Greetings fellow readers, MasterW here
As promised, a new chapter.
Since the week just started, how about you stone this story, let's increase the ranking, can we?
Also, as I told you guys before, the Omake here is R18, so you are forewarned.
Without any further to do, enjoy!!
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The streets of Chiba were quiet under the streetlights. Most shops had already closed, and only the occasional car passed by.
Ichika and Miku walked side by side, both wearing casual clothes instead of their school uniforms with lingering wonder.
The night air was cool against their skin, carrying the faint scent of distant rain.
"I still can't believe that Sensei healed Yotsuba so easily…" Ichika murmured, looking up at the night sky
Miku nodded, hugging herself slightly. "That was…." She didn't had words to describe it
Just yesterday, they were young girls worrying about their youngest sibling, and now, they discover they are being targeted by someone in a hidden world they didn't even knew existed.
To say they weren't shocked would be an understatement
A man suddenly stepped out from a dark alley directly in front of them, blocking their path
He was fairly slim, with narrow pale-blue eyes and short black hair featuring pointed bangs that hung between his eyes. A small, vertical scar marked the left side of his mouth, giving him a permanently unpleasant smirk.
"Tch… These are the ones I'm supposed to hurt?" He said sarcastically, tilting his head. "Man, boss really gives me the most difficult tasks. What a shame to damage such cute faces."
Ichika and Miku instinctively took several steps back, hearts pounding.
The man chuckled darkly, cracking his knuckles.
"Nothing to say? Well… easier for me, I guess."
Cursed energy flared around his hands as he lunged forward with frightening speed, claws formed from malicious energy aimed straight at the sisters.
In that instant…...
A figure appeared between them and the attacker stopping the attack with his body.
With one hand, the figure casually caught the man's wrist mid-strike, stopping the attack completely. The cursed energy around the man's hand fizzled out and vanished, making the attacker jump back a medium distance
He was of course, Yoshioka Akira.
His platinum hair and crimson eyes stood out sharply even in the dim street lighting.
The attacker's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh? A sorcerer."
Akira stared at him passively, his expression calm and unreadable. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
The pressure in the air grew heavier.
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Meanwhile, at the hospital...
The hallways were dimly lit and mostly empty at this late hour.
A young man with a harrowed, twisted expression walked quickly down the corridor, muttering angrily under his breath. His face was filled with rage and grief as he moved with clear purpose.
He turned a corner and suddenly stopped.
Zaimozuka Yoshiteru stood calmly in the middle of the hall, adjusting his glasses with a composed expression.
The man snarled. "Move aside, kid. I need to enact my revenge."
Zaimozuka simply pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a small, knowing smile forming on his lips.
'Sensei's plan seems to be successful'
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(Some Time Before)
The private hospital room was filled with quiet sobs and warm, tearful laughter.
Nakano Yotsuba sat up in bed, still slightly dazed but completely healed. Her four sisters had practically piled onto her in a tight group hug, refusing to let go. Ichika had her face buried in Yotsuba's shoulder, Miku was silently crying while holding her hand, Nino was trying, and failing, to look tough, though the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes betrayed her emotions. Itsuki kept gently patting Yotsuba's head, as if afraid this was all a dream
Nakano Maruo knelt beside the bed, tears streaming openly down his face without restraint.
Akira, Mai, and Zaimozuka stood respectfully near the door, allowing the family this precious moment of reunion
After some time had passed, Akira spoke softly
"Nakano-dono."
Maruo wiped his eyes and rose to his feet, turning toward him with profound gratitude. "Yoshioka-sama… I don't know how to thank you"
"You can thank me by assisting us in capturing those responsible," Akira replied calmly. "Curse Users rarely work alone. There are likely accomplices involved. I have a plan to draw them out."
He paused briefly, ensuring he had everyone's full attention before continuing in his usual formal tone.
"Here is what we shall do. We will keep Yotsuba's full recovery a secret from everyone outside this room. The official story will remain that she is still in critical condition, unconscious and barely clinging to life. We will remove the visible guards from outside her door to make the situation appear vulnerable. The hospital staff shall be instructed to act accordingly"
Mai frowned slightly, her brows knitting together. "Isn't that too obvious? They might suspect a trap"
Akira shook his head gently.
