see was Leon, striking the ground with one hand.

The next second, the island suddenly dropped several meters as if frames had been skipped. Then invisible waves rapidly spread outward from its center.

The mountain at the center let out a tearing wail as the trees, rocks, and living creatures across the surface were swiftly swept away and erased by that force.

Finally, towering waves rose into the sky and completely blocked the view of the seven people from Jujutsu High.

"Huh?"

Amid the stunned crowd, Itadori skillfully opened a private chat.

[West China Tiger: Leon, help! We're about to die!]

[Viltrumite Honor Student: Sorry, I've been holding back for too long. I got carried away and couldn't stop myself.]

Immediately afterward, Leon burst through the wall of water, leaving a hole as he flew toward the boat.

He plunged beneath the water and lifted the boat high into the air.

Only then did they see the island's current state. It had fallen apart and was gradually sinking into the deep sea.

As he held up the boat, Leon recalled what had just happened.

Judging by the feel of it, Mahoraga's current method of adapting to physical damage was to gradually raise its own strength until it could withstand it.

Perhaps because the wheel had not turned enough times, there was no sign of it adapting to the concept itself yet.