"Logically, it really is the simplest solution." Yuki Tsukumo nodded, her tone unruffled. "But I'm not that far gone."
Suguru Geto said nothing more.
He lowered his head, his fringe hiding the emotions in his eyes. His knuckles slowly whitened, and even the pain of his nails digging into his palms failed to bring him back.
What flashed through his mind was the principal of that middle school from a while ago-who had ruthlessly squeezed his students for better advancement rates to bolster his record, driving several to jump off buildings and ultimately giving rise to a special grade cursed spirit.
The students' despair, the principal's dismissiveness, and the way Jujutsu High's higher-ups had swept everything under the rug afterward stabbed like shards into his temples, throbbing.
The setting sun sank another inch. Shadows crept forward across the floor, slowly washing over the tips of his shoes and enveloping his dangling hands.
Half his face was bathed in light, the other submerged in darkness, leaving even his outline indistinct.
The soda bottle beneath Qingxiao's fingertips caved in slightly. He failed to notice the condensation splashing onto the back of his hand as he inwardly grumbled in exasperation:
Seriously, man, are you about to turn evil? Why are you thinking like that?
Seeing the shadows about to envelop Geto's shoulders, he waited no longer and spoke.
"That's wrong."
Qingxiao's voice suddenly rang out, quiet but carrying an unquestionable weight.
Suguru Geto raised his head and looked at him in confusion, his face returning to the light.
Qingxiao's posture remained casual, but his gaze was heavy with a rare seriousness.
"That's probably the hardest way of all." He spoke steadily, enunciating every word.
"Sorcerers make up one percent of humanity? There might not even be one in ten thousand. How many sorcerers