"This kind of attack was not planned with cold logic. It was carried out with raw passion and emotion. If the perpetrator is as desperate and unhinged as I suspect, they will likely seize the opportunity even if the circumstances appear somewhat suspicious"
He turned his crimson gaze toward the quintuplets.
"We will need two people to act as bait. Individuals the enemy might recognize and feel compelled to approach"
Before Maruo could voice his objection, Ichika and Miku stepped forward together.
"I'll do it," Ichika said firmly, her voice steady.
"Me too," Miku added quietly, her usual shy demeanor replaced by quiet determination.
Maruo's face immediately paled. "Absolutely not!" he protested, his voice rising with panic. "I will not allow any more of my daughters to be put in danger after what happened to Yotsuba!"
Akira met the man's gaze with unwavering steadiness.
"I give you my word," he said solemnly. "I will ensure their safety personally. No harm shall come to them"
Maruo looked at the determined faces of Ichika and Miku, then back at Akira. The internal struggle was evident in his exhausted features. After a long, heavy silence, he finally exhaled a shaky breath and gave a reluctant nod.
"I will handle the bait since my students are still not accustomed to fighting while defending someone" Akira then turned to Mai and Zaimozuka "This is what the two of you will have to do…"
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(Present)
The scarred man's eyes widened in genuine surprise as Akira stood calmly between him and the two sisters.
"Hah… So that Nakano guy actually hired proper jujutsu sorcerers to protect his precious daughters?" He let out a low, mocking laugh. "Didn't expect that from a pathetic businessman. Interesting."
He took a step back, cracking his neck while studying Akira with narrowed eyes.
"The name's Cang Du. Remember it well. It'll be the last name you ever hear."
Akira remained completely silent. His crimson eyes were steady and unreadable. With a small, almost casual motion of his hand, he activated his technique.
"Restore"
The Thousand Demon Dagger materialized in his grasp, its shards rapidly assembling into a sharp, elegant blade.
Cang Du grinned, clearly amused.
"A man of few words, straight to action. I like that." He rolled his shoulders. "Very well. Since you'll be dead soon anyway, I'll be generous and explain my technique."
He spread his arms slightly as cursed energy surged around his body.
"My cursed technique is called Iron. It allows me to coat my skin, partially or fully, with a layer of iron. While active, my body becomes virtually invulnerable to physical attacks."
The moment the words left his mouth, a visible surge of power rippled through him. He had willingly revealed his hand, triggering the Binding Vow that drastically increased the potency of his technique.
Cang Du's skin took on a dark metallic sheen, gleaming faintly under the streetlights. His entire body now radiated an overwhelming hardness.
In the world of jujutsu, few defensive techniques could compare to his.
His body, reinforced by Iron, became as hard as Tungsten, capable of withstanding direct hits from high-grade cursed techniques, bullets, and even blades with minimal damage.
It was widely regarded by those who knew him as one of the most powerful physical defenses in the jujutsu world.
Excluding Gojo Satoru's Limitless and Yoshioka Akira's reinforcement
From a nearby rooftop, Sakurada Nao raised her hand. A large, semi-transparent Veil expanded over the entire street, isolating the battlefield and preventing any civilians from witnessing the fight or cursed energy from leaking out.
Cang Du smirked confidently.
"Now then… shall we begin?"
He charged forward with explosive speed, his iron-coated fist swinging in a devastating arc aimed at Akira's torso.
*CLANG!*
Akira parried the blow with the flat of his blade.
The impact rang out like a hammer striking an anvil. Sparks flew, but Akira didn't budge an inch.
Cang Du laughed. "Not bad!"
A powerful right hook came next, to which Akira tilted his head to evade. The punch whistled past his ear and shattered a nearby streetlight pole. Cang Du didn't stop, he spun into a heavy roundhouse kick aimed at Akira's ribs. The air itself seemed to groan under the force of the iron-hard leg.
Akira blocked it with his forearm, the collision sending another loud metallic ring echoing through the veiled street. He slid back half a step from the sheer momentum before steadying himself.
