"Ten Shadows Technique..."
When those words passed through the Kukuru Unit member's trembling lips and reached Ogi Zenin's ears clearly, the thread called "reason" in his mind snapped completely under the impact of that announcement.
In an instant, a towering, nightmarish figure occupied all of Ogi Zenin's thoughts without warning.
It was Toji Fushiguro, the man who possessed not even a trace of cursed energy, whom the entire clan considered trash worth less than a monkey, yet who had relied on that extraordinary body and sheer, unreasonable violence to trample the Zenin Clan's proud jujutsu heritage and its cherished hierarchy beneath his feet!
Even someone as arrogant as Ogi Zenin harbored a fear beneath his perpetually cold face that he would never admit, even in death.
At that moment, though he did everything he could to remain composed, the fingers gripping his sword hilt spasmed faintly beyond his control.
His body, the muscles and bones Toji had once crushed as easily as squashing a bug, still vividly remembered that terrifying pressure he had tried countless ways to forget completely.
What a joke... what a fucking joke!!!
Ogi Zenin roared madly inside, his features hideously contorted.
He simply could not accept this absurd reality. That man, who had chosen to leave the towering tree that was the Zenin Clan like a stray dog, had actually sent back a child who had perfectly inherited the clan's supreme bloodline and awakened the Ten Shadows Technique?!
And how did that compare? In Ogi Zenin's deeply stubborn and extreme view, the Projection Sorcery that clan head Naobito took such pride in was merely a mutated trick that had emerged in recent times. Its historical roots were pathetically shallow; there was no need even to bother debating whether it counted as a legitimate inherited technique.
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