Naoya Zenin had already been ready to leave.
He had watched the entire battle, from the two-car collision to the flowerpot striking a head, from Domain Expansion to the weightlifting showdown, from a house smashing into the pool to the hand-to-hand kill, and the Grade 2 Cursed Spirit swooping in to reap the spoils.
Finally, he heard Megumi Fushiguro call out that name.
"Mahoraga."
Naoya's expression froze in an instant.
"Oh, no, no, no, no. What did you summon?!"
His pupils abruptly contracted, and cold sweat broke out across his back.
Of course he knew what Mahoraga was.
The ultimate shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique, untamed, unable to distinguish friend from foe, adapting to all attacks before eliminating its targets.
Naoya had never imagined that Megumi Fushiguro would blow himself up like a Middle Eastern terrorist!
Wasn't it just a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit?!
Was that really necessary?!
You could've just called out to me, and I would've swatted it dead for you!!
Then he suddenly realized something even more terrifying, like a bolt of lightning striking his brain.
His current position, on the roof of the swimming facility, was less than fifty meters from Megumi Fushiguro.
At that distance, he was also within Mahoraga's attack range, and Mahoraga made no distinction between friend and foe. It would eliminate every living thing within range, including him, crouching on the roof and watching the show.
"Fuck!"
Naoya cursed, his body already moving. He turned and ran, his trench coat trailing an afterimage behind him.
Projection Sorcery activated beneath his feet, and he sprinted away from the swimming facility like a bolt of black lightning.
He had to escape immediately. Any later would be too late. He had no desire to die here alongside that suicidal lunatic.
On Desolate Street, space