### Chapter 7: The Heavenly Tyrant!
"The last time I ate at this restaurant, the food was quite good."
Kong Siu led the man in black beside him through the door and into the restaurant.
He then spoke to the latter.
"Hmm, with this many people, it does seem like it's not bad."
"However, all the seats are taken."
This man in black... just from the outline of his form visible through his black long-sleeved shirt, one could faintly make out his solid, powerful muscles.
Those were definitely not muscles that an ordinary person could build simply by working out at a gym.
If he were to explode into action, it would likely be as violent and ferocious as a dormant volcano suddenly erupting.
Jujutsu Sorcerers or Cursed Spirits below Special Grade would probably not even have a chance to resist before him.
In fact, his battle record confirmed exactly that.
"Since that's the case, we have no choice but to find another restaurant... Hey, Zenin?"
Just as Kong Siu was saying this and preparing to turn and leave, he saw his "Sorcerer Killer" partner walking in a certain direction.
The man waved his hand without looking back, saying:
"I've discarded the Zenin name. I've married into the Fushiguro family now, so my surname is Fushiguro."
Zenin... or rather, Fushiguro Toji, walked with his hands in his pockets.
He headed towards a table for four where only one person was sitting.
Walking up behind the young man with short black hair, he reached out to pat the former on the shoulder.
"Hey, kid..."
"You and that man want to share a table with me?"
"—"
Just a moment before his right hand could touch the black-haired young man in front of him, the young man suddenly spoke.
Fushiguro Toji's movement froze instantly, and the pupils in his sanpaku eyes constricted slightly.
However, seeing that Ryota made no other movement besides speaking.
After a pause, Fushiguro Toji lowered his hand, the corner of his mouth with the scar curling up in an interested arc.
Even ordinary people possess a very minute amount of Cursed Energy.
Such Cursed Energy cannot hide from the eyes of Jujutsu Sorcerers or Curse Users.
However.
An exception appeared in this world.
Heavenly Restriction granted him a physique with completely [Zero Cursed Energy].
Thus, at the cost of completely losing Cursed Energy, the man born into one of the three great sorcerer clans, who had now married into the Fushiguro family and become Fushiguro Toji, obtained an unparalleled powerful body.
When he walked, ordinary people found it hard to notice his presence.
Jujutsu Sorcerers or Curse Users all perceive enemies through Cursed Energy.
Fushiguro Toji, with completely zero Cursed Energy, was like an invisible man, his presence undetectable.
But it wasn't limited to just this characteristic. As a bounty hunter, Fushiguro Toji had killed countless powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers and Curse Users.
In the underworld, he was honored as the Emperor of the Underground—the Sorcerer Killer!
If others' innate restrictions are called Heavenly Restrictions.
Then, on the man named Fushiguro Toji, that innate restriction should be called the "Heavenly Tyrant"!
In his entire life, Fushiguro Toji had only been detected once while standing behind someone—during his youth, when he went out of curiosity to see the newly born [Six Eyes] of the Gojo clan.
Other than that, he had never encountered such a situation.
After so many years, he had once again met someone who could detect his presence!
He had originally intended just to share a table, but unexpectedly, it seemed he had run into an incredible monster...
Facing this young man who looked to be about the same age as that [Six Eyes], Fushiguro Toji revealed a smile tinged with madness.
"Yeah."
Fushiguro Toji wouldn't do thankless tasks.
But as the Heavenly Tyrant, Fushiguro Toji also possessed his own unique pride.
If they were to fight, it was unknown who would be stronger or weaker, let alone over something as simple as sharing a meal.
If he denied it like this and then left...
Then in the future, he wouldn't even need others to mock him; he would laugh at himself often.
"You can, but the bill for this table will be paid by you."
Ryota put down the cutlery in his hand and turned his face to look at Fushiguro Toji's somewhat fierce and unruly face.
Their gazes collided in mid-air for the first time.
Ryota's eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Do you accept?"
"It's just a meal. I'll pay for it."
Fushiguro Toji said nonchalantly.
"Hey, Zen... Fushiguro, you say that, but I only said I'd treat *you* to this meal. I didn't say I'd bring anyone else along."
At this moment, Kong Siu, who had walked over and just heard their conversation, immediately spoke to Fushiguro Toji.
While speaking, he discreetly glanced at the dishes served on the table.
He immediately understood why the restaurant allowed this black-haired young man to occupy a four-person table all by himself.
This single order cost more than what several ordinary people would eat.
No wonder other seats were full, while Ryota was here alone.
"So, are you going back on your word?"
Ryota looked at Fushiguro Toji and asked with interest.
"Are you joking?"
The corner of Fushiguro Toji's mouth pulled into a very dangerous arc. Meeting Ryota's gaze, a sense of confrontation faintly formed.
"..."
From a distance, he hadn't felt it.
But, having once been a detective and now mingling with Curse User groups, working as an intermediary providing intelligence...
Kong Siu's intuition was undeniably sharp.
At this moment, he also noticed the unusual atmosphere between his partner, known as the 'Sorcerer Killer', and the young man before him.
So he didn't refute Fushiguro Toji's words again.
"Alright then, I'll pay for this table. However..."
Kong Siu's tone shifted.
"I'm responsible for the consumption of the two of us, after all, I was the one who offered to treat."
"But this gentleman's expenses will be deducted from your next 'job' payment."
"Hah?"
Fushiguro Toji, who was just about to sit opposite Ryota, paused at Kong Siu's words. Then, as if he hadn't heard a thing, he sat down naturally.