Qingxiao looked at Suguru Geto and spoke, each word striking the empty storage room as though meant for the air, yet also meant for him:
"You damned cursed spirit. You dared to impersonate the principal and hide among people, continuing to breed despair to feed your true body. Today, I'll exorcise you myself."
Suguru Geto's Adam's apple bobbed hard.
This was a pretext, a way out for Jujutsu High, for the rules, for everyone.
Qingxiao had even prepared the excuse. He had made it clear that he was going through with this.
The principal on the floor froze, then seemed to understand something. His face turned deathly pale as he waved his hands and backed away:
"Don't say that, don't say that..."
Qingxiao ignored him, his gaze still fixed on Suguru Geto's face.
He was waiting for Suguru Geto to take a stance.
But Suguru Geto did not move. He only lowered his head and said nothing.
Qingxiao clenched his right fist. Cursed energy surged through Xiqu, and imaginary mass bore down. Without the slightest hesitation, he drove his fist hard into Satō's head.
Thud-
A dull burst rang out, and glaring red splashed across the wall. The wailing cut off abruptly, and the storage room fell into deathly silence.
The smell of blood slowly spread, seeping into their noses.
Suguru Geto stood in the doorway, his eyes open the entire time. He neither looked away nor took a step forward.
Even after that dull thud faded, even after Qingxiao withdrew his fist and leisurely wiped the blood from his hand, he remained in that same position.
His mind was blank, yet it also seemed filled with a jumble of voices.
For an instant, the person before him felt utterly unfamiliar.
But what sent an even deeper chill down his