"My lord, I've never seen the person you're talking about! Please, spare me!" A burly man knelt at Igarashi Amaha's feet, crying as he pleaded.
Bang! Pfft!!
The next second, the big man's pupils contracted, his entire body began to swell, and he exploded with a bang, instantly filling the small room with the man's flesh and blood.
Igarashi Amaha's expression remained calm; he didn't even take his hands out of his trench coat pockets.
"Next one."
"My lord, we've already asked the remaining few people, and their answers are all the same: they've never seen them before," Aman temples already had a few strands of white hair, said respectfully from the side.
"Kill them all. Just tell everyone it was a Special Grade Cursed Spirit from a volcano that killed them," Igarashi Amaha said calmly.
Aman was somewhat troubled after hearing this and hesitated to take any action.
Is there a problem?
"It's like this, Mr. Wu instructed me that if you were indiscriminately killing innocent people, I should try my best to stop you, otherwise he would deduct my salary..." Aman buried his head tightly, not daring to look at Igarashi Amaha's face.
"That guy, Satoru." Igarashi Amaha shook his head and chuckled. "It's alright. These Houzi have 'his' scent on them; they're already considered Curse User. Let's kill them."
Aman breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, then turned around and gave the order.
Snap!
Igarashi Amaha lit a cigarette, gazing at the Sky Manipulation before him, lost in thought: Don't let me find you...
"Long time no see, Okkotsu."
"... Don't come any closer."
"Hey, don't be so cold."
"... Can't."
Do you know how much I want to punch you? You should think about it too.
"... don't want."
"You've made me so impatient; I might accidentally kill you."
"No, you can't come any closer! Rika!"
" Rika?"
roar!!!
Boom!! Lightning flashed and thunder roared!
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Record – April 29, 2017, Tokyo.
Four male students, including the mastermind, were seriously injured as a result of the vicious bullying.
"Execute a top-secret execution? That's unacceptable."
"But he himself agreed."
He's still a minor, a 16-year-old boy.
" Satoru Gojo, he has already killed three Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer and one Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer. Executing him is the best option."
"Oh, I see. So it's me. I'm just giving you a friendly piece of advice: Amaha hasn't been in a good mood lately. If he can't see his beloved Satoru Gojo right away because of your nagging, he might cause you trouble."
"You... you can take it with you..."
"It would have been better if you had done this sooner; I was too easy to talk to."
In a space filled with talismans, a boy sat blankly on a stool in the center.
With white bandages wrapped around his eyes, Satoru Gojo held a small knife and asked the boy opposite him, "What's this, Yuta Okkotsu?"
The boy glanced up and said in a low voice, "So it's... Little Knife. I was trying to commit suicide, but... Rika stopped me."
"How gloomy." Satoru Gojo threw the knife on the ground and said to Yuta Okkotsu, "You're going to school starting today."
"I'm not going." Yuta Okkotsu without hesitation, "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, so I'm never going out again."
"But it's lonely being alone. You've been cursed. If you use it in a different way, you can help others. Go learn how to use your power. If you still can't do it after learning, it's not too late to give up on yourself."
Tokyo Jujutsu High, first-year classroom.
While making exaggerated gestures, Satoru Gojo said, "Next, let's introduce the transfer student, everyone get hyped!"
"Let's have a chat."
Suguru Geto, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore and came over to pat Satoru Gojo on the shoulder, saying, "Alright, Satoru, stop fooling around. Everyone's tacitly ignoring you."
He called out to the door, "Come in, Okkotsu."
Whoosh!
The classroom door opened, and a melancholy-looking boy strode in—wait a minute!?
Igarashi Amaha, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, strode in and greeted everyone quite naturally.
"Oh, not busy at all?"
"Uh... aren't they freshmen?" The Panda and the others below were completely bewildered.
Suguru Geto was stunned when he saw Igarashi Amaha enter, and quickly asked, "Where's Okkotsu? Where did you put him?"
"Oh, that kid? I asked him to get me some cigarettes, I'm out." As he spoke, Igarashi Amaha took out a cigarette pack and showed it to Suguru Geto.
Suguru Geto was speechless upon hearing this. "They're freshmen, and you've already sent them out to run errands before they even got into the classroom? Why didn't you let me run errands for you?"
"May I?"
"Can't!"
"Then what are you talking about?" Igarashi Amaha gave Suguru Geto a look that suggested he was an idiot, then walked over and sat down next to Satoru Gojo.
Ignoring Suguru Geto's anger, the two continued their conversation.
Satoru Gojo looked at Igarashi Amaha curiously and asked, "You asked Okkotsu to run errands for you, didn't the one inside him cause you any trouble?"
Igarashi Amaha exhaled a puff of white smoke and said, "Ah, you mean that? I found it, and it gave me a fright, it was so scary."
"And then?" Satoru Gojo pressed.
"What else can we do? Shi Ning is quiet now. We've punched it a few hundred times and it's become docile," Igarashi Amaha said nonchalantly.
"Let him be angry, he can't beat me anyway."
Satoru Gojo chuckled, "Not necessarily. Little Okkotsu is an extraordinary genius."
"Pfft." Igarashi Amaha couldn't help but laugh, then looked directly at Satoru Gojo's white bandages and said seriously, "That's just the threshold for meeting me."
"As expected of you, Amaha- chan~" Satoru Gojo paused for a moment, then smiled broadly.
The people below listened to them, stunned.
" Inumaki, has Igarashi- sensei always been this arrogant?" Panda whispered in Toge Inumaki's ear.
"Yeah, yeah, that's really arrogant," Maki chimed in from the side.
"Prince Mingtai." Toge Inumaki nodded seriously.
Bang bang bang!
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Suguru Geto looked over and quickly waved, saying, "Come in quickly, Okkotsu."
Yuta Okkotsu nodded sheepishly and went inside.
The next second, the three Panda' pupils shrank sharply, and they all stood up and rushed forward.
" Igarashi- sensei, your..." Just as Yuta Okkotsu handed the cigarette to Igarashi Amaha, three figures instantly appeared beside him, and a naginata was even pressed against his throat.