"H-how is that possible... it spoke. Could it... be a Special Grade!"
Bang!
The Cursed Spirit drove a fist into his abdomen, and he immediately tasted blood in his throat.
"Urgh, cough, cough, wait..."
Bang!
Another punch slammed into him, sending Saad flying.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Saad hurtled backward and crashed straight into a distant building, leaving a dense web of cracks spreading behind him.
The blow knocked Saad's mind blank. His eyes rolled back, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Cursed Spirit did not let him off just because of that. Like a meteor, he appeared beside Saad, then spun around and kicked him into the air again.
Whoosh!!
In a flash, he appeared behind Saad again. Clasping his hands together, the Cursed Spirit savagely hammered them down onto Saad's back.
Boom!!!
Saad's falling body blasted a huge, deep crater into the ground, kicking up a gust of wind and sand.
The Cursed Spirit walked through the smoke to Saad's side. Looking at the unconscious human lying on the ground, a voice came from within his body: "Die..."
Then he raised one foot and stomped straight toward Saad's head.
Click!
"Huh!?"
Suddenly, the sound of a lighter striking rang out.
"You've got quite a temper, friend."
Igarashi Amaha blew a mouthful of white smoke into the Cursed Spirit's face and spoke calmly.
Startled by the man who had suddenly appeared, the Cursed Spirit pushed down hard with his foot, only to find that he could not lower it even a fraction.
He looked down and saw that the suddenly appearing man's foot was blocking his.
The Cursed Spirit grew furious. "Human... get lost!"
Boom! Towering Cursed Energy erupted from his body, spreading wildly in every direction.
The sky and earth abruptly changed color.
The world before them seemed to suddenly turn scarlet. Waves of intimidation from the depths of the soul swept across the entire coast.
In the distance, Aman also felt that oppressive force from outside the cordon. His expression changed, his eyes widening in utter horror, his face full of disbelief.
"Th-this is a Special Grade!"
"Damn it, how could the intelligence be wrong? It's over. If anything happens to Mr. Saad, I'm dead too. What do I do? Damn it, where exactly did things go wrong?"
Aman muttered in horror, his stern face turning deathly pale.
"Right, right, contact Mr. Igarashi." He frantically searched his pockets, but could not find it anywhere.
"Damn it, damn it, where the hell is it!"
But before he could find his phone, another presence came crushing down, even deeper, vaster, more imposing and overbearing.
The fierce wind it whipped up knocked him straight to the ground, but rather than becoming angry, he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's Mr. Igarashi's presence. Thank goodness, we're saved." His face exhausted, Aman lay straight down on the ground, the smile lingering on his face. "We're saved, haha."
Meanwhile, at the center of the storm, the Cursed Spirit stared at the smoking man before him in terror, inwardly incredulous. This human... how could he possibly have such evil Cursed Energy? Is he even human? Damn it.
That feeling was simply like an asura.
Boom!! The presence dispersed.
His cigarette had burned down too. Igarashi Amaha pressed the butt against the Cursed Spirit's forehead and gently ground it out, exhaling one last mouthful of smoke as he said flatly:
"You beat my brother up like this. I have to give him an answer, don't I?"
Whoosh!!
He flicked the cigarette butt into the air like a sharp sword, then lightly placed his hand on Igarashi Amaha's neck.
The next second, time froze for an instant.
Whoosh!!
The two instantly appeared high in the sky. Before the Cursed Spirit could react, Igarashi Amaha casually flung him downward, then extended a palm toward him.
High in the sky, with one hand in his pocket, Igarashi Amaha had a black-and-white, totem-like disc appear behind him. Inscribed on it was the word "Cannon," brimming with killing intent, and it began flashing incessantly.
"Then I'll treat you to a Kamehameha."
As his words fell, countless points of red and blue energy gathered in his palm, repeatedly compressing and expanding before finally condensing into a huge mass of black energy. It hovered over his palm, radiating a terrifying presence that seemed ready to devour this entire stretch of heaven and earth.
Looking down at the Cursed Spirit below, Igarashi Amaha calmly uttered a few words:
-Piece Summons · "Director"!
Hummm!!!!
Boom!!!
He gently pushed forward with one hand, and the power compressed to its utmost erupted. A black beam of destruction several meters wide bore down on the Cursed Spirit below, its terrifying might making even the surrounding air congeal.
The blood throughout the Cursed Spirit's body flowed backward. Pouring out all his Cursed Energy, he thrust both hands upward. As though receiving an order, the surging waves behind him formed several tornadoes that charged toward the beam of destruction.
-"Swinging Thread Strangulation"!!
Boom!!!
The beam of destruction collided with Swinging Thread Strangulation. In a mere instant, the tornadoes shattered into countless raindrops that crashed down onto the ground.
The unstoppable "Director" roared across the sky, its heat sending the temperature in the area soaring. Dark clouds loomed overhead, like muffled thunder moving among the clouds...
Watching the light draw closer and closer, the Cursed Spirit cried out, "...No... no, I only just... learned to speak, no..."
Boom!!!
The light engulfed the Cursed Spirit. Under that strike, he turned to ash and vanished from between heaven and earth.
The aftermath of the attack struck the sea, raising a swell of waves. A raging tsunami surged up and mercilessly slammed into the buildings along the coast, destroying several of them in an instant.
A few minutes later, the waves gradually calmed. Igarashi Amaha shook his hand, which was trailing black smoke, lit a cigarette, and said:
"If you'd grown enough to open a domain, you could've traded a few moves with me. But you can't even speak properly, so why the hell were you trying to act tough with me? You even kept me from finishing my movie."
With that, he guided himself down onto the water-soaked ground, nudged Saad with his foot, and said indifferently, "Get up. Mission's over."
There was no sound.
"The football bet you placed won."
Saad abruptly sat up. "Really?"
"Nope."
"Figured as much. You're always lying to me." Saad stood and wrung out his soaking clothes. Looking at the ruins around them, he said, "Didn't you say that move used a lot of Cursed Energy, so you wouldn't use it lightly? Why did you use it so casually this time?"
Igarashi Amaha scratched his head nonchalantly. "Nothing much. I suddenly felt like showing off."
Saad froze. "Then showing off sure costs you a lot. You've left this place in such a state that Malaga's Jujutsu Higher-Ups won't let it slide. You'd better prepare to bleed money."
Igarashi Amaha picked his ear and asked in puzzlement, "What do the affairs of your Malaga Jujutsu Higher-Ups have to do with a Tokyo Jujutsu Sorcerer like me?"
Saad was dumbstruck. Bewildered, he said, "Wait, you're not planning to run off, are you?"
Igarashi Amaha burst out laughing and rubbed Saad's bald head. "Oh my, how clever." As he spoke, he raised his wrist and checked that familiar phone watch. "My flight takes off in twenty minutes."
"Nani!!??" The bewildered Saad blurted out Japanese. "If you fucking leave, won't I be the one taking the blame?"
"Hahahahahaha! Bye-bye!"
Whoosh!!
"Igarashi Amaha, you fucking bastard!!"