Cang Du's grin widened. His pale-blue eyes gleaming with excitement.
"You're pretty sturdy for a sorcerer! Let's see how long you last!"
He unleashed two more blistering punches in quick succession, each one heavy enough to crush concrete.
Akira deflected the first with his sword and redirected the second with an open palm, using the attacker's own force against him. The ground beneath their feet cracked under the pressure of the exchanged blows.
Cang Du unleashed a relentless barrage of iron-hard punches and kicks.
Each strike carried terrifying force, shattering the pavement where they missed.
Akira moved flawlessly, deflecting and dodging with minimal movement, his expression remaining calm the entire time.
Then, in a single fluid motion, Akira stepped inside Cang Du's guard and swung the Thousand Demon Dagger in a clean horizontal slash across the man's chest.
*Sching!*
The blade passed through the iron defense as if it were paper.
Cang Du's eyes widened in shock. A thin line of blood appeared across his chest as he staggered backward, leaping away to create distance.
"Impossible…!" he gasped, staring down at the wound. "What did you just do!? My Iron should be unbreakable!"
Akira did not reply
Instead, he moved.
In an instant, he closed the distance far faster than before. Cang Du barely had time to raise his arms in defense before the blade flashed again.
*Sching!*
A deep slash opened across Cang Du's chest. The man coughed blood, his iron reinforcement flickering and failing under the overwhelming effect of Akira's attack
As Cang Du fell to one knee, struggling to stay upright, Akira stood over him, blade held loosely at his side
"Just because your defense is formidable," Akira said calmly, his voice polite yet cold, "Does not mean it is infallible."
With those final words, Akira delivered one last precise slash.
Cang Du's body collapsed lifelessly onto the street.
The fight had ended in mere moments.
From the corner of the alley where they had taken shelter, Ichika and Miku watched the entire exchange with wide, shining eyes.
Their hearts were racing, not from fear, but from pure awe as they stared at the man with flowing platinum hair standing amidst the settling dust. The wind from the street moving his hair
"Sensei…" Ichika whispered, almost breathless.
Miku could only nod, completely captivated
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The dimly lit corridors were eerily silent at this hour. A young man with a harrowed, grief-stricken face moved quickly down the hallway, muttering curses under his breath.
His eyes burned with rage and obsession.
He turned a corner and stopped.
Zaimozuka Yoshiteru stood calmly in the middle of the hall, adjusting his glasses with a composed expression.
"Move aside" the man snarled. "I need to enact my revenge."
Zaimozuka didn't reply. He simply observed the man carefully.
The cursed user attacked without hesitation.
He charged wildly, throwing a frenzied punch followed by a sloppy kick. There was power behind the blows, but no cohesion, no rhythm.
Every strike was fueled by raw emotion rather than technique.
'His attacks are all so wild, Zaimozuka thought as he sidestepped another reckless swing. 'Completely lacking any sense of structure. Very much unlike Sensei'
After training directly under Yoshioka Akira's hand-to-hand combat, Zaimozuka had developed a keen eye for what true mastery looked like.
Sensei's movements were flawless, every step, every shift of weight, every strike carried purpose and efficiency.
There was no wasted motion, no unnecessary force. It was the pinnacle of close-quarters combat.
This man, by comparison, was a complete novice.
'But so am I' Zaimozuka admitted inwardly.
His biggest weakness had always been hand-to-hand combat.
He had spent most of his life immersed in comics, video games, anime, manga, and light novels.
Even now, he spent much of his free time writing his own fantasy stories. Becoming a sorcerer had been the greatest thing to ever happen to him.
He still remembered the day Sensei introduced him to the jujutsu world. After returning home and closing the door to his room, he had jumped around in pure joy, rolling on the floor like an idiot.
Then came the most grueling weeks of his life, brutal physical training unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Sensei had forcibly erased his romanticized, anime-inspired concepts of fighting and replaced them with cold reality.
Even so, Zaimozuka still lacked "combat sense", something that could only be gained through talent or relentless practice.
*BAM!*
He barely dodged another wild swing, using a hospital bed as cover. The man roared and hurled the entire bed aside with sheer brute force.
