The gaunt man hesitated for a moment, but the thought of the high-grade cursed tool Chingetsu might possess set his heart burning again.
A high-grade cursed tool was worth taking a gamble on.
A cold glint flashed through the gaunt man's eyes as he shouted harshly.
"Wild snakes, dance!"
Green light surged wildly from the gaunt man's body, as though countless green snakes were swimming around him.
At the same time, the two young men behind him joined the battle. In a few leaps, they surrounded Chingetsu in a triangular formation.
"How boring. I thought you'd hold out a little longer." Faced with an attack from three sides, Chingetsu remained utterly calm. "You bastard!"
Seemingly enraged by Chingetsu's contemptuous attitude, the gaunt man unleashed the jujutsu he had poured all his cursed energy into-Wild snakes, dance-at Chingetsu without holding anything back.
"Hahaha, die!"
Facing the swarm of snakes pouring toward him, Chingetsu slowly opened his hand, revealing a coin in his palm. "I've wanted to use this move for a long time. You'll make a perfect test subject!"
"Toaru Kagaku no Railgun, Railgun!"
Chingetsu tossed the coin into the air. Then, under his control, it shot straight toward the menacing swarm of cursed-energy snakes like a flaming meteor, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.
This guy-does he think he can break through my wild snakes with a single 100-yen coin? The gaunt man did not understand Chingetsu's actions, but his eyes remained fixed on the coin. No matter how he looked at it, it was an ordinary 100-yen coin.
Was he bluffing, or did he have something else in mind?
Just what was this Gojo Chingetsu up to? "Toaru Kagaku no Railgun!"
It was like a demon's whisper in the gaunt man's ear.
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Chapter 5: That'll be 100 yen
The coin flying toward the snakes suddenly exploded. A scorching wave churned through the space, yet, eerily, not a sound could be heard.
Billowing smoke rose into the air like an all-encompassing sandstorm, accompanied by scarlet flames blooming with bewitching beauty, like clusters of gorgeous red spider lilies.
"No!"
The gaunt man let out a shrill roar before the fiery wave from the explosion engulfed him. "An all-inclusive cremation service. That'll be 100 yen."
The smoke dispersed, and the dust settled.
On the open ground around the residence, the gaunt man and his two companions were nowhere to be seen. Greed was the greatest sin of all.
I hope you'll have better eyes in your next life. Chingetsu did not linger.
With the Gojo Clan's influence, the deaths of the gaunt man and his companions would soon be discovered. Although he was not afraid of trouble, he did not want to get tangled up in any nonsense either. As for regret, that thought had never crossed his mind.
From the moment they tried to kill him, they were already dead in Chingetsu's eyes. He killed these people with even less hesitation than he killed cursed spirits.
After all, some people were worse than cursed spirits.
He felt not the slightest guilt over the deaths of people like them. "Maybe I'm more like a cursed spirit than a human."
With that thought, Chingetsu began rubbing the kitten in his arms again.
Seemingly fed up with being rubbed, the cat turned its head away impatiently and let out a protesting "meow." "I know. We're heading back now, or Nanamin will get a little cranky."
Inside a bar in the city center, decorated in a style both rustic and luxurious, the young Kento Nanami was carefully wiping down the bartending utensils.
"It's ten thirty at night, boss. If you came back any later, I'd miss the last train." Kento Nanami's voice was soft and gentle, carrying a maturity that did not suit his age.
"Nanamin, young people need to push themselves more. If you just work a little more overtime, I'll be one step closer to becoming the richest man in Sendai."
"You need to stay passionate about work, Nanamin." "Sigh. Work is shit."
"You're barely older than me."
Kento Nanami sighed, but a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Although his boss was always slacking off and leaving all the bar's work to him, there was no denying that he was a good person.
If Chingetsu had not taken him in, he would probably have fallen so low that he could not even afford food by now. Chingetsu paid him very well, and the benefits were good too.
More importantly, Chingetsu had something called reliability.
It seemed that as long as Chingetsu was around, there would be nothing to fear even if the world ended tomorrow. Mr. Chingetsu is a reliable person.
Although he sometimes said incomprehensible things and behaved mysteriously in all sorts of ways, it was this very Chingetsu who had given him the confidence to face life.
To be an ordinary worker and live a peaceful life-that was what Kento Nanami wanted. "All right, Nanamin, mix me a drink. I'm feeling a little tired."
