Piece Summons: "Director"!
Seeing this from afar, Suguru Geto immediately grew excited. "Here it comes, here it comes! The super cursed energy cannon! My dear Satoru, face the cannon! Hehehe."
Shoko shuddered at the sight of Suguru Geto acting like this.
Was that really necessary?
Meanwhile, Satoru Gojo's pupils contracted at the sight, and he immediately swore, "You bastard, Amaha! Are you fucking sick in the head?"
Boom!!!
His hands moved, and a blue vortex began to gather between them.
-Cursed Technique Lapse: Maximum Output, "Blue"!!
Boom!!! Rumble!!
The black beam collided with the blue energy sphere, producing a tremendous roar!
The gale raised by the explosion bent all the distant trees!
In the distance, Masamichi Yaga and the others were also using cursed energy to defend themselves.
"Those two are far too reckless."
Rumble!!! The explosion continued!
Satoru Gojo gritted his teeth, desperately holding it off as he cursed inwardly. That bastard Amaha! All I did was step on his face once. My foot didn't even stink! Did he have to go this far? Bastard! If I could grasp Cursed Technique Reversal, I'd beat you to death, you chain-smoking bastard!
Igarashi Amaha's lips curled at the sight. My goal's already been achieved.
His figure flickered, disappearing from the spot. With his departure, "Director" only lasted a few more seconds before dissipating completely, but those few seconds were already enough.
Whoosh!!
Suddenly appearing behind Satoru Gojo, Amaha said with certainty, "Right now, you still can't activate Limitless while using maximum-output 'Blue,' can you?"
As his words fell, Igarashi Amaha brought his long leg whipping down hard toward Satoru Gojo's chest.
Bam!!
Boom!!
Kicked flying, Satoru Gojo steadied himself the instant he hit the ground, then pushed off hard with both feet and charged forward.
Bam!!
Their fists collided, kicking up a cloud of dust. Without pausing, Satoru Gojo leaned back to one side, then thrust another straight punch toward Igarashi Amaha's face.
Smack!
Igarashi Amaha caught Satoru's fist firmly in one hand. Scattered sparks began rising from his hand as he forcibly moved Satoru's fist aside, revealing his solemn expression. "Satoru, honestly, against you before you awaken Reverse Cursed Technique, I really can crush you in every respect!"
Then veins bulged on his forehead. He exhaled a breath of white vapor and shouted, "Crimson, Owl!!"
Boom!!
The scorching heat that erupted from Igarashi Amaha's body blasted Satoru away.
Then he raised both arms and thrust them downward, his entire body turning into a streak of flame as he charged at Satoru Gojo from the side.
Igarashi Amaha straightened his hand and viciously chopped straight toward Satoru Gojo's neck.
Bam!!!
A mass of flames shot into the sky, completely engulfing Satoru Gojo.
In the distance.
Fanning herself with one hand and holding her phone in the other, Shoko said languidly, "Found it. Amaha's complete records."
"What do they say?" Suguru Geto asked curiously.
But Shoko did not answer him. Instead, her eyes remained fixed on her phone screen.
A long while passed.
"Read it yourself." Shoko fell somewhat quiet and handed the phone to Suguru Geto.
Suguru Geto gave Shoko a puzzled look, took the phone, and read the information on it word by word. "The last descendant of Japan's noble Igarashi family, Igarashi Amaha. An unparalleled genius, the only one in a century with a chance to surpass the Six Eyes. The most evil jujutsu sorcerer in a century. The youngest richest man in a century."
"Wait, what does any of this have to do with anything? How did 'richest man' get in there?" Suguru Geto looked utterly bewildered.
Beside them, Masamichi Yaga, Kento Nanami, and the others also looked over curiously.
"Keep reading."
Hearing Shoko's words, the bewildered Suguru Geto looked at the phone and continued. "In 2004, during the Olympics in Jingcheng, Hua Capital, Igarashi Amaha, aged only fourteen, single-handedly killed four Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers from Portugal, then escaped to Spain despite being surrounded by Portugal's sorcerers. From that point onward, Igarashi Amaha's reputation as a genius resounded throughout Europe."
"As Igarashi Amaha rose to prominence, everything about him became highly sought after. At the same time, the story of his upbringing was exposed, but everything that had happened along the way shocked everyone. By the end of 2005, a conservative estimate placed the number of ordinary humans who had died at his hands at over twen-twenty thousand..."
"Th-that's fake, right?" Suguru Geto raised his head and murmured to Shoko.
"It's true."
"How is that possible!? If it were true, he'd have been internationally wanted long ago! How could he still be attending school here as a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer without any trouble!?"
Masamichi Yaga also looked incredulous. He knew none of this. None of it had been in the information he had received.
Shoko shook her head. "Keep reading."
Suguru Geto stiffly turned his head back and continued reading from the phone. "This news caused an international uproar, but it was quickly suppressed. Everyone investigating it disappeared overnight, and their whereabouts remain unknown."
"Early the morning after the incident, the Aoki Financial Group, valued at one hundred billion euros and based in Madrid, Spain, issued a notice announcing that Mr. Igarashi Amaha had formally become its highest decision-maker on December 24, 2005. That afternoon, on behalf of the Aoki Financial Group, Igarashi Amaha donated five billion euros to the local military as strategic funding. Yet the very next day, Madrid's military began arresting ordinary humans on a massive scale and executing them on various grounds. Conservative estimates placed their number at five thousand, causing widespread panic locally."
"Over those six months, others took the blame for every crime Igarashi Amaha committed, on various grounds. Later, every jujutsu sorcerer who attempted to investigate the matter died mysteriously through various unnatural phenomena. To this day, the most evil jujutsu sorcerer, Igarashi Amaha, remains at large!"
Everyone fell silent.
"Where did all this come from? Why wasn't any of it in what I found?" Masamichi Yaga asked, his expression dark.
"I bought it from our upperclassman Mei Mei. Five hundred million yen," Shoko said.
"It seems the intelligence I received had already been censored."
"Hey, what's going on? Why do you all look so damn gloomy?" Igarashi Amaha strode away with a cigarette between his lips, and Satoru Gojo behind him did the same.
They all raised their heads at once, their expressions terrible as they stared fixedly at the speaker.
At the sight, the smile faded from Igarashi Amaha's face, replaced by indifference.
"Come with me, Igarashi Amaha. There are a few things I'd like to ask you." Masamichi Yaga rose and headed toward the teaching building. After only a few steps, he stopped, looked back at everyone, and said, "You come too."
"What's going on? Why's everyone so serious?" Unaware of the reason, Satoru Gojo looked bewildered.
Suguru Geto said with an ugly expression, "We... misjudged him."