[At those words, the man wrapped in strange scraps of paper could only desperately take deep breaths inwardly as he faced the bloody scene before him, like an Asura descended upon the world, forcing his heart, which had nearly leaped into his throat, to gradually settle.]
[In fact, although only a few days had passed since he had awakened in this utterly unfamiliar modern society, his extraordinary adaptability as a sorcerer from the past had already allowed him to largely accept the general circumstances of this peaceful age.]
[He had even wandered in secret during the nationwide chaos of the "Million-Demon Night Parade" a few days earlier, personally witnessing the fighting methods and mental fortitude of this era's so-called "modern Jujutsu Sorcerers."]
[At the same time, to gather information, he had spent several days dealing with the two fools from the Q Organization whose heads you had just blown apart in an instant.]
[Initially, he had thought that modern Jujutsu Society, which had never undergone the brutal baptism of flying flesh and blood that his era had experienced, was practically a greenhouse, its sorcerers mostly weak, naive, and lacking lethal decisiveness.]
[But your appearance now had utterly shattered all his preconceived notions of this era and its Jujutsu Sorcerers like a thunderclap!]
[Even setting everything else aside, the emotionless cold-bloodedness and brutality you had displayed in less than a second would have made you an exceedingly rare aberration even in the savage world a thousand years ago where he had lived, where human lives were worth nothing and curses ran rampant.]
[And judging by your instantaneous reactions beyond the limits of human nerves, your counter to his Cursed Technique and perfect fine control, coupled with the terrifying physical damage you had inflicted with just two ordinary throwing knives, like a