Beneath the dark clouds, neon lights shimmered across the sky, dazzling and spectacular.
Splash!
A cool breeze swept by, making the hem of the trench coat rustle.
Igarashi Amaha stood before the group, in the darkness, calmly surveying them.
"You're here, my dear brother." Aoki dragged his tired body and forced an awkward smile.
"Now that you know the whole story, you still dare to show up in front of me so brazenly? What, have you had enough of living?" Igarashi Amaha put his hands in his trench coat pockets, still showing no intention of taking them out, calmly staring at the extremely familiar face in front of him.
Aoki scoffed, "Confidence is a good thing, but too much of it becomes arrogance, my dear brother."
Having said that, he slowly raised one hand and pointed at Igarashi Amaha.
At the same time, as if guided by something, the large number of Cursed Spirit below the building all looked up. They exchanged a knowing glance, and then transformed into countless streams of light and flew upwards.
Seeing this, the Masamichi Yaga, who was holding the head of a Cursed Spirit in his hand, frowned. "What's going on? Is there something up there?"
"Don't worry about it, Amaha is up there, it'll be fine," Satoru Gojo replied casually as he moved among the Cursed Spirit.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several Cursed Spirit exuding a strong aura of blood appeared around Igarashi Amaha, their eyes fixed on the man in the center, their muscles tense, ready to tear him to shreds at any moment.
Igarashi Amaha stretched out a hand to her neck and twisted it, glancing disdainfully at the group of Special Grade Cursed Spirit beside her, as if they were trash. She lazily said, "Oh dear, Onii-chan, is this all the confidence you have?"
As he spoke, he began to walk step by step toward Aoki, completely ignoring the Cursed Spirit around him.
boom!!!
Suddenly, a surge of vengeful spirit energy rushed toward Igarashi Amaha. A humanoid Special Grade Cursed Spirit instantly appeared in front of him, its enormous figure blocking Igarashi Amaha's path, preventing him from taking another step forward.
" Jujutsu Sorcerer, I don't like your gaze at all." A hoarse voice came from the throat of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
"Pfft." Igarashi Amaha seemed to have heard some international joke and couldn't help but chuckle. The next second, his expression changed, and an extremely domineering aura suddenly surged from his body. His black hair danced wildly, like an invincible demon king. His overwhelming momentum swept out and engulfed the sky and the earth!
The pupils of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit in front of Igarashi Amaha shrank sharply. Before he could recover from this aura, a cold and unyielding voice rang out beside him.
"Too high."
boom!!!
An invisible force struck, and the Cursed Spirit's body collapsed uncontrollably to his knees. The immense force caused the ground beneath their feet to crumble, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the entire rooftop. The Cursed Spirit's breathing became increasingly difficult, and he looked up at Igarashi Amaha with eyes filled with terror, "You... you are... what..."
"Still high."
Pfft!!
Before the words were even finished, the Cursed Spirit was instantly crushed into a pile of flesh and blood. It didn't even have time to scream before turning into mottled fragments on the ground, emitting a foul stench.
What, what are you doing?
"What's wrong with this guy?"
"What kind of power is this...? Has it made its move...? It must have... It should have."
"That aura... this guy must be Cursed Spirit too..."
The other Cursed Spirit nearby went into a daze, their previous arrogance completely gone. They were all ready to run away at any moment. Although they were bound by Binding Vow, they were more willing to pay a price than die.
Snap! Snap!
"Snap out of it, good brother." Igarashi Amaha, who had somehow appeared in front of everyone, patted Aoki's cheek and said teasingly.
Aoki's veins bulged, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Igarashi Amaha, then suddenly grinned and laughed, "Hahahaha, truly, truly amazing! You've become this strong, Igarashi Amaha!"
Igarashi Amaha casually lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of white smoke onto Aoki's face, and said, "You're supposed to be a worldly person, why are you yelling like that? You scared the hell out of me."
"No, no, no, I've never encountered someone like you, with such an aura, in a thousand years. But you really do resemble a character I read about in a book, though that's all. Heh heh." Aoki sneered.
Igarashi Amaha raised an eyebrow in surprise upon hearing this. He hadn't expected Kenjaku to reveal his true identity so readily. As for the characters in the book he mentioned? He didn't care. Igarashi Amaha looked down at Aoki and said with interest, "Oh, old bastard, you're not pretending anymore. I thought you'd keep up the act."
Aoki shook his head. "That's no longer necessary, is it?"
Who knows?
The atmosphere became tense. Jogo and the others held their breath. The conversation had ended there, which meant that it was time to take action!
"Hoo." Igarashi Amaha exhaled a puff of white smoke, and just as he was about to throw away the cigarette butt, a hand with stitches slapped the back of his hand.
Snap!
Igarashi Amaha turned his head helplessly and saw that the Mahito's eyes were full of excitement, and saliva was even dripping from his mouth. "Got it."
" Idle Transfiguration "!!!
Whoosh!!
The next second, the world changed in the Mahito's pupils, and a sense of awe welled up from the bottom of his heart. He stared blankly at his surroundings.
Inside the dimly lit hall, several towering pillars came into view on both sides. Each pillar was carved with a lifelike black dragon that coiled and twisted, making it exceptionally magnificent. When Mahito looked up, they could not see the end of the dragon, as if it were the supporting point of this Sky Manipulation.
The Mahito looked ahead and saw two enormous black dragons surrounding the central throne. Their eyes were filled with utmost respect, and their long, thin whiskers swayed gently. The terrifying aura they exuded made the Mahito freeze, afraid to make a sound, and even his breathing became cautious. But what was even more terrifying was the figure on the throne.
He wore a black robe with dragon patterns, and the beads on his crown hung quietly down to his face, making it impossible for Mahito to see his face.
He rested one hand on his cheek and gently stroked the massive dragon head beside him with the other, his expression arrogant as he slowly uttered a few words.
"I..."
Pfft!!!
Before the bewildered eyes of the Mahito, his body was instantly torn to shreds and disappeared into the palace.
Only a few seconds had passed in reality. Under the tense gazes of Jogo and the others, the Mahito whose hand was on Igarashi Amaha's hand began to tremble involuntarily.
call!!
A cold wind blew by, and the Mahito's body turned into dust and disintegrated with the wind.
"Just this once, okay? Don't be naughty next time." Igarashi Amaha flicked his cigarette butt away, watching the ashes drift away into the distance, and laughed.
There's no abandonment of the story; I've just been in the hospital recently due to some health issues. I've been trying my best to write discreetly, and I'm truly sorry to all my readers. This book only depicts the world of Jujutsu; no other worlds will appear, so please rest assured.
I ask for everything, and I am grateful for your companionship.