Kento Nanami had gone on a trip with his best friend, a former classmate and current coworker, to unwind. Now, not only had his leisurely break been forcibly interrupted by overtime, but he had also encountered a powerful enemy who could threaten his life.
After bluntly complaining that overtime-and work, labor itself-was shit, Kento Nanami tightened his grip on the cleaver-shaped Grade 1 Cursed Tool in his hand.
Kento Nanami's cursed technique was called the Ratio Technique. It could forcibly create a weak point on any target, whether an object or a living being.
Once he created a weak point on a target, attacking that spot would deal critical damage. Every slash hit like fire, every slash a critical strike, making its damage terrifying.
He stared gravely at the cursed spirit Mahito before him. Mahito wore a bright, cheerful smile. If he had not been a cursed spirit covered in patchwork stitches, he would have looked every bit the sunny, outgoing young man.
Kento Nanami watched Mahito intently, while Mahito raised his chin slightly and looked down at him with the confidence of a predator certain of his kill.
"Come on, buddy. Let's go!"
As Mahito's flippant words fell, the former Blond Curse User beside him, whom he had transformed from a human into a monster with his cursed technique, rushed toward Kento Nanami.
Given the severity of his crimes, the Blond Curse User would undoubtedly have faced death even if Kento Nanami had taken him into custody. But having a criminal turned into a monster and made to cavort before him, forcing him to kill the man himself, left a feeling that was truly impossible to put into words.
Sympathy? Pity? Sorrow?
The instant the monster reached Kento Nanami and raised his monstrous claws to strike, Nanami drove the