"I will avenge Raiha!" the young man screamed, launching himself forward again.
This time, he managed to graze Zaimozuka's arm.
Zaimozuka's eyes widened slightly. He felt a portion of his cursed energy suddenly diminish, as if something had drained it.
The man stepped back, breathing heavily, a manic grin spreading across his face.
"They told me that by revealing my technique, I can increase its effectiveness," he declared loudly. "So, listen well, you damn sorcerer! My Innate Technique is Failure Diagnosis! It was born from my grief… from the burning hatred I feel every single day! After my little sister Raiha died because of the medical negligence at this very hospital, under that bastard Maruo's oversight"
His eyes burned with madness.
"With this technique, I can 'diagnose' and impose layered failures or stacks upon my targets. I treat your bodies, your minds, and your cursed energy like failing bodies! Every stack brings you closer to total collapse!"
He laughed sharply. The sound unhinged.
"And because I've revealed my hand to you… its power has grown even stronger!"
Zaimozuka dodged another frenzied attack, leaping over an empty hospital bed.
The young man was growing more aggressive, his strikes becoming faster as the "Failure Diagnosis" stacks began to take effect.
'He's applying some kind of debuff by his stacks' Zaimozuka realized, feeling his movements grow slightly heavier.
Still, he kept evading. He knew he couldn't win in a direct brawl. His job was never to defeat the man, only to stall him and lead him exactly where Sensei has told them to
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(Some Time Before)
"S Sensei, I want to hit a Black Flash as well," Zaimozuka had said one afternoon, wiping sweat from his brow after another brutal training session.
Yotsuya and even Sakurajima Mai had already achieved it. He didn't want to fall behind.
Akira, standing with his hands in his pockets, looked at him calmly.
"You cannot force a Black Flash, Zaimozuka-san. It comes when one most needs it… or when their mind is in the right place."
"What do you mean, Sensei?"
"To hit a Black Flash, you need to have your mind in a state of extreme focus, or where your mind has a sufficient amount of determination. For that, you need to believe in yourself deeply."
"Believe in myself, like… 'I can do this!' kind of stuff?"
"If your mind is not in alignment with your motivations, you might never hit a Black Flash. Doubting yourself, or not having the right mentality, slows down your potential. You might have one of the most powerful techniques in the world, but if you do not have the right mind to use it, it is simply wasted."
"I see, Sensei. I will do my best."
"I know you will," Akira replied, a faint smile on his lips. "After all, you are my student."
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Zaimozuka barely dodged another wild swing, using a hospital bed as cover. The man roared and hurled the entire bed aside with sheer brute force.
"I will avenge Raiha!" The young man screamed, launching himself forward again.
Zaimozuka ducked low, hands positioned near his waist. His heart pounded, but his mind was strangely clear
'I'm the student of the Strongest Sorcerer…'
He took a deep breath.
'…So, I can be anything but weak!'
"Black Flash!!!"
The moment his fist connected with the young man's side, reality itself seemed to stutter.
*BLAM!*
A vortex of black and red energy exploded from the point of impact. The force sent the Cursed User flying down the corridor, crashing through several doors before slamming into a wall.
Zaimozuka stood there, breathing heavily, his eyes wide with awe.
For the first time, he truly felt his cursed energy like never before. It flowed through him with perfect clarity, sharp, responsive, and alive.
Just as Sakurajima-san and Yotsuya-san had described, it was an instinctive, almost pleasant feeling.
The world around him felt clearer. Every sound, every movement, every flow of cursed energy was sharper, more defined.
The young man slowly pushed himself up from the rubble, coughing blood. His eyes were filled with disbelief and growing fear as he realized the boy in front of him had just grown far more dangerous.
"You…!"
Noticing he could no longer fight Zaimozuka head-on, the young man turned and fled desperately down the corridor, heading straight toward Yotsuba's private room.
Zaimozuka gave chase, calmly following him.
The Curse User kicked open the door to the room with a furious roar, bursting inside with wild eyes, only to freeze.
The room was empty.
The bed was neatly made. No monitors. No patient.
Just an empty room where his target of vengeance should've been
He stood there, stunned, breathing heavily.
