Click! Click!
"Huh!? That's weird. Why won't it light?" Igarashi Amaha asked in confusion, looking at the candy stick he had burned black.
Click! Click!
Beside him, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were having trouble processing what was happening.
"Hey, Satoru, hurry up and take a good look with your Six Eyes. Is this really Amaha?" Suguru Geto said, poking Satoru Gojo.
"Satoru?" Suguru Geto turned to find Satoru Gojo recording on his phone with a wicked grin.
"I'm talking to you. Are you even listening?"
"I heard you, I heard you. Relax, it's definitely Amaha. The positive and negative energy in his brain is in complete disarray, but it's already recovering. Probably a side effect of some Cursed Technique he used."
Satoru Gojo put his phone away as he spoke.
"As long as he can recover. Scared the hell out of me. I thought Amaha had broken character," Suguru Geto said, letting out a breath.
Shoko, who had been called a delinquent girl, was nowhere near as calm. The moment Igarashi Amaha put the candy she had been eating into his mouth, her brain had crashed. Her heart was in turmoil, and she couldn't settle down for a long time.
Click! Click!
As for Igarashi Amaha... he was still doggedly trying to light his cigarette.
Click! Click!
"Piece of shit! What kind of garbage lighter is this!?" An irritated Igarashi Amaha smashed the lighter to pieces.
Bang!!
"I'm damn well smoking you today. I refuse to believe I can't."
Igarashi Amaha spoke as he looked at the candy cigarette in his hand, a chunk of which he had already eaten. Then he tossed it into the air and stretched out a hand toward it.
Piece Summons: "Director...
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't, don't, don't!"
"Igarashi Amaha, did a donkey kick your fucking head!? That's fucking candy!!"
Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo hurried forward to stop Igarashi Amaha. If that attack went off, Teacher Yaga would skin them alive.
"Shoko, hurry up and stuff something edible in this bastard's mouth."
Knock, knock!
Amid their commotion, a knock sounded at the door.
They turned to look. The visitor was a middle-aged man, followed by a woman who looked about their age.
The middle-aged man nodded to everyone, then gave them a professional smile. "Hello, my name is Aman. I'm sir's assistant. If it's convenient, could I trouble you to let go of him? I need to take him away for a moment."
Satoru Gojo narrowed his eyes at Aman and the woman beside him, then curled his lips into a smile. "And what if it's not convenient for me?"
Aman froze at Satoru Gojo's words, clearly not having expected a refusal, much less one so arrogant.
But rather than getting angry, he spoke again with a respectful expression. "Mr. Gojo, as far as I know, your relationship with sir has not yet reached the point where you may make decisions for him without his permission."
"What's it to you? I'll do what I want," Satoru Gojo retorted stubbornly, sounding noticeably less confident.
Aman's smile faded at that, and he addressed Satoru Gojo solemnly. "Until sir has recovered, I will not entrust him to an enemy. Please understand. If you insist on your choice, we will have no option but to send troops to retrieve him."
Suguru Geto's expression darkened as well. A Cursed Spirit's claw emerged behind him as he said flatly, "Interesting. Are you threatening us? Who do you think you are?"
"I'm merely stating the facts. Who I am is unimportant. You need only know that I am speaking to you on behalf of the king of Southern Europe's Jujutsu Society, Igarashi Amaha," Aman said.
They frowned at his words. What did he mean?
As the standoff continued, a languid voice rang out.
"That's enough. I told you never to use that title again. Don't you think it sounds fucking stupid?" Igarashi Amaha knocked hard on his head, then took the raw meat back from Shoko and tossed it into his mouth as he spoke.
"But every Jujutsu Sorcerer in Europe recognizes it."
Igarashi Amaha patted Satoru Gojo on the shoulder, then walked toward Aman, mumbling through his mouthful, "All right, it's late. Everyone, head back."
Remembering everything he had just done unconsciously, he felt his cheeks grow hot. Even someone as shameless as him felt embarrassed. It was his first time using this ability, and he hadn't expected the side effects to be this shitty. Fuck.
Aman bowed to Igarashi Amaha and said, seemingly reassured, "I'm relieved to see you've recovered. I'll take my leave, then. Please rest."
At that moment, the woman beside Aman stepped forward. Under everyone's strange gazes, she grabbed Igarashi Amaha's arm and began shaking it, speaking in a fawning voice. "Amaha, you have no idea how scared I was when Mr. Aman said you were hurt. Thank goodness I was in Japan and could come see you right away. Otherwise, I wouldn't even have been able to sleep. But fortunately, nothing happened to you. Otherwise..."
Igarashi Amaha visibly frowned at the woman holding his hand, but after hearing her words, he raised an eyebrow with interest. "Otherwise what?"
The woman's eyes lit up when Igarashi Amaha spoke to her, and she answered without hesitation, "Otherwise, I wouldn't go on liv-"
Slash!!
Igarashi Amaha took the handkerchief Aman offered and gently wiped the place the woman had touched. Then he kicked aside her two severed arms on the floor and said flatly, "No need to die. But I'll help cure that habit of falling for people everywhere you go. No need to thank me."
"AAAAAAAH! Igarashi Amaha, you're fucking insane! You cut off both my arms! You're insane! AAAAAAH!" Agonizing pain flooded her brain, making her lose control of her words.
"Tch." Listening to the woman's screams, Igarashi Amaha clicked his tongue in irritation, then flicked his hand backward, instantly slitting her throat.
Why didn't I listen to my family? Why did I come to Japan and provoke this man? That was the woman's final thought before she lost consciousness.
Thud!
Igarashi Amaha shook the blood off his hand and asked Aman, "Where did this one come from?"
"She's Charlie Yis-"
"Stop, stop, stop. I'm asking what country she's from."
"Italy."
"I see." Igarashi Amaha nodded, casually tossed the handkerchief onto the woman's corpse, and addressed her. "Charlie Whatever-Your-Name-Is, on behalf of Italy's government and judiciary, I sentence you to death. As for the reason... hmm... hmm... whatever. If you could get involved with me, you couldn't have been anything good anyway."
Then he turned to Aman. "Tell her family his daughter died in a car accident, and give him some compensation. Have him apply for it. I'll sign."
"All right, take her away. She's pretty disgusting to look at." With that, he habitually took out a cigarette, lit it with his finger, and began smoking.
"Oh, and one more thing. I don't want anyone like this showing up around me without permission again."
"Yes, sir."