Eat Shit, Hiromi Higuruma!

Eat shit, Hiromi Higuruma! Do you really have that much faith in Kinji Hakari?

In the Tokyo No. 2 Colony, Jie Jian looked doubtfully at Panda.

He didn't really understand Panda's confidence.

Of course I do! Panda instinctively retorted. That guy Kinji might have a bad personality, but his strength is unquestionable.

From Panda's perspective, unless they ran into the absolute strongest tier of Special Grade Sorcerers, there was no way Kinji could lose.

However, right at that moment, Jie Jian suddenly spoke up.

I'm not talking about his strength. Are you sure Kinji can convince someone to hand over their points?

Jie Jian's words were like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing Panda's confidence.

Uh... well, um.

Cold sweat broke out directly on Panda's face.

That's right!

Because Jie Jian was so easy to talk to, Panda had completely forgotten that getting other people to give up their hard-earned points was no easy task.

Coupled with the fact that Kinji had such an abrasive personality, could he really pull off persuading someone?

Panda's concerns were spot on. At that exact moment, Kinji was running into the very problem Jie Jian had mentioned.

Tokyo No. 1 Colony.

Inside the theater, after Hiromi Higuruma's Deadly Sentencing concluded, standing before him was Kinji, possessed of near-infinite cursed energy and the ability to automatically execute a Reverse Cursed Technique.

With only a single hammer that could automatically extend and enlarge left in his hands, Hiromi held not a shred of winning chance anymore.

After a battle that could hardly be called difficult, Kinji easily secured victory in his second bout against Hiromi.

At this moment, Hiromi lay flat on the theater floor, his hammer discarded to the side.

Kinji looked down at him from above.

Hey, Mr. Lawyer, I won. Hand your points over to me.

Hiromi stared at Kinji for three whole seconds, then slowly turned his head away.

I refuse.

Even though Kinji's jackpot state had ended by now, if Hiromi wanted to, he could trigger the third trial of Deadly Sentencing all over again.

Yet there was no point. Even if he opened it again, Kinji could just trigger Idle Death Gamble for a second time inside.

Once he hit the jackpot, he still wouldn't be the opponent's match.

In fact, even if Hiromi dragged things out until Kinji's jackpot ended once more, a Kinji without infinite cursed energy could simply choose not to fight him and run away straight up.

Hiromi's confiscation technique had a time limit. Kinji could easily stall until his technique recovered and then come back to find him.

Knowing he couldn't kill Kinji, Hiromi simply gave up on fighting entirely, lying shamelessly flat on the ground and refusing to move.

Watching Hiromi act like a total slacker, Kinji rubbed the bridge of his nose in a headache.

What is up with this guy? Is he the freeloader or am I the freeloader? How can someone like this even exist?!

Kinji suspected that Hiromi knew he needed his points and was deliberately ignoring him out of spite.

Since he had no idea where any other players with 100 points might be, Kinji couldn't just abandon Hiromi either.

He squatted down anxiously.

Hey, lawyer, what are you playing at here? Saving a life builds a seven-tier pagoda! Can you really just stand by and watch ordinary people slaughter each other inside the colony?

Yet, there wasn't a shred of desire to save anyone in Hiromi's eyes.

He spoke in a flat tone:

I've sensed the potential of the Culling Game. Sometimes the law is powerless, but what about the master rules of the Culling Game?

If the power granted to me is real, then those rules must be real too, right?

If there's no need for private or public prosecution, no need for deliberation, and anyone who violates the master rules gets punished as inevitably as the laws of physics, isn't that just wonderful?

I admit the master rules have a few issues, but I want to observe the foundational rules of the Culling Game. It would be a bother if it all ended so quickly.

Especially the stripping of cursed techniques in Rule 2 and Rule 8. I want to see that with my own eyes at least once.

Before Hiromi could finish speaking, a powerful foot kicked him squarely in the shoulder, sending him flying three meters away!

You bastard, mumbling on about nonsense, take this!

Kinji was no model student like Yuji Itadori.

Yuji would have listened to Hiromi's grievances, but Kinji certainly wouldn't!

Hiromi rolled across the ground several times. He neither cried out nor grew angry, simply lying there flat with a blank expression.

Seeing this, Kinji helplessly closed his eyes.

Although Kinji's appearance and personality leaned toward the wild side, those were merely his habits and preferences.

Deep down, he was actually quite perceptive and profound.

Upon hearing Hiromi mutter things like 'the law is powerless', 'private prosecution', and 'public prosecution'.

Combined with Hiromi's identity as a lawyer, Kinji immediately realized that Hiromi must have run into some extremely dark case.

The defendant in that case had undoubtedly been treated in a manner that completely violated the law.

And as their lawyer, he had failed to secure the justice they deserved, causing his mindset to completely collapse.

Kinji didn't have any good solutions for a situation like this.

Growing up in this country and knowing the upper echelons of Jujutsu Society, he was well aware of how many filthy and unreasonable things constantly went on beneath the surface of this nation.

That was precisely one of the reasons why he refused to keep working for the higher-ups of Jujutsu Society and ran off to open an underground fight club instead.

I really hate comforting people!

Kinji scratched his head, but given the current circumstances, he had no choice but to console Hiromi.

He cautiously stepped over to stand in front of Hiromi.

Um, Mr. Lawyer...

My name is Hiromi Higuruma.

Even though the two of them had been fighting for a long time, Hiromi hadn't introduced himself yet.

Lawyer Hiromi, I don't know what you ran into, but you're a lawyer! How can you just give up your faith in the law like this?! We've got to believe in the law.

Kinji anxiously racked his brain, trying to recall those legal dramas he had watched.

Even if you ran into some idiot judge handing out random verdicts, aren't you a lawyer? You can argue your case against him!

Isn't that how it always goes in TV shows? Look at that guy Li Gouhai—he gets targeted by judges and hounded by his peers, but doesn't he just keep on winning and winning in the end?!

Other people dare to talk back to judges in the courtroom, so why don't you dare pick a fight with one?!

Li Gouhai was the protagonist of the Japanese television series Victory Is Justice.

In the show, he was a lawyer boasting a 100% win rate, capable of securing victory no matter what opponent he faced.

As a lawyer, Hiromi naturally knew of that show's existence.

He turned his head to look at Kinji, whose expression lit up with hope.

Just as he thought Hiromi might have been moved by his words, Hiromi spoke up slowly.

You idiot, those are just TV shows. Everything on television is fake. How could any real lawyer ever talk back to a judge in reality?

Kinji took a resentful, deep breath.

So what if it's fake?! Even if it's fake, those are the scenes ordinary people want to see! That's the most earnest wish of the masses!

He looked anxiously at Hiromi.

Hiromi, didn't you ever think, before you became a lawyer, that one day you might run into an evil judge handing down arbitrary rulings?

Didn't you have even a shred of desire to fight back against him back then?

All those things from the past, do you truly not remember them anymore?

Kinji's words stirred up Hiromi's memories of the past.

All those things from the past... what you're talking about is the past...