An old man stepped out of the crowd and addressed Igarashi Amaha with a dark expression. "Igarashi Amaha, don't go too far. This is Japan's Jujutsu High, not your den of demons in Southern Europe. It's not your place to discipline us."
"You talk too much."
Space froze! Whoosh!!
Squelch!
Everyone saw only a flash before their eyes.
"E-Elder Zenin..."
An incredulous voice rang out from the crowd. They looked up to see Igarashi Amaha holding the head of the old man who had just spoken. A bone-piercing chill climbed from their tailbones, making them shudder involuntarily.
With an unruly expression, he tossed the head at their feet and exhaled a mouthful of white smoke. "There's nothing in heaven or on earth that I don't get to interfere in. Understood?" he said indifferently.
Gakuganji looked at the wide-eyed head by his feet, his fury reaching its peak. Forcing down his rage, he addressed Igarashi Amaha through gritted teeth. "Igarashi Amaha, aren't you going a little too far? However strong you are, we have over a dozen Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers here. What about your side? Even if you have Special Grade strength, there are only three of you, counting Yaga. Do you think you can win?"
Igarashi Amaha wore a look of "terror." "Huh? That many? Over a dozen, wow."
He briefly loosened his arms and neck, then raised an eyebrow at Gakuganji and said mockingly, "It's been a long time since I really let loose. Come on."
The next second, he spread his arms, and vast, sinister Cursed Energy poured out, whipping up a gale!
Boom!!!
Purple flames erupted from several parts of Igarashi Amaha's body. He gave the crowd a bloodthirsty smile. "So? Want to try this king, mongrels?"
A wave of heat swept over them, sending everyone into a panic.
At the sight, every nerve in Gakuganji's body instantly went taut. His anger vanished at that moment, and the fear rising from the depths of his soul nearly robbed him of his will to fight. He clenched his teeth, then pulled out an electric guitar and addressed Igarashi Amaha warily. "We have no intention of going to war with you. I'm sure you understand how important Lord Tengen is to Japan's Jujutsu Society. Without the star plasma vessel..."
"Then she goes without. What the hell does that have to do with me? She's just some old hag who refuses to die. She's not qualified to have me give her a pass."
"But..." Gakuganji and the others still wanted to say something.
"Five seconds. Get lost or die." Igarashi Amaha shifted his feet slightly, and the ground beneath him instantly split apart. Like a cheetah, he stood ready to charge forward and slaughter them at any moment.
"Three."
"Wait, weren't you starting from five?" Everyone was dumbfounded.
"One."
"Did you never fucking go to school?" After muttering curses under their breath, the higher-ups scrambled to flee.
They weren't stupid enough to throw away their lives over a star plasma vessel. There wasn't only one star plasma vessel; finding another now would just be a little urgent.
They could find another star plasma vessel if this one was gone. If their lives were gone, they were fucking gone for good.
Masamichi Yaga watched, somewhat speechless. "Are all the higher-ups this spineless now?"
Suguru Geto spread his hands helplessly. "Haven't they always been like this? They hold high positions without any ability. How could they dare provoke someone like Amaha, who isn't afraid of any threats? They can't match his strength, and Amaha is no weaker when it comes to power and influence. It's practically like snakes and eagles."
Natural enemies!
"But I didn't expect you to take a stand against them so decisively, Mr. Yaga. That was really cool."
Masamichi Yaga nodded proudly. "Of course. I don't want to disappoint my students."
As for Riko Amanai and Kuroi, the two were whispering to each other.
"See, see? Miss, I told you ages ago that he has a terrible temper. He especially likes ripping people's heads off or crushing them. You'd better not provoke him."
"Tch, Kuroi, give me two years. Once I become a Special Grade Sorcerer, I'm going to show off like that too. He really knows how to look cool."
Igarashi Amaha wasn't surprised in the slightest by the scene before him. The higher-ups of Jujutsu Society were just like that, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
He walked over to Riko Amanai and Kuroi and said, "All right, you two should get going. Go have some fun first. Come back to Japan after a while, and no one will be plotting anything against you."
"Fine. More stairs to climb." Riko Amanai sighed. Just thinking of that long staircase left her mentally exhausted.
Igarashi Amaha smiled. "No climbing this time."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
While Riko Amanai was still confused, a hurricane whipped up in the sky.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!!
Just then, the sound of rotor blades suddenly came from overhead. Before they could react, over a dozen figures descended from the sky.
They all wore matching black-and-red combat uniforms, with the characters for "blue" and "leaf" inscribed on their respective shoulders.
Moving in unison, they walked behind Igarashi Amaha the instant they landed, simultaneously unleashing the powerful aura of Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers!
"W-What's going on?" Suguru Geto looked at Igarashi Amaha in bewilderment.
"Don't tell me these are all your people." Masamichi Yaga was also somewhat dazed.
He counted them. Twelve people in total, twelve Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers. Anywhere in the world, that would be an absolute force capable of changing the course of a battle.
Igarashi Amaha picked his ear. "I've spent all these years in Southern Europe. If I hadn't even built up a little manpower, what the fuck would I have been doing?"
"All right, these are the people who'll be escorting you two," Igarashi Amaha told Riko Amanai and Kuroi.
The two couldn't help marveling. They had run into a real big shot. Not even the prime minister would have an entourage like this.
A few minutes later, they watched Riko Amanai leave. After reaching a certain altitude, the helicopter vanished from view as though it had never appeared.
"Was that a Cursed Technique?" Suguru Geto asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Yeah, Heaven-Deceiving Ruse. Its effect is deception. A pretty good Cursed Technique," Igarashi Amaha said casually, lighting a cigarette.
The corner of Masamichi Yaga's mouth twitched. "Young people these days really are incredible. A Cursed Technique like that means he has a very good chance of becoming Special Grade. To think you managed to recruit someone like him."
Igarashi Amaha shook his head. "Shallow. What do you mean, he has a chance? All twelve of these guys have a chance of becoming Special Grade. It's just a little difficult, that's all. But I don't care either way. As long as they can run errands for me, that's enough. Counting on them to help me fight? Forget it."
Suguru Geto and Masamichi Yaga exchanged a glance, the same thought coming to both of them. How is he so good at showing off? Why didn't we notice before?
"All right, I'm done playing with you. I've got something to do, so I'll be off."
With that, Igarashi Amaha vanished from the spot in a burst of movement.
Please send everything my way. I'd be endlessly grateful!!