Zaimozuka stopped at the doorway, adjusting his glasses once more. A small, satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Didn't you notice?" he said calmly. "There was no one else in this hospital wing tonight."
"You… tricked me…!"
"Nah, we tricked you," A voice replied from behind him.
"We?"
Before the young man could fully process the words, a blade burst out of his chest with brutal precision.
He looked down in shock, then twisted his head to see Sakurajima Mai standing right behind him, gripping her kusarigama tightly. The weighted chain weapon had pierced straight through his back.
"What—?!" The young man tried to speak, but only blood bubbled from his mouth as he coughed violently.
Mai yanked the blade out cleanly. The Cursed User collapsed to his knees, gasping.
"As Sensei once said," Zaimozuka added calmly, "There is no such thing as a 1v1 in the jujutsu world."
"That's not exactly what Sensei said," Mai corrected, wiping the blood from her blade, "But close enough."
Mai casually pulled out her phone and began texting, while the defeated young man struggled on the ground, trying to push himself up despite the gaping wound in his chest.
A few moments later, the door opened again. Nakano Maruo stepped inside, his face pale. His eyes immediately landed on the kneeling, bloodied man.
"You—!" The Cursed User coughed violently, trying to shout. "You…!"
"…Uesugi Fuutarou," Maruo said quietly, his voice heavy with recognition.
Mai raised an eyebrow, glancing between them. "You know him?"
Maruo nodded slowly, his expression pained. "I knew his father… and his late mother. His younger sister, Raiha, was admitted here after a severe car accident. We did everything we could, but… her injuries were too great. She passed away despite our best efforts."
Fuutarou's eyes burned with pure hatred. With the last of his strength, he shouted, voice cracking with raw emotion
"It was your fault! She could have been saved! If you had tried harder— if you weren't so incompetent, she would still be alive!"
Maruo closed his eyes for a moment, his shoulders slumping.
"I'm truly sorry," he said softly. "Medicine is not miraculous. We cannot save every patient, no matter how hard we try…"
"Shut up!" Fuutarou screamed, spittle and blood flying from his mouth. "Shut up, shut up! I'll kill you… just like I killed that useless man who called himself my father!"
Maruo's eyes widened in shock. "Isanari-san… is dead?"
"Yes!" Fuutarou roared, suddenly lunging forward with the last remnants of his cursed energy. "And I'll kill you the same way—!"
Both Mai and Zaimozuka were caught off guard by the desperate final surge. Fuutarou's hands were mere inches from Maruo's face when….
*Sching*
A blade suddenly appeared from the side of Maruo's head, piercing straight through Fuutarou's skull with lethal precision.
The young man's body went rigid, then limp.
Akira stood there calmly. The Thousand Demon Dagger still embedded in Fuutarou's head. He pulled the blade free with a smooth motion.
"Never let your guard down," Akira said quietly, his voice polite yet firm, "Even if your opponent appears to be defeated."
Mai lowered her head slightly. "Sorry, Sensei."
"I apologize, Sensei," Zaimozuka added, pushing up his glasses with a hint of embarrassment.
Akira sheathed his weapon, which dissolved into nothing. He turned to Maruo.
"Your daughters are waiting outside. You should go speak with them now that everything is over."
Maruo stared at Fuutarou's corpse for a long moment. A complex mix of sorrow, guilt, and quiet relief washed over his exhausted features. After what felt like an eternity, he gave a slow, heavy nod and left the room without another word.
Once Maruo was gone, the private hospital room fell into a heavy silence.
Akira stared at Fuutarou's bleeding body on the ground, his expression unreadable.
The body of what was once a young man with a bright future bleeding on the ground, forming a puddle underneath his cadaver.
Then, Akira turned to Zaimozuka "Zaimozuka. Burn the body"
"Understood, Sensei."
Zaimozuka raised his hand, preparing to snap his fingers, but suddenly stopped.
Fuutarou's corpse twitched violently.
A horrifying, unnatural shriek tore from the dead man's throat, echoing through the room like a distorted wail. His body arched unnaturally off the floor for a brief second before collapsing again.
Then, something eerie happened.