"If you hurry, you might still catch the last train." I take that back. This boss isn't reliable at all.
"I hate overtime."
Kento Nanami complained, but his hands got straight to work.
At work, Kento Nanami wore a tranquil expression, his attention focused on the glass in his hand.
His slender fingers held a silver spoon with a practiced grip, rapidly stirring the ice in the glass without making the slightest sound.
These were all bartending techniques Chingetsu had taught him.
Nanami gently picked up the amber-colored liquor on the wooden counter and poured it slowly and evenly into the glass. When it was three-tenths full, he slowly lifted the bottle away, then quickly positioned a bar spoon over the rim. Effervescent sparkling water flowed down the back of the spoon into the glass, filling the remaining seven-tenths.
Finally, Nanami pierced a deep-red cherry with a sword-shaped cocktail pick and laid it across the glass, completing Chingetsu's favorite drink.
"Here you are."
Chingetsu accepted the glass Nanami handed him and took a small sip. "Nanamin, your bartending skills are getting better and better." Chingetsu did not hold back his praise.
"Mm."
Nanami answered quietly, but the slight upward curve of his lips showed that receiving Chingetsu's praise had put him in a very good mood.
"Well, well, Chingetsu, you're still here after all!"
A cool voice tinged with irreverence sounded behind Chingetsu.
The hand holding Chingetsu's glass stiffened almost imperceptibly, and a hint of helplessness appeared at the corners of his mouth. Satoru Gojo.
Why can't I ever shake you off?
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Chapter 6: Satoru Gojo arrives
The bar door was pushed open, and a young man about 1.9 meters tall, who looked remarkably like Chingetsu, spoke. "Chingetsu, you make that face every time I show up. You're way too cold."
"I'm your younger cousin, at least. You should act a little more like an older brother." Satoru Gojo pressed one hand to his forehead, putting on an expression that said, "I'm hurt. Everyone leave me alone."
"If you have something to say, say it. If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest." "Tch. Boring."
The young Satoru Gojo settled back onto the bar's sofa and adjusted the sunglasses on his nose, the same flippant smile still on his face.
"Cousin Chingetsu, you don't mind if I have a drink, do you?" "Nanamin, one coffee, six sugar cubes. Thanks!"
"You've never stood on ceremony. You're going to drink this bar out of business." Chingetsu laughed as he scolded him, while Kento Nanami picked up the coffee and began brewing it with practiced ease.
Kento Nanami knew who this person who looked so much like Chingetsu was. Satoru Gojo, his boss's younger cousin, was one of the few people who could chat and joke freely with his boss.
He liked to drop by the bar for something to drink whenever he had nothing to do, but he never drank alcohol. His love of and fixation on sweets went far beyond most people's.
After all, in all the time Nanami had worked here, Satoru Gojo was the first person who put six sugar cubes in his coffee. "Wow, Nanamin, your coffee keeps getting better."
Kento Nanami's expression remained calm at Satoru Gojo's praise.
Compared with the flighty Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami still thought his own boss, Gojo Chingetsu, was more reliable. "Chingetsu, you made quite a stir this time!"
Satoru Gojo took a sip of coffee and glanced, seemingly casually, at Kento Nanami nearby. Catching his meaning, Chingetsu addressed Kento Nanami behind the counter.
"Nanamin, thanks for your hard work today. Go home and get some rest."
Kento Nanami nodded and tactfully changed into his everyday clothes, remembering to shut the bar's door before he left. "There's no one else here now, Satoru. Just say whatever you have to say."
Chingetsu swirled the cocktail in his hand, his expression calm. "You really don't know the meaning of fear." Satoru Gojo set down his coffee and crossed his legs, looking helpless. "I saw it all. You wiped out one of the clan's spirit-hunting teams." "Oh? So what? Are you going to drag me back to the clan to answer for my crimes?"
Chingetsu gave no definite response, the cocktail in his hand shimmering under the warm light. "You bastard. If I were here to arrest you, I wouldn't have come alone."
Satoru Gojo looked utterly exasperated.
"But the disappearance of a spirit-hunting team is bound to draw the clan's attention. Especially since that team included a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer."
"The clan won't let a loss like that slide. They'll definitely investigate." "So, are you worried about me, Satoru?"
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