[Compared with the Zenin Clan's front courtyard, which might already have descended into clamor and flames because of the disturbance, the training ground in the hills behind the main residence, nestled deep within the estate and enclosed by dense vegetation, lay in suffocating silence.]
[This was an enclosed area the Zenin Clan had reserved for generations of direct descendants to hone their martial skills and cursed energy. Hundreds of years had left heavy scars on this land, and the towering ancient trees stood like gnarled pillars, brutally dividing the already dim moonlight.]
[Mottled shadows fell across the cracked bluestone slabs like countless ghostly hands struggling soundlessly in the dark, twisting without a sound in the deathly stillness.]
[No Curtain had been erected to block outside eyes or ears. To the man standing here, this had never been a fight that needed concealing. It could even be called a game.]
[It was nothing more than an "execution show" he controlled entirely, staged to satisfy his twisted vanity and perverse desire for control.]
["Hah... hah..."]
[Among the silent ancient trees, all that remained was young Megumi Fushiguro's breathing, unusually heavy and rapid from severely exhausting his cursed energy, echoing across the empty grounds.]
[Only the size of a first grader, he looked so frail and small. His little body leaned against a thick tree trunk, and his dark, child-sized Jujutsu High uniform was already soaked through with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his back and sending waves of bone-piercing cold through him.]
[Although his body bore no bruises or wounds from a beating, his face was as pale as paper, his lips faintly purple, and his mind had been pushed to the brink of collapse.]
[In front of Megumi Fushiguro, Divine Dog: White and Divine Dog: Black, each as large as an