Chapter 44: Shiki (Please support the stats)
Chingetsu placed the mirror securely inside a box, then used Killer Queen's ability to turn the box into a bomb. This way, it served as an early warning.
Chingetsu looked at his handiwork with satisfaction. Meanwhile.
Somewhere in Fusang. "Gojo Chingetsu!!!"
"Damn it, damn it! He actually forced me to lose another clone." Kimura €€suke clutched his head, kneeling on the ground and roaring in agony. Every time a clone died, its pain was transmitted to his original body a hundredfold. And this was already the second time Chingetsu had destroyed one of his clones.
Of Chi, Mei, and the two Liangs, two were already gone.
Every one of those clones had died at Gojo Chingetsu's hands.
Not only that, he had also ruined the Hannya the organization had painstakingly cultivated. At the thought of the boss's cruel methods.
Even someone as ruthless as Kimura €€suke could not help shuddering. "Bastard, I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!"
His venomous curses echoed through the pitch-black underground crypt for a long time. "Kimura, could you shut that disgusting mouth of yours?" "You're disturbing my meal."
A young voice rang out, thick with impatience.
"Shiki, my clone! He killed another one of my clones!" "Oh, don't you still have two more? Why do you care so much?"
"What would a thing like you, neither human nor ghost, know about how precious my clones are?" A trace of contempt appeared on Kimura €€suke's face.
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The ghostly flames inside the crypt suddenly flared, their eerie blue light casting sinister shadows throughout its interior. A strange figure with a body only the size of a six-year-old child's and an enormous head slowly turned around. Shiki, a hybrid of a cursed spirit and a human.
No one in the organization except the boss knew where he came from, but that did nothing to stop Kimura €€suke from loathing him. A thing that was neither human nor ghost.
His greatest pleasure was eating living people, especially young women.
Shiki looked up at Kimura €€suke. He seemed not to have understood the contempt in Kimura €€suke's words and simply continued gnawing on the woman's arm in his hands.
On closer inspection, the woman's arm was still twitching slightly.
Only half an hour later did Shiki wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.
"Kimura, I told you long ago not to act right under those jujutsu sorcerers' noses." "Look at you now. You're like a rabid dog."
"How about this? Supply me with a month's worth of live food, and I'll take care of that Gojo Chingetsu for you." A flicker of greed crossed Shiki's eyes.
"Hmph, as long as you get rid of that fellow, forget a month. What would even a year matter?"
Kimura €€suke knew full well how terrifying his opponent was and did not believe for a moment that Shiki could deal with that monster, Gojo Chingetsu. "You said it. Don't go back on your word."
Shiki gave a sinister smile, exposing sharp fangs streaked with blood. "That Gojo Chingetsu, I'll eat him bite by bite." Fusang Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School.
On the athletic field, a black-haired boy with his hair tied in a bun faced a white-haired boy wearing sunglasses. "Satoru, take this!"
An invisible wave of pressure swept toward him as the black-haired boy lunged. Moving at high speed, the black-haired boy's figure instantly blurred.
That speed was beyond ordinary comprehension.
Suguru Geto was like a falcon diving on its prey from high above, his whipping kick becoming an eagle's sharp beak. The speed of that kick was unmatched.
But faced with Suguru Geto's fierce assault, Satoru Gojo did not panic. He kept shifting his steps from side to side, taking up a boxing stance.
Just as Suguru Geto's whipping kick was about to cleave downward, Satoru Gojo deftly sidestepped it.
Then he clamped one hand onto Suguru Geto's shoulder and forcefully swung him through a semicircle, neutralizing his attack. This was technique that transcended speed and strength.
Suguru Geto quickly adjusted his posture in midair and, using gravity's momentum, attacked Satoru Gojo again.
Their fight relied entirely on hand-to-hand technique. Satoru Gojo used no cursed energy, and Suguru Geto did not employ Cursed Spirit Manipulation either.
Suguru Geto's fighting techniques were unpredictable and varied, while Satoru Gojo's footwork was even more nimble and changeable.
Whenever Suguru Geto's attacks were about to land, Satoru Gojo always managed to begin dodging in advance. Their hand-to-hand combat was like an exquisitely graceful dance.
One blurred black figure, one blurred white figure.
The two figures tangled together in combat, and dust instantly filled the entire field.
Finally, after another punch missed, Suguru Geto stopped and looked at the relaxed Satoru Gojo with a complicated expression. "Satoru, your rate of growth is terrifying. I never thought I'd lose to you even in the hand-to-hand combat I was proudest of." Suguru Geto's tone held some bitterness.
When they first enrolled, Satoru Gojo had still come to him for advice on hand-to-hand combat.
Back then, although Satoru Gojo was astonishingly brilliant at jujutsu, his fighting skills were a complete mess. Yet in this short span of less than a year, Satoru Gojo was already showing signs of surpassing his teacher.
