Jujutsu World: Unlocking Killer Queen at the Start

The Bald-Headed Man clearly had no intention of letting Gojo Chingetsu go just like that. Or rather, letting go of the prey he had finally found.

"A child with such dense cursed energy-it'll definitely like that." A vicious grin appeared on the Bald-Headed Man's face.

"Hey, kid, how about a deal? Give me these two children."

The Bald-Headed Man spoke as though he were negotiating, but his hand had already reached toward Mimiko and Nanako behind Chingetsu. Seeing his movement,

Mimiko clutched the hem of Chingetsu's clothes and timidly hid behind him.

Nanako, meanwhile, spread her arms and stood in front of her younger sister, Mimiko. Smack!

Chingetsu slapped away the Bald-Headed Man's hand as it reached toward the sisters. "Aah!"

The Bald-Headed Man cried out in pain.

He jerked his hand back. The back of his hand, which had been perfectly fine a moment ago,

now swelled high as though something had burned it. He did not need to think to know Chingetsu was responsible.

"You fucking bastard!" The Bald-Headed Man flew into a humiliated rage.

He pulled a rubber baton from his waist and swung it at Chingetsu's head.

This was a cursed tool, not an ordinary weapon.

Whether in power or anything else, ordinary weapons could not compare. The rubber baton whistled through the air.

Mimiko reflexively closed her eyes.

Nanako's frail body shuddered, and she moved to stand in front of Chingetsu to take the Bald-Headed Man's blow.

Thump!

A fair-skinned hand caught the Bald-Headed Man's rubber baton firmly. "Hmm, it's actually a cursed tool."

"A cursed tool nurtured with cursed energy alone, but with no cursed technique!" "A low-grade cursed tool-is that what gives you your confidence?"

Chingetsu stared coldly at the Bald-Headed Man who had attacked him, a trace of chill entering his words. His temper had never been good, especially when someone provoked him.

"You! Let go!"

Even with all his strength, the Bald-Headed Man could not pull the rubber baton out of Chingetsu's hand. Instead, he fell to the ground from pulling too hard.

"You bastard! Give it back right now!" "Otherwise..."

The Bald-Headed Man gave Chingetsu a wary look, his bluster masking his fear. "Hmm? Otherwise what?"

Chingetsu looked at the Bald-Headed Man sitting on the ground with a faint, ambiguous smile.

With a little pressure, he crushed the cursed tool baton in his hand into a pile of debris. "You... you... monster!"

The sight frightened the Bald-Headed Man so badly he could barely speak. "Hmm? What did you say? Monster?"

Looking at the cursed tool baton, now reduced to debris, the Bald-Headed Man wisely chose to shut his mouth. Compared with a cursed tool,

he did not think his bones were nearly as hard.

Even a cursed tool nurtured with cursed energy was like foam in this boy's hands. If it were his bones, wouldn't they be crushed outright? If the boy did that to him,

cold sweat poured down the Bald-Headed Man's gleaming scalp, and he dared not continue that thought. He no longer dared set his sights on the sisters.

No matter how slow he was, he had realized Chingetsu was no ordinary person. After all, someone who could crush a cursed tool with his bare hand-

No. Even if it were not a cursed tool,

he had never seen anyone crush a rubber baton into scraps.

... "Damn it!"

The Bald-Headed Man staggered to his feet, then did something Chingetsu had not expected. He was shouting for help?

Chingetsu watched in puzzlement as the Bald-Headed Man screamed himself hoarse calling for help. Before long, three Street Patrol officers hurried to the scene.

When the Street Patrol arrived,

the Bald-Headed Man was clutching the swollen back of his hand, sobbing with tears and snot streaming down his face.

Without asking what had happened, they aimed three dark gun barrels straight at Chingetsu. "Interesting..."

Seeing the sly grin at the corner of the Bald-Headed Man's mouth and the subtle looks exchanged between him and the Street Patrol officers, a flicker of amusement crossed Chingetsu's eyes.

"Listen up!"

