[Your deep gaze lingered briefly on Noritoshi Kamo's face, filled with shock and awe, before you silently unequipped the "Dimensionality Reduction Analysis" card deep within your consciousness.]
[You had shown Noritoshi Kamo enough.]
[This microscopic manipulation of blood was less a specific move than a broad tactical proposition, an entirely new realm of understanding.]
[The principle itself was brutally simple: breaking macroscopic blood down into a microscopic mist.]
[The real difficulty lay like an impassable chasm in whether the user possessed the talent and perseverance to practice day after day and improve their fine control of cursed energy.]
[During your demonstration, you had "Dimensionality Reduction Analysis" equipped to assist you, so you had dissected the underlying logic and energy flow of this operation for him. Noritoshi Kamo had no trouble understanding the theory; all that remained was for him to put it into practice himself.]
[You did not know to what extent the boy before you, burdened with his family's responsibilities, would ultimately master this skill.]
[But you knew perfectly well that, in terms of aptitude for jujutsu and conventional talent alone, this legitimate son of the Three Great Families was far superior to you, no matter how you looked at it.]
[After all, he was the Kamo Clan's legitimate son.]
[At most, you were an outsider who had entered the field halfway through.]
[Besides, his world was pure.]
[He had only one cursed technique: "Blood Manipulation."]
[His situation was completely unlike yours. You had to devote enormous energy to learning a multitude of complex things, coordinating the overall picture, and even manipulating politics.]
[He, however, could pour his entire life and concentration into this one thing.]
[In all fairness, you felt that as long as Noritoshi Kamo truly mastered this assassination technique of reducing blood to invisible particles, then