Mahito stepped through the spatial gate, and the heavy rain immediately slammed against his bamboo hat.
He listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the hat, imagining the sound of clashing swords.
His previously calmed emotions gradually rose.
He walked down the road, at the end of which was the Zen'in clan estate, which appeared hazy in the torrential rain.
Suddenly, he felt someone's gaze on him.
This was a strange experience; he clearly wasn't using any Cursed Technique, but his Cursed Energy permeated his surroundings, spreading outward.
Every drop of rain and every sound wave was under his observation.
He was like the god of this world, and now the god looked around, easily discovering the surveillance.
But he did not turn his head or waver, simply continuing to walk toward the end of the road.
More and more gazes focused on him.
He gently pulled down his bamboo hat to cover his face, advancing at a steady pace through the curtain of rain.
Kirigiri seemed to sense the danger, emitting a crisp hum and trembling restlessly in its scabbard.
He lightly stroked Kirigiri, and the long blade's crisp hum slowly dissipated, becoming as quiet as a maiden.
The Zen'in estate fell into a commotion.
The guards nervously watched Mahito in the rain, their hands unconsciously pressing against the long blades at their waists.
Suddenly, over fifty people emerged from within.
The expressions on their faces were as dead as stone; they were more professional than the guards.
Before Mahito could even get close, their blades were already unsheathed.
In an instant, the sound of drawing blades filled the air, even drowning out the sound of the rain.
Mahito scanned them, suddenly focusing his gaze on one of them.
He felt the rising power around him; this man was the leader among them.
He recalled information from the original work; it seemed this person was also a character from the original work.
Normally, Mahito would never remember such a minor character, but his state was exceptionally good now.
With just one look, he recognized the man.
"Zen'in clan, captain of the Kukuru Unit, Zen'in Shinro?"
he suddenly asked.
The man was stunned.
"You know me?"
Mahito finally stopped his footsteps, and everyone unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Only Zen'in Shinro did not; he glared at Mahito cautiously, hesitating whether to strike first.
Although Mahito's body was relaxed now, his stance in the wind and rain was like that of a god or demon.
The lower half of his face under the bamboo hat was shrouded in darkness, even his heterochromatic eyes were covered, leaving only a quiet terror pressing forward.
"All Jujutsu Sorcerers in the Zen'in clan without a Cursed Technique are obligated to join the Kukuru Unit."
"Because they lack a technique, they can only train their physical performance, so everyone is a combat expert, capable of defeating Cursed Spirits of the same rank with just physical skills."
Mahito lightly brushed the hilt of Kirigiri as his power ignited unknowingly.
He said softly,
"But that isn't the mission of the Kukuru Unit."
"The Kukuru Unit's mission is to assist the Hei."
"You've been deployed, which means the Hei are behind you?"
"Are you the pawns sent to test me?"
"'Pawns' is such an ugly word."
Zen'in Shinro sneered.
"A mere Cursed Spirit doesn't need the lords of the Hei, as long as I—"
Suddenly, Mahito turned.
Mid-turn, he brought Kirigiri in front of him and, with the force of the rotation, violently threw Kirigiri along with its scabbard.
Zen'in Shinro hadn't expected a warrior to throw the blade in his hand before the battle even started.
Fortunately, he was always prepared for surprises; seeing this, he immediately swung his long blade to parry Kirigiri.
Amidst the crisp sound of the collision, Mahito activated his Reverse Cursed Technique application, setting the target of Soul Creation to—
Aoi Todo.
Technique release:
Boogie Woogie!
Kirigiri flew toward the sky due to the reaction force of the parry, its scabbard falling off mid-flight.
With a crisp sound of a clap, the scabbard and Mahito swapped places, and a hand gripped the hilt of Kirigiri.
Zen'in Shinro's pupils dilated.
He was currently holding his blade up in a parry, and there was no way he could have imagined Mahito would appear before his eyes in an instant.
His last sentence wasn't finished, and his movement wasn't complete, but Mahito was already in front of him.
At this moment, he finally saw Mahito's face clearly.
Those heterochromatic eyes shimmered in the torrential rain, looking like a god or a ghost.
Soul Creation switched:
Momo Nishimiya, Tool Manipulation Technique.
The blade lightly sliced through Zen'in Shinro's throat, cutting into the esophagus, passing through the neck bone, and emerging from the gap.
A single strike, a decapitation.
Mahito kicked Zen'in Shinro away. The severed head still bore an arrogant expression as it flew through the torrential rain, landed on the soaking wet road, and rolled into the gate.
Blood fountained from the cut on his neck.
Amidst the spreading blood, Mahito raised Kirigiri and pointed it straight at the Zen'in clan.
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