[You paused for half a second, countless considerations flashing through your brain like a precision computer.]
[In the end, you did not attack immediately. Instead, you expressionlessly slipped a hand into your pocket and took out the metal lighter you carried with you.]
["Click."]
[The crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out in the breeze, followed by a flickering blue flame tinged with yellow.]
[You stepped forward and, with an almost eerie calm, lit the cigarette dangling from the mouth of the man before you, whose entire body radiated an overwhelmingly dangerous presence.]
[Your calculations were perfectly clear. Although you still had absolutely no idea why he had appeared here or how his Cursed Technique worked, with him knowing more about you than you knew about him, and with his considerable strength, buying as much time as possible was naturally an advantageous choice that perfectly suited your absolutely rational logic.]
[After all, as long as your Phantom Parade could buy enough time to fully analyze and replicate his terrifying Cursed Energy, you could counter his Cursed Technique and establish absolute dominance in the ensuing conflict.]
[As a wisp of smoke curled upward, you stepped back to your original position, discreetly keeping your gaze fixed on him through your lenses.]
[Another thought occurred to you. If this man with the exaggerated pompadour really was an ancient sorcerer revived through Incarnation, just like Reiji, whom you had killed at the hotel earlier, then there were bound to be enormous gaps in his knowledge of modern, twenty-first-century society.]
[Not just its operating rules, but also the distribution of power within today's Jujutsu Society, modern ideas, and even the inside story behind this bounty-he most likely knew nothing about any of it.]
[After all, Kenjaku, the mastermind behind the entire Culling Game and