"Now! Put your hands behind your head and come with us!" "Otherwise, heh!"

A fat Street Patrol officer holding a gun spoke with extreme arrogance. After speaking, he raised the muzzle and waved it in front of Chingetsu. "If you don't want to eat a bullet, do as you're told."

"Why do boring things always come looking for me?"

Watching the Street Patrol officer's actions,

Chingetsu wasted no words and snapped his fingers.

The Stand Bites the Dust appeared and charged toward the three Street Patrol officers. "The Hand!"

The Stand moved so fast that the young Nanako and Mimiko could only see a blue blur flash past. A dazzling blue light flashed.

The pistols the three Street Patrol officers held were severed across their magazines.

The cuts were perfectly smooth, and the severed sections seemed to have vanished into thin air. Clatter.

The half of the gun in the fat Street Patrol officer's hand fell to the ground. What had happened before their eyes was simply too bizarre. That boy with the two little girls

had destroyed their greatest reliance with nothing more than a snap of his fingers. "Trash, all in bed together!"

None of the three Street Patrol officers argued against Chingetsu's mockery. They were still caught in the shock of seeing their pistols severed.

"How is that possible? Where did the missing parts go? How did he do that?" "A monster! This boy is a monster!"

At that moment,

everyone present had a trace of unshakable shock and fear in their eyes.

The Bald-Headed Man on the ground, in particular, promptly fainted and began playing dead. "Let's go, Nanako, Mimiko."

Chingetsu took the sisters' little hands.

They were merely a bunch of third-rate trash, not worth his attention at all. Compared with these small fry,

the higher-ups of Jujutsu Society and the higher-ups within the clans used methods countless times darker than theirs. However,

he had yet to get to the bottom of those higher-ups. He wanted to catch them all in one net and settle things once and for all.

Chingetsu picked up the frailer Mimiko. "Nanako, Mimiko, cover your ears."

Although they did not understand why Chingetsu wanted them to cover their ears, the sisters obediently did as he said. Because so far,

only Chingetsu had looked at them without the slightest impurity in his gaze. Nanako, in particular,

trusted Chingetsu unconditionally.

She had even been willing to take the Bald-Headed Man's attack for him earlier. Boom!

A tremendous explosion sounded behind Chingetsu.

A tornado of fire shot into the sky, raging wildly with a savage air. Faintly, a few screams seemed to be audible.

Killer Queen: Second Bomb!

"That's why you shouldn't mess with me." "I really do hold grudges..."

The blast blew up the hem of Chingetsu's trench coat. Amid the smoke and flying grit,

Chingetsu's silver hair billowed and flared within the rose of death blooming from the Second Bomb. Real men never looked back at explosions.

Inside the inn.

Nanako and Mimiko curled up under the warm bedding. "Sis, big brother is a good person."

Nanako looked at Mimiko in some surprise.

Not long ago, Mimiko had still been somewhat wary of Chingetsu.

She had not expected one trip to the Clothing Store to deepen Mimiko's feelings for Chingetsu into dependence.

"Yes, Mr. Chingetsu is a good person." Nanako tightened her grip on Mimiko's hand.

"Mr. Chingetsu saved us from the abyss and even bought us such pretty clothes." "But I'm too weak to help him with anything."

A trace of dejection crossed Nanako's adorable eyes. She wanted to prove herself.

She feared being abandoned, feared returning to that despairing darkness.

Only by proving her worth could she avoid being bought and sold at will like merchandise. "Sis."

As though sensing Nanako's low spirits, Mimiko stretched out her arms and hugged her. Through countless unbearable nights in the past,

they had huddled together like this for warmth.

"Go to sleep, Mimiko. Mr. Chingetsu really is a good person." Inside the Sushi Restaurant.

Yu Haibara shakily took money out of his wallet, preparing to pay. "Nanamiii..."

Yu Haibara looked back at Kento Nanami with tears streaming down his face. He had never expected Satoru Gojo to be such a big eater too.

On a whim, he had started competing with Satoru Gojo over food and drink, as though in a fit of pique. The result was...