"Is that so? I don't feel that way."
The heavenly restriction tyrant sneered and applied sudden force, followed by the crisp sound of a bone snapping.
That person was dead!
Death came so suddenly, so casually.
Zenin Naoto looked at the deceased with no sign of grief.
Instead, he gave a cold glance and continued his conversation with Toji Fushiguro.
"Toji, you show me so little respect? I am your grandfather!"
Zenin Naoto said sternly.
"Old man, don't flatter yourself. What kind of grandfather are you supposed to be?"
"Get to the point and stop wasting my time."
Toji Fushiguro said dismissively, a leisurely smile remaining on his lips.
It was as if he didn't care about Zenin Naoto at all.
Zenin Naoto snorted and cut the chatter: "I heard you've been getting close to Curse Users lately."
"Watch yourself. You're already a stain on the Zenin Family; don't tarnish our name any further."
Hearing this, Toji Fushiguro sneered, "Tarnish? As if anyone would want to be born into that dumpster of yours!"
"Fine, I get it. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."
Having said his piece, Toji Fushiguro prepared to turn and leave.
"Toji Fushiguro!"
The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly cleared, like a top-tier predator in the night.
His eyes were cold, radiating a fierce murderous intent.
"Don't forget, you are still a member of the Zenin Family, and Zenin blood flows through your veins."
"The reason you can live so freely out there and take on missions to exorcise Cursed Spirits is only because those Jujutsu Sorcerers respect the Zenin Family's name!"
"Now, I need you to answer me!"
"Have you had contact with Curse Users?!"
Suddenly, several Shikigami emerged from the shadows.
They growled, emitting an aura and killing intent that Megumi Fushiguro's summoned Shikigami couldn't even compare to.
Instead, they were more similar to the Shikigami Sukuna summoned while controlling Megumi Fushiguro!
Toji Fushiguro stopped and looked back at Zenin Naoto.
He gave his answer: "No."
Hearing Toji Fushiguro's answer, Zenin Naoto was finally satisfied.
"As long as you don't collude with Curse Users or do anything to tarnish the Zenin Family, you can do as you please."
"Whether you marry into another family or whatever."
"After all, you're just a trash with zero Cursed Energy."
With that, Zenin Naoto's figure vanished into the shadows as if he had never been there.
He hadn't even spared a second glance at the dead man.
Even toward Toji Fushiguro, from beginning to end, he maintained an arrogant and dismissive attitude.
Even though Toji Fushiguro had slaughtered half of the Zenin Family back then, and even though the current Toji Fushiguro was fully capable of killing him!
He still maintained that arrogant posture.
Toji Fushiguro looked in the direction Zenin Naoto had left, spat on the ground, and wore a look of disgust.
"Truly filthy and rotten."
Then Toji Fushiguro thought for a moment and laughed at himself, "Whatever, still better than a piece of trash like me."
At the Zenin Family, Zenin Naoto had returned to his quaint, historic room.
Looking at the precious tea that had just been served, Zenin Naoto found it tasteless.
"Is there really no clansman who can inherit the Ten Shadows Technique?"
Zenin Naoto sighed softly; he was old, very, very old.
His end was likely only a few years away.
"To think the strongest of the Zenin Family is actually a trash with no Cursed Energy."
Zenin Naoto gave a cold snort, laughing at himself.
For a thousand years, the Zenin Family's belief in the supremacy of jujutsu had been deeply ingrained.
This once-prosperous family had already become rotten and decayed.
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In a dim room at the Jujutsu Higher-ups' headquarters in Kyoto, the higher-ups hid behind screens to conceal their greedy and ugly faces.
At this moment, they were engaged in a heated discussion.
"Hmph, that Alex Moyan of the Inumaki Clan actually dares to defy our orders."
"Of course, with the Gojo Family backing him, it's only natural he'd act tough, wouldn't you say?"
"Have you found out the origin of that Cursed Tool?"
"According to the investigation, there are some leads. A thousand-year-old treasure blade engraved with dragon patterns can likely only be the famous water dragon sword."
"The water dragon sword? Isn't that kept in a museum?"
"Maybe it's a fake?"
"A fake? I'm not so sure about that."
"Such a treasure should be kept by us."
"Exactly! If it were just an ordinary special grade cursed tool, that would be one thing, but if it's the water dragon sword, it's a treasure for the entire Jujutsu World! It cannot be monopolized by one person!"
It contains immense power and is a treasure that many Jujutsu Sorcerers dream of.
The power of their Jujutsu Sorcerers was the greatest in the world, for reasons unknown.
Hundreds of years later, except for Japan, jujutsu in the rest of the world declined rapidly.
Even Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers can be counted on one hand.
Of course, the benefit of the decline of sorcerers is also obvious: the probability of Cursed Spirits appearing is extremely low!
This has led to Cursed Spirits appearing frequently only in Japan.
Cursed Spirits are everywhere here, unlike in America, where they still don't even know Jujutsu Sorcerers exist. (This is Gege Akutami's setting; a certain America really doesn't know about the existence of sorcerers. I'm trying to adapt based on the original work without making things up randomly.)
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Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day for the resurrection of the Three Great Yokai arrived.
At night, dark clouds filled the sky, obscuring the moon and starlight.
In the dark of the night, a tall figure stood atop a cliff.
And beneath his feet was a bottomless canyon.
Inside that canyon was the headquarters of the Curse User organization!
Tonight, Alex Moyan was dressed in a white hoodie and sneakers, looking very stylish and handsome.
At his waist hung the special grade cursed tool he had recently subdued—the water dragon sword!
"Guimian, you stay outside."
Alex Moyan took out a small black ball and threw it to Guimian.
Guimian caught the black ball and nodded. "Yes, Master."
"Once I go down, release this Barrier."
Alex Moyan said, then revealed an excited, bloodthirsty smile.
"This Barrier only allows entry, not exit. The only way to lift it is for only one person to remain alive inside."
"Tonight, only one person is destined to leave this place alive."
"And that person... will definitely be me!"
Alex Moyan said with absolute confidence, then leaped into the canyon without hesitation.
After the appearance of Satoru, another jujutsu prodigy has been crowned with the title of the strongest of the modern era.
Hailed as the strongest Cursed Speech User in a thousand years.
Alex Moyan, sets out!!!