Suguru Geto stood on the rooftop, his loose monk's robe snapping in the evening breeze. He was disheveled and utterly bedraggled, but the bone-chilling killing intent surging in his dark eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
The spot on his backside where he had been attacked still throbbed. The slightest movement tugged at the wound, and the intense pain kept making the corners of his mouth twitch.
Akutagawa Shang walked over to the dazed Yuta Okkotsu and snapped his fingers in front of him.
"Hey, Yuta, snap out of it. Pull yourself together. Time to get ready to fight."
Yuta Okkotsu shook his head hard and came to his senses, looking at the two people who had appeared before him.
"Akutagawa... is this the tactic you were talking about?" he asked Akutagawa Shang, swallowing.
"Come on, did you forget what I told you? The whole point of no-holds-barred fighting is to defeat the enemy by any means necessary. What's the big deal?"
"Whatever the method, if it takes the enemy down, it's a good one."
"Get what I mean?" Akutagawa Shang flicked Yuta Okkotsu on the forehead.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Yuta Okkotsu nodded and raised the tachi in his hands again.
"None of you three are leaving this place." On the rooftop, the three-section staff in Suguru Geto's hand gleamed coldly.
Even now, he stubbornly believed that Maki had only beaten him so badly because he had carelessly let her ambush him. An extraordinary existence like Toji Fushiguro was a one-of-a-kind anomaly. There could never be a second.
As for Akutagawa Shang and Yuta Okkotsu, one was merely a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer, and the other a newly appointed Special Grade Sorcerer?
Hah, what a joke. Without Rika, he was nothing more than an ineffectual incompetent.
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