Chapter 1: Let Me Study Your Body for a Bit!
The Jujutsu world.
The United States.
On a scorching beach, the air was filled with youthful energy.
Countless graceful figures played along the shoreline.
A man lay on a beach chair with his upper body bare, enjoying the unique flavor of summer through his sunglasses.
"This kind of place really is the most convenient."
Zenin Jinsuke was selecting his next target.
Bad figure? No.
No money? No.
If he was going to live off someone, he only chose the best.
With his height of over 190 centimeters, a perfectly built body, and a handsome face, living off others was a guaranteed success every time.
"Excellent temperament, outstanding looks, and an expensive bracelet on her wrist. Definitely not someone short on money."
After setting his sights on a wealthy-looking Western woman, Zenin Jinsuke prepared to get up and strike up a conversation, solving his living expenses for the next few days.
However, at that moment, a graceful figure blocked his view.
The newcomer brushed back her long hair, struck a sexy pose, and raised her fair hand beside her bright, lively eyes in a V sign.
"What kind of woman do you like?" the blonde girl asked with a smile.
She wore a distinctive black fitted short-sleeve top on her upper body and light blue jeans on her lower half, giving off a sharp and dashing aura.
Seeing the woman before him, Zenin Jinsuke slowly removed his sunglasses, a trace of helplessness in his eyes.
"Tell me, did you really not put a tracker on me?"
He knew this energetic woman in front of him—and had known her for a long time.
Tsukumo Yuki, a special-grade jujutsu sorcerer who never accepted missions from the higher-ups of the jujutsu world and loved wandering abroad.
Thinking about it carefully, he and this unreliable woman had known each other for four or five years already.
"Do I look like the kind of woman who installs trackers on people?" Tsukumo Yuki said casually as she picked up the iced juice beside Zenin Jinsuke and took a big sip.
"Ah— I'm finally alive again! This weather is way too hot."
Zenin Jinsuke had long since grown used to Tsukumo Yuki's behavior—so used to it that he was numb.
"So how exactly did you find me? I've only been in this city a few days. Don't tell me it's another coincidence."
Part of the reason he never stayed long in one city was to avoid Tsukumo Yuki.
Almost every few months, he changed cities or even countries.
Yet this woman was like an adhesive plaster—always able to pinpoint his location with frightening accuracy, which was why he suspected she had put a tracker on him.
Hearing this, Tsukumo Yuki blinked, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. "This isn't a coincidence—it's our fate!"
"Haven't you noticed how destined we are?"
She clasped her hands together and bowed deeply. "So please, let me study you properly again!"
"This time, I'll definitely discover the secret of your body!"
Her eyes shone as she sized up Zenin Jinsuke's scar-marked physique, as if she were looking at an invaluable treasure.
"Hah…"
Zenin Jinsuke sat up, a hint of interest appearing in his gaze.
He knew exactly why Tsukumo Yuki was so obsessed with finding him.
The reason was simple: Heavenly Restriction.
He had been in the Jujutsu world for over twenty years. When he first learned that he was born into one of the three great jujutsu families, the Zenin Clan, he was secretly pleased. At the very least, it was a prestigious family—and he was also the elder brother of Zenin Toji, the infamous Sorcerer Killer.
With that status, there was no need to worry about having a bad future.
With the resources of the Zenin Clan, becoming a Grade 1 sorcerer should have been no problem.
However, accidents always came suddenly.
Perhaps as some sort of consideration for a transmigrator, the moment he was born, the heavens unilaterally imposed a restriction on him—there wasn't a trace of cursed energy in his body.
He knew how powerful a Heavenly Restriction was. Although he had no cursed energy, he gained extreme physical ability, resistance to cursed energy, and extraordinarily sharp senses.
Though he couldn't exorcise cursed spirits or become a jujutsu sorcerer, his combat strength surpassed the vast majority of sorcerers. With cursed tools, killing weaker special-grade cursed spirits wasn't particularly difficult.
He never cared much about having no cursed energy.
But…
He knew the Zenin Clan valued cursed energy and techniques above all else, and that they wouldn't welcome him—but he never expected their hostility toward him to far exceed his imagination.
After personally experiencing the malice Zenin Toji had endured as a child, he finally understood why Toji became a Sorcerer Killer.
As for why he now wandered abroad like Tsukumo Yuki all day, the reasons were… complicated.
"Pay up."
Zenin Jinsuke looked at Tsukumo Yuki and held out his hand.
If she wanted to study his body, she could trade money for it—perfect timing, since he was short on cash lately.
Hearing this, Tsukumo Yuki's face immediately fell, her whole body seeming to deflate.
"No money."
"I'm saying, is money all you see?"
Tsukumo Yuki puffed out her cheeks and straightened her impressive figure. "Am I really not attractive to you at all?"
She couldn't understand why this man always talked about money.
Didn't he know she was poor? She was probably the poorest sorcerer in the entire jujutsu world.
As a special-grade sorcerer, she could earn huge sums just by taking a few missions.
But she didn't get along with the jujutsu higher-ups and clashed with their ideology, so she never paid any attention to the missions they assigned her.
As a result, even the clothes she wore were issued by Jujutsu High—she simply altered them into a style she liked and made them her own.
Aside from being broke, there was nothing lacking about her, okay?
She had looks, strength, youth, vitality—both elegant and dashing. Where else could he find a woman like her?
"No money? Then what the hell are you talking about? Go play somewhere else—don't get in the way of me living off others."
Zenin Jinsuke instantly lost interest. Without money, how was he supposed to freeload?
Trying to take advantage of his body for free? As if.
"Come on, we've known each other for so many years. Can't you make an exception this time and not charge me?"
Seeing seduction fail, Tsukumo Yuki immediately switched tactics, acting cute as she grabbed Zenin Jinsuke's hand and shook it back and forth with watery eyes.
"No."
Zenin Jinsuke rejected her mercilessly. A true sigma man was immune to cute antics—his eyes filled only with unwavering conviction.
"I'll put it on credit! Credit is fine, right?!"
If it weren't for her ideals, how could she end up this miserable? One day, she would definitely make this detestable man spit out every last cent he had wrung from her!
"That works—but double."
"You…!"
"What about me? Even borrowing money has interest. Credit is no exception."
Zenin Jinsuke said matter-of-factly.
Hearing this, Tsukumo Yuki's face flushed red. She had never seen someone so shameless!
"…Fine! I agree!" Tsukumo Yuki said through gritted teeth.
At worst, she'd just take on a few missions. As a dignified special-grade sorcerer, could she really be defeated by mere material possessions?
"Since that's settled, come with me."
Seeing Tsukumo Yuki agree, Zenin Jinsuke finally revealed a satisfied smile.
But in Tsukumo Yuki's eyes, that smile looked incomparably sly and treacherous.