[Naoya Zenin's voice was as cold as a poisoned blade, but he did not lash out immediately. After all, this was a bustling street full of ordinary people.]
[As the Zenin Clan's legitimate son, he was arrogant, but he was not a complete idiot.]
[If he attacked here and things escalated enough for that irritating "Window" to detect it, he would inevitably be punished when he returned home.]
["Tch. What a buzzkill."]
[He decided to leave first, but before leaving, he had to make this "mediocre peer" who did not know his place pay a price.]
[Even if he only brushed past you, he would cripple one of your arms and leave you screaming on the ground like a real dog, quelling the inexplicable irritation in his heart.]
["We're leaving."]
[Naoya coldly ordered the Kukuru Unit attendants behind him, then turned around, seemingly preparing to walk away.]
[The instant he turned his back on you, a cruel, vicious grin curled his lips.]
[Without any warning, the world on his retinas was instantly divided into twenty-four frozen frames.]
["Projection Sorcery" activated.]
[It was the blindingly fast cursed technique the Zenin Clan prided itself on. As long as he preset his movements, he could gain speed beyond common sense within that second.]
[At that moment, his body seemed to break free of the constraints of physics, becoming an afterimage impossible for the naked eye to catch within a thousandth of a second.]
[He forcibly altered what should have been a forward step in the very first frame. At an extremely tricky and lethal angle, Naoya drove his shoulder, infused with an enormous amount of cursed energy from his entire body, straight at your right collarbone like a heavy artillery shell fired from its barrel!]
[If that blow landed, half an ordinary sorcerer's