A flash of understanding passed through Hajime Kashimo's eyes.
His cursed energy could not pull Jinichi Zenin over. The problem lay with that arm guard.
The positive charge he had planted inside Jinichi had been absorbed by the arm guard.
Although Hajime Kashimo had never seen the "Thunder Scale Armor" on Jinichi's arm before,
as the strongest sorcerer from four hundred years ago, he knew a thing or two about cursed tools.
A cursed tool capable of absorbing lightning-attributed cursed energy was not difficult to accept. He would not find it surprising for a great family like the Zenin Family to possess one.
"No wonder you dared come looking for me."
Hajime Kashimo took the iron staff off his shoulder, lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and launched himself forward, landing before Jinichi.
Looking down at the arm hanging amid the ruins, a trace of displeasure flashed through his eyes.
"Looks like you prepared for this long ago."
At this point, Hajime Kashimo was completely certain that Jinichi had come to him with some ulterior motive.
From the way Jinichi had deliberately brought up Yuta Okkotsu, he could conclude that Jinichi probably had a grudge against him.
And judging by Jinichi's strength, Hajime Kashimo knew he was no match for Yuta Okkotsu. He had clearly approached him intending to kill with a borrowed blade!
Even when he had still been alive, plenty of sorcerers had used the excuse of introducing strong opponents to secretly point him toward their enemies.
That was why Hajime Kashimo had never held back against people like Jinichi!
Jinichi's body was embedded in the rubble, completely motionless.
Hajime Kashimo stood before him, looking down at the arm reaching out from the broken stones.
The purple gleam on the arm guard was slowly fading, as though