A faint, glowing blue dust began to rise from Fuutarou's body — thin, ethereal particles that shimmered like cursed energy given form. The dust slowly drifted upward before fading into nothingness.
Mai and Zaimozuka both jolted, startled.
"W-what was that?!" Mai exclaimed, gripping her kusarigama tighter, her eyes wide with surprise.
Zaimozuka pushed his glasses up, staring intently at the fading blue particles. "Some kind of residual cursed energy…? Or… something else?"
Both students turned to Akira.
Mai spoke first, her voice laced with unease. "Sensei… what was that just now?"
Akira remained silent for several seconds. His crimson eyes stared fixedly at Fuutarou's lifeless body, analyzing something only he could perceive. Then, slowly, he turned his gaze toward the dark window overlooking the night city.
"His soul was taken out of his body," Akira said calmly, his voice polite yet carrying an unmistakable weight. "Completely"
Mai's eyes widened further. "Taken…? By who?"
Akira did not answer. He simply continued staring out into the darkness, his platinum hair faintly illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. A subtle, almost imperceptible frown crossed his features.
The room grew colder.
Zaimozuka swallowed nervously before finally snapping his fingers.
Black flames erupted around Fuutarou's corpse, consuming it rapidly. Within seconds, nothing remained but a small pile of fine ash.
Akira looked at the ashes for a moment longer, then turned toward the exit.
"Let us go"
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In a dimly lit room overlooking the glittering night skyline, two figures sat across from each other
The man had short, dark red hair and sharp light blue eyes that carried a perpetual sense of seriousness mixed with boredom. He wore a well-tailored dark suit with black shoes, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His most striking feature was his three-pronged eyebrows, which gave his face a permanently stern, almost predatory look
The woman sitting opposite him appeared youthful and elegant, with side-swept black hair that framed her face. A horizontal stitched scar ran across her forehead, a distinctive mark that betrayed her true nature.
"You were right, Kenjaku" the man said, his voice low and composed. "His technique is quite useful."
Kenjaku smiled pleasantly, resting her chin on her hand.
"I told you, Toichiro-kun. His technique would be perfect for you."
The man, Suzuki Toichiro, leaned back slightly, his light blue eyes narrowing in thought.
"This technique, if used correctly, could even prove useful against Gojo Satoru." He turned to look at Kenjaku. "To think such a normal boy would possess such a cursed technique."
Kenjaku let out a soft, amused chuckle.
"Well, one never knows what gems might be hidden in the rough. To think a little "accident" would make such a good boy fall so low…"
"Hmm." Toichiro turned his gaze toward the large window, looking out over the sprawling city lights. "Soon, my plan will come into fruition."
Kenjaku stood up gracefully, smoothing down her clothes.
"I certainly hope it goes well for you, Toichiro-kun. I have great hopes for you." She walked toward the door, pausing for a moment. "I look forward to hearing great things from you."
Toichiro's lips curved into a faint, confident smile.
"Don't worry, Kenjaku. You will"
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Outside the hospital entrance, the night air felt refreshingly cool after the tension inside.
Nakano Maruo stood with his five daughters gathered around him. Yotsuba, still a little unsteady on her feet, was supported by Nino and Itsuki. The family looked exhausted but visibly relieved.
Akira, Mai, and Zaimozuka approached them calmly.
"I must apologize for the damages caused during tonight's operation," Akira said formally, his voice polite and even "Some corridors and rooms sustained considerable destruction."
Maruo immediately shook his head, raising a hand.
"Please don't apologize, Yoshioka-sama. A little bit of damage to the building is nothing. My daughters' safety is my top priority. In exchange for them being safe and sound… any price is worth paying."
Akira gave a small, respectful nod.
Ichika took the initiative, stepping forward with a bright smile. She leaned slightly toward Akira, her tone warm and playful.
"Thank you so much, Sensei~ You really saved our family tonight." Miku stood shyly beside her sister, nodding quietly in agreement, her cheeks faintly pink.
Yotsuba looked up at Akira with teary eyes, bowing her head deeply.
