The news spread like poison through the clans.
Multiple sorcerers dead.
A direct clash with Satoru Gojo.
And the culprit—
Toji Fushiguro.
Inside the grand hall of the Zenin estate, elders sat in furious silence.
One of them slammed his fist against the wooden floor.
"He has brought shame to our bloodline!"
Another growled, "A man with no cursed energy dares slaughter sorcerers? He should have died long ago."
At the center of the hall stood a tall figure with sharp eyes and a cold smile.
Naoya Zenin.
"So the failure is causing trouble again," Naoya said lazily. "How amusing."
An elder turned toward him.
"You will eliminate him."
Naoya's smile widened.
"With pleasure."
The Hunt Begins
That same night, deep within Tokyo's industrial district, Toji moved silently between warehouses.
He knew they would come.
The Zenin clan could not tolerate his existence.
He stopped walking.
The wind shifted.
Multiple presences surrounded him.
Ten elite Zenin assassins stepped into the open, cursed tools glowing.
At their head—
Naoya.
"You've made quite a mess," Naoya said calmly. "Killing sorcerers without cursed energy… it's embarrassing to watch."
Toji glanced at him.
"You talk too much. Just like the elders."
The assassins attacked instantly.
Cursed techniques activated.
Projection Sorcery accelerated movements to impossible speeds.
Blades flashed from every angle.
But Toji didn't retreat.
He stepped forward.
Instinct vs Technique
An assassin appeared behind him—
Dead in one motion.
Another lunged from the left—
Neck snapped mid-attack.
Naoya accelerated, appearing as if teleporting through space.
"You can't react to my speed," Naoya said confidently.
Toji didn't track cursed energy.
He tracked breathing.
Foot pressure.
Air displacement.
Naoya's strike missed by a hair's width.
Toji's counter cut across his shoulder.
Blood sprayed.
Naoya jumped back, eyes wide for the first time.
"You… predicted me?"
Toji's expression didn't change.
"You're fast."
He stepped forward.
"But not faster than death."
Within minutes, the warehouse floor was covered in fallen Zenin elites.
Only Naoya remained standing, breathing heavily.
For the first time in his life—
He felt fear.
"You're not human…" Naoya whispered.
Toji tilted his head slightly.
"No."
He walked past Naoya.
"I'm what happens when your world makes a mistake."
Naoya clenched his teeth but did not attack again.
Toji disappeared into the darkness.
Back at the Zenin estate, the elders waited for victory news.
Instead—
They received silence.
And in that silence, a terrifying truth settled in.
The Sorcerer Killer was no longer just hunting random targets.
He was dismantling the very foundation of jujutsu society.
One clan at a time.