In a dilapidated bar filled with the smell of cheap tobacco and low-grade alcohol, the dim lighting cast distorted shadows on the walls.
"This is the down payment from the Star Religious Group—thirty million yen."
The broker, Shiu Kong, sat in a corner booth, sliding a check and several photographs across the table.
"The target is the Star Plasma Vessel, Riko Amanai. The deadline is before the merger with Master Tengen."
"However, I must warn you, the escort lineup this time is extremely troublesome."
Shiu Kong exhaled a plume of smoke, his tone carrying a hint of gravity.
"Tokyo Jujutsu High has deployed their strongest trump cards: two Special Grade Sorcerers—Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto."
Sitting across from him was a man in a tight black T-shirt, his muscles as hard and defined as granite.
A prominent scar marked the corner of his mouth, and his eyes resembled those of a beast lurking in the jungle, radiating a suffocating aura of danger.
The Sorcerer Killer, Toji Fushiguro.
A monster who was the only one in the jujutsu world to have developed his Heavenly Restriction to its limit, capable of slaughtering Special Grade sorcerers through sheer physical strength alone.
Toji casually picked up the photos on the table as if looking at a stack of scrap paper.
"That Six Eyes brat from the Gojo clan? And the one who manipulates cursed spirits?"
He flipped through them nonchalantly, his gaze devoid of any ripple of emotion.
It was as if those two boys, hailed as the 'future strongest' of the jujutsu world, were merely slightly bothersome prey in his eyes.
However, when Toji's fingers brushed over the last photograph, his movements suddenly stopped.
It was a somewhat blurry profile shot.
In the photo, a black-haired young man in a black Jujutsu High uniform was holding an ordinary katana, cleaving through a massive cursed spirit barrier with a single strike.
Even in a static photo, Toji could feel an incredibly restrained yet terrifyingly explosive power from that swinging posture.
No residual cursed energy dregs.
Only pure physical strength and a certain breathing rhythm that even he couldn't see through.
"Who is this?"
Toji's voice suddenly deepened. He pulled the photo out separately and flicked it with his finger.
"Oh, that's Jujutsu High's recently hired external combat instructor, Yoru."
Shiu Kong glanced at the photo and explained:
"Word is he's an ordinary person without any cursed energy, but his martial arts are incredible. A few days ago in Shizuoka Prefecture, he one-shot a Grade 1 cursed spirit."
"No cursed energy?"
A cruel and excited smile slowly curled on Toji's lips.
It was the excitement of finding a kindred spirit, the fervor of meeting a worthy opponent.
"So he's just as interesting as I am."
Toji folded the photo and stuffed it into his pocket, then grabbed the check from the table.
"I'll take this job."
'It seems this mission won't be too boring after all.'
A few days later.
On the wide outdoor training grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High.
Suguru Geto was drenched in sweat during intense physical training.
Ever since his Rainbow Dragon had been crushed by the back of Yoru's blade that day, he had completely set aside his ego as a Special Grade sorcerer and begun frantically honing his physical body and close-quarters reaction speed.
"Too slow, Suguru. You're still carrying too much hesitation in your movements."
Yoru, dressed in loose casual wear, held a tree branch and drifted through Suguru's attacks as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Every seemingly light tap of the branch would strike Suguru's joints with extreme precision, breaking his rhythm.
"Damn it! Again!"
Suguru gritted his teeth and lunged once more.
However, just as Yoru was about to point out the flaw in his lower stance, Yoru's movements stopped without warning.
The branch that was pointed toward Suguru's shoulder halted in mid-air.
"Instructor Yoru?"
Suguru paused, thinking Yoru was about to give him some advice.
But Yoru didn't pay him any mind.
Yoru looked up slightly, his normally gentle red eyes turning profound in an instant.
A piercing golden light erupted within his eyes!
Transparent World, fully activated!
His vision instantly pierced through Jujutsu High's barrier, through layers of forests and buildings, crossing a distance of several kilometers.
Finally, it locked onto the rooftop of a high-rise building under construction on the edge of downtown Tokyo.
Meanwhile, on that distant skyscraper rooftop.
Toji Fushiguro was leaning against the unfinished parapet wall, holding a high-magnification military binocular, observing the activity inside Jujutsu High.
"Let's see what those three brats are up to..."
Toji's gaze moved through the binoculars' crosshairs.
Soon, he found Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and the black-haired young man he was so interested in on the training grounds.
"Oh? Doing physical training?"
A mocking smile curved on Toji's lips.
But in the next second, Toji's smile froze on his face.
Because in the binoculars' field of view, the black-haired young man who had been instructing Suguru suddenly stopped.
Then, he abruptly turned his head.
Those golden eyes seemed to bridge the distance of several kilometers, looking directly through the lenses of the binoculars.
His gaze collided violently with Toji's in mid-air!
Boom!
At that moment, Toji Fushiguro felt his heart contract sharply.
An unprecedented sense of mortal danger, like a cold viper, instantly slithered up his spine!
It felt as if he wasn't looking at a human, but at a peerless, unsheathed blade.
That terrifying pressure, as if it would cleave him and his soul apart, forced the top-tier assassin who had climbed out of piles of corpses to break into a cold sweat!
Years ago, when he went to observe the young Satoru Gojo, he had been detected by the Child of God who possessed the Six Eyes.
But back then, he had only felt the annoyance of being seen through.
Now, facing this man named Yoru.
What he felt was killing intent of the purest degree!
Thump!
Toji slammed his binoculars down, his body instinctively retreating half a step into the shadows of the parapet wall.
His chest heaved violently as his breathing grew heavy.
"Are you kidding me...?"
Toji looked down at his slightly trembling hands, his eyes filled with disbelief and gravity.
"That guy... actually saw me from this distance?"
"And that pressure that doesn't belong to cursed energy... what the hell is that?"
Toji leaned against the cold concrete wall, took out a cigarette, and lit it. He took a deep drag, trying to calm his racing heart.
He finally realized he had underestimated his opponent.
The man named Yoru was definitely no ordinary physical combat expert.
He was the biggest and most lethal variable in this Star Plasma Vessel mission!
"This is getting interesting..."
Toji exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze turning as fierce as a hungry wolf.
Two absolute physical monsters.
The strongest assassin versus the strongest swordsman.
In this hunt, who is the hunter, and who is the prey?
On the Jujutsu High training grounds.
Yoru slowly withdrew his gaze, the golden light in his eyes gradually fading.
"What is it, Instructor Yoru?"
Suguru Geto noticed Yoru's abnormality and looked in the direction he had been staring, but saw nothing except blue sky and white clouds.
"It's nothing."
Yoru turned back to Suguru, a meaningful smile curling on his lips.
"Just a rat that likes peeping from the shadows."
"But now that the rat has shown its tail."
"The show is about to begin."
Yoru tightened his grip on the branch, feeling his blood boil slightly at the prospect of meeting a strong foe.
Toji Fushiguro.
You're finally here.
This time, I will personally cut down every tragedy you bring!
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