"Thank you for healing me, Sensei… My sisters told me you used some kind of amazing magic power. I'm sorry I couldn't thank you properly earlier. I was still out of it…"
"There is no need to apologize," Akira replied calmly. "There were far more pressing priorities at the time. I understand completely."
He then turned his crimson gaze to all five quintuplets, his expression serious
"However, I must ask all of you to keep quiet about what happened tonight. Keep our occupation, my students' abilities, and my own capabilities a secret. The fewer people who know, the safer you will all be"
Ichika's eyes sparkled with mischief. She made an "OK" sign with her hand and winked.
"Don't worry, Sensei~ It will be our little secret."
Miku looked at her sister with a surprised face but nodded shyly beside her.
The other three sisters also agreed in their own ways
Nino gave him a firm nod "Got it"
Itsuki with a serious nod
Yotsuba repliad with an enthusiastic "We promise!"
Mai, standing slightly behind Akira, observed everything with sharp eyes.
She couldn't help but notice how Ichika and Miku were looking at Sensei, especially Ichika's playful, flirty demeanor.
'First Cow-tits-Busujima, then that new slut-teacher… and now these two?!' Mai thought angrily, her hands clenching at her sides. 'Why do these sluts keep getting close to my Sensei?!'
She couldn't stop herself from frowning deeply.
Ichika, ever observant, noticed Mai's reaction immediately. A small, intrigued smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
'Interesting…'
With a final goodbye, the group of sorcerers soon moved toward the sleek black car where Sakurada Nao was waiting patiently.
As they approached, Nao stepped forward with her usual cheerful smile.
"Yoshioka-sensei, how did the mission go?"
"It went without complications," Akira replied evenly.
Zaimozuka, walking beside him, couldn't contain his excitement.
"Sensei… I managed to hit a Black Flash tonight."
Akira glanced at him, a faint hint of approval in his crimson eyes.
"I noticed. Your cursed energy feels much more attuned with yourself now. Well done, Zaimozuka. You are progressing steadily."
"Hmm" Zaimozuka nodded energetically "It was all thanks to your teachings, Sensei"
"Teaching is just half the process, Zaimozuka-san. That a student learns from the teaching is the second half"
What neither student knew was that Akira possessed a hidden skill... [Teaching] that amplified everything he taught.
Even when using it at minimum capacity, it dramatically enhanced the natural learning curve of his students. At its maximum level, the results were nothing short of extraordinary.
If he ever decided to use the technique at full power and personally taught them how to perform Black Flash…
By the end of the week, every single one of his students would be able to use it on command, limited only by their own individual talents and limits.
In one distant world, he had once taught a true prodigy. That person had gone on to become the most powerful being on their planet. He had even survived his supposed death from a terminal disease, then single-handedly defeated the final villain, a rabbit goddess who threatened all of existence.
If Akira were to use his full teaching ability on a prodigy like Gojo Satoru in this world…
Who knows what the result could be...
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(Thousands of Years Ago)
(???'s POV)
"Haa…"
Sighing deeply after another exhausting day of maintaining her perfect image, Sanjou Maki stepped into the elevator of her luxury apartment building. Her long pink hair, adorned with a delicate flower accessory, swayed gently behind her as she rode up to her floor.
Every day was the same.
Acting as the flawless school madonna. Smiling politely at everyone.
Being the ideal daughter, the ideal student, the ideal girl. She knew she was fortunate, her mother was a successful designer, and even after her parents' divorce, she maintained a good relationship with her younger sister.
Still… she had secret urges she kept hidden to relieve the suffocating pressure of her daily life.
Even though she knew fantasy and reality were completely different, there were times she desperately wished she could experience the things she saw in the eroge she secretly played
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She stepped out of the elevator and paused.
There was a moving vehicle parked in front of the building. Curious, since the only available apartment had been the one right next to hers. She walked down the hallway and stopped.
Standing outside the door of the neighboring apartment was a tall, handsome man with striking white hair and deep red eyes behind a pair of simple dark-trimmed glasses. He was wearing a plain t-shirt that clung tightly to his well-defined chest.
Even from a distance, his presence felt… overwhelming
He turned toward her and offered a polite nod.
"Good afternoon. I am Yoshioka Akira. I will be living here for the foreseeable future."