That talent and progress stirred a sense of helplessness deep within him. No matter how he tried to catch up, he could never keep pace with Satoru Gojo.
Can I still be Satoru's best friend like this? A trace of confusion flickered in Suguru Geto's eyes.
Chapter 45: Masamichi Yaga's regret
Satoru Gojo clearly had not noticed anything unusual in Suguru Geto's tone.
"Satoru, why do you think Mr. Yaga wouldn't let us enter the supermarket earlier?" "Probably because he was afraid we couldn't handle the Special Grade inside."
Satoru Gojo answered offhandedly.
"But doesn't jujutsu exist to protect non-sorcerers?"
"Wasn't it irresponsible toward the people inside the supermarket for us to just leave like that?" Satoru Gojo froze for a moment, looking at his best friend before him.
"Geto, haven't you been getting a little sentimental lately?" Ring, ring.
The phone rang. Satoru Gojo answered, and Masamichi Yaga's voice came through. "All right, sir. Got it."
Satoru Gojo hung up and slung an arm around Suguru Geto's shoulders. "Let's go. Mr. Yaga wants to see us."
Five minutes later, in the faculty office at Jujutsu High. Satoru Gojo pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mr. Yaga-oh, Utahime's here too." The sharp-eyed Satoru Gojo immediately spotted Utahime Iori.
At that moment, Utahime Iori was sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, staring into space. "What are you thinking about? Why is your face so red?"
Satoru Gojo looked as though he had discovered a whole new world.
"You! Show your senior a little respect!" "What's the big deal?"
Startled, Utahime Iori instantly bristled, then clenched her fists. This fellow had no composure at all.
Compared with Gojo Chingetsu, he fell far short.
At the thought of Gojo Chingetsu, Utahime Iori blushed again. "Huh? Look, Geto, Utahime's face is red again." "Do you think she has a crush on someone?" "Could it be, could it be..."
Satoru Gojo made an exaggerated shape with his mouth. "Enough. Quiet."
Masamichi Yaga slammed a hand on the desk.
Satoru Gojo immediately sat up obediently.
"Gojo, Geto, tomorrow is the day Jujutsu High begins recruiting talent from outside. As this year's first-year students, you need to assist the school's teachers in completing this selection."
Masamichi Yaga paused.
Seeing no unusual reaction on Satoru Gojo's or Suguru Geto's face, he continued.
"This selection will mainly involve semi-live combat. I've already sent the location and assignment to your phones." "That's all I have to say. Geto, you may leave. Gojo, stay behind."
Suguru Geto glanced at Satoru Gojo, said nothing more, and got up to leave. After Suguru Geto left.
"Mr. Yaga, what do you need to tell me in private? Are you finally going to tell me how to awaken the Sharingan?"
Satoru Gojo perked up, staring at Masamichi Yaga with burning eyes. "You little-!"
Masamichi Yaga's face darkened with exasperation, and his chest heaved. Satoru Gojo, this problem student, had never given him a moment's peace. "Huff, huff."
Masamichi Yaga picked up the tea on his desk and drained it in one gulp. Only then did he slowly calm down. "Satoru Gojo, do you know Gojo Chingetsu?"
As Masamichi Yaga asked this, he kept his gaze fixed on Satoru Gojo's eyes. Utahime Iori also pricked up her ears.
Clearly.
She cared a great deal about this question too. "Gojo Chingetsu?"
Satoru Gojo instantly wiped the flippant smile from his face. "Why are you asking?"
Satoru Gojo was very wary.
Although he did not know where Masamichi Yaga had heard the name Gojo Chingetsu, until he understood Masamichi Yaga's intentions.
Gojo did not want to reveal any information about Chingetsu.
Seemingly noticing Satoru Gojo's concerns, Masamichi Yaga hastily added, "The person who exorcised the special grade curse inside the supermarket today was named Gojo Chingetsu."
"And you look so alike, even sharing the same surname, so it caught my attention." Satoru Gojo did not catch what Masamichi Yaga said afterward.
All he heard was that Gojo Chingetsu had exorcised a special grade curse. Has that guy already gotten this strong?!
A flicker of shock flashed through Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes behind his sunglasses, but it vanished so quickly that even Masamichi Yaga failed to notice. Looking at the silent Satoru Gojo.
Masamichi Yaga shook his head helplessly. Satoru Gojo definitely knew something. But since he was unwilling to say anything.
As his teacher, he could hardly force him. After a brief silence, Masamichi Yaga spoke.
"Let's leave it there, then. We'll discuss this another time. Gojo, go prepare for tomorrow's recruitment." "Utahime, you and Shoko have another assignment."
Masamichi Yaga pushed his stray thoughts aside. Although he cared a great deal about Chingetsu's situation.
Still.
His primary job was that of a teacher at Jujutsu High. Properly training the school's jujutsu sorcerer students.
Was what he had to consider first.
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