His voice was deep and formal. Maki felt her cheeks warm slightly as those crimson eyes met hers. He was quite tall, she had to tilt her head upward to properly look at his face.
"I-I'm Sanjou Maki. I live next door. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well, Sanjou-san. I hope we can get along."
"Hmm… also, please call me Maki. Sanjou-san is my mother."
"Maki-san, then." He gave a small, courteous smile. "I am sorry to cut our conversation short, but I must organize my belongings. I hope you have a pleasant day."
"You too, Akira-san."
She didn't even realize she had called him by his first name until after he had entered his apartment.
Maki stood there for a moment, staring at his broad back as he disappeared inside.
Her heart was beating faster than usual.
Blinking out of her daze, she quickly retreated into her own apartment, pressing a hand against her chest in an attempt to calm herself.
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Ever since meeting her new neighbor, Maki found herself spending more and more time interacting with him.
Small conversations in the hallway when leaving their apartments. Casual chats when they happened to meet at the convenience store. Slowly but surely, they grew closer.
And he had become the main target of her private fantasies.
"Ahh~…"
Right now, she was on her balcony, the cool night breeze caressing her skin as she stood there wearing only her underwear. One hand was slipped between her thighs, gently caressing her wet folds while she bit down on her other hand to muffle her moans.
Ever since meeting Akira, her sessions had become far more intense. She imagined his tall, muscular body pinning her down, those crimson eyes looking at her with desire, his deep voice whispering in her ear…
"Haa… Akira-san… ahhn…"
Maki leaned back against the cool railing of her balcony, her legs parting slightly as the night breeze brushed against her heated skin. She was only wearing a thin pair of pink panties, now completely soaked through.
Her breathing was already ragged.
"Ah… haa…"
Her right hand slipped beneath the fabric, fingers gliding over her slick folds. She was incredibly wet, wetter than usual.
The moment she pictured Akira's tall, muscular frame pressing her against the wall, her body reacted strongly.
She imagined those strong hands gripping her waist, those crimson eyes staring down at her with intense desire.
Her middle finger circled her swollen clit slowly at first, then faster, applying more pressure as her hips began to move on their own.
"Nngh… Akira-san…"
Her left hand moved up to squeeze her breast, pinching her hardened nipple through her bra.
The dual stimulation made her knees buckle slightly. She bit her lip hard, but soft, needy moans still escaped her throat.
Her fingers moved faster, dipping inside her tight entrance before returning to rub her clit with frantic, wet sounds.
She imagined Akira behind her, his deep voice whispering in her ear, his hard body pinning her in place as he took her roughly.
"Ahh…! Akira-san… right there…!"
Her movements became more desperate.
She slid two fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out while her thumb continued rubbing her sensitive nub.
Her hips rocked shamelessly against her hand, chasing the building pleasure. Juices dripped down her thighs as her moans grew louder and less controlled.
"Haa… haa… Akira-san…! I'm… I'm going to…!"
Her entire body tensed. Her back arched, head tilting back as the climax crashed over her like a tidal wave.
"Akira-san…!! Akira-san!!!"
She came hard, her voice cracking as she cried out his name. Her walls clenched rhythmically around her fingers, waves of intense pleasure rippling through her body. Her legs trembled violently, barely able to support her weight as she rode out the orgasm, gasping and whimpering.
"Haa~… Haa~…"
She leaned heavily against the railing, chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. A blissful, hazy smile lingered on her flushed face.
Then...
"Maki-san?"
A calm, deep voice called her name from the side.
Maki's heart nearly stopped. Her head snapped toward the corner of the balcony where the wall separating their units ended.
There, leaning slightly over the divider, was Yoshioka Akira.
His crimson eyes were looking directly at her, at her disheveled state, her soaked panties, her hand still between her trembling thighs.
"Akira-san?!" she squeaked. Voice hoarse from her recent climax.
"I apologize," he said formally, his tone calm but carrying a hint of concern. "I heard my name being called repeatedly and thought something might have happened to you. I did not mean to interrupt"
He began to turn away, clearly intending to give her privacy.
"No, wait!!"