Chapter 87: Inside the Scroll.
"..."
Tatsuro was currently dumbstruck, his gaze completely captivated by the 'Universal Summoning Scroll.'
The moment he finished drawing, the system began to issue the reward. With a loud "thud," a thick, large scroll appeared beside him.
Tatsuro turned his head to look. A large character '忍' (Ninja) was written on it, along with a circular seal. The scroll was wrapped in a red linen cloth, suitable for carrying on one's back, and inside was a black, unidentified wooden rod.
Driven by curiosity, just as he was about to open it and take a look, Kinji Hakari and Aoi Todo walked over, asking in unison, "What is this thing?"
They didn't feel like fighting anymore at this point.
For Aoi Todo, breaking through Hakari's domain was quite simple; as long as Hakari's luck was bad enough, he could take him down in a short time. It didn't matter if Hakari hit a jackpot; he could just kite him.
Kinji Hakari, on the other hand, felt that if he kept his domain open, he wouldn't necessarily hit a jackpot again. His luck seemed a bit off today, not suitable for big gambles.
"My shikigami."
Tatsuro lifted the 'Universal Summoning Scroll' and slung it onto his back. The scroll reached down to his waist, just right so it wouldn't hinder combat. Although it was a bit heavy, it was nothing, considering its usefulness.
"Shikigami? Best friend, isn't your cursed technique fire-breathing? Why can you summon shikigami?" Aoi Todo asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Shikigami? Don't you already have Shura? Don't tell me you're raising other shikigami?" Kinji Hakari asked with curiosity.
Both of them paused after speaking simultaneously, then began to wonder what exactly his cursed technique was.
Logically speaking, a sorcerer only has one cursed technique, an innate ability that cannot be changed later in life. It all depends on how you develop your technique and whether your imagination is big enough.
But Tatsuro had already displayed multiple abilities: flames, shikigami, and so on...
It made it difficult for anyone to know what kind of cursed technique he actually possessed. Though this was a personal secret and he was under no obligation to tell others.
But both of them were just a little curious.
Tatsuro didn't want to reveal anything, just raised his right index finger to his lips and said the word "secret." He didn't want to use the remaining four points for draws either; he wanted to test this scroll later.
"Zzzzz..."
The loudspeaker crackled, and Gojo Satoru's voice came through, "There are ten minutes left until the end of the competition. Right now, only Okkotsu Yuta has caught a 'rat.' Everyone else, you need to work harder!"
The three of them paused, instantly remembering their objective was to catch rats, and immediately scattered.
Gojo Satoru, sitting in the broadcasting room, leisurely crossed his legs, sipped the soda he had just bought, and said, "These students really make one worry."
"Worry your ass! It's about to end soon, aren't you going to untie me quickly?" Utahime Iori complained.
"Alright, alright. Let me say this first: if you try to attack me after I untie you, I'll tie you up again." As Gojo Satoru spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the ropes binding Utahime Iori instantly broke. She didn't try to attack him but instead picked up the drink Gojo Satoru had brought for her from the table and said:
"These students are all pretty good, aren't they?"
"Right? I'm not like you guys, focusing on a student's bloodline. As long as I think they have potential, I'll do my best to cultivate them. Students should unleash their natural talents, not be restrained."
"Tch, just talking nonsense. If I didn't hate you, I'd probably be working at Tokyo High right now."
"Your words really hurt, you know."
...
Ten minutes passed.
The group battle ended.
Tokyo School 2:1 Kyoto School.
Tokyo School won. They prepared for tomorrow's individual battles.
After a simple farewell to everyone, Tatsuro consoled the frightened Shura and returned to their new home.
Everyone was merely curious about the suddenly appearing scroll for a while and didn't ask too many questions. After all, it was a person's secret; if he didn't want to talk about it, it meant it was very important to him. There was no need to pry into matters he didn't want to discuss out of curiosity.
"Alright, don't be scared anymore. We're at our new home."
Tatsuro patted Shura's doggy head, then left him alone to study the 'Universal Summoning Scroll.'
Shura: ???
Shura felt unloved at this moment. Before, when its master comforted it, he would also give it tasty treats. Now, he only said one sentence of comfort and then left.
"No! It must be because I performed too weakly this time that Master doesn't love me anymore! I must train hard! That way, Master will definitely like me again!"
Having thought this, Shura directly pushed open the door and ran out. It needed to find a suitable training ground to temper itself.
"What's this stupid dog doing?"
Tatsuro heard the door open and glanced over. Seeing the door wasn't closed, he walked up and complained, "Is it in heat or something? It even forgot to close the door when going out. I'll have to ask him properly when he gets back."
After closing the door, he returned to the bed to continue studying the 'Universal Summoning Scroll.' He removed the red cloth binding the scroll and unrolled it to take a look.
Inside were written all sorts of dense, hard-to-understand sealing formulas, but there was a blank space left in the middle, as if for signing a contract with this 'Universal Summoning Scroll.'
Tatsuro recalled the blood contract for his summoning technique. Although he didn't know if it would work, the two should be similar; after all, they were both summoning techniques. He immediately bit his index finger and wrote his name on it.
The moment the name was written, the originally black-lettered sealing formulas instantly lit up, emitting a dazzling white light.
"This is!?"
Tatsuro instantly activated his Sharingan, observing what changes were happening to the scroll at that moment. He saw that the name he had just written was now like red ink spreading in water, dyeing the originally black-lettered sealing formulas red.
A moment later, the name vanished, leaving only the words "Summoning".
"Although I don't understand what just happened, it should be successful now, right?" Tatsuro thought. Just as he was about to form hand seals to use the summoning technique, he remembered that Shura was currently bound by his blood contract; using the summoning technique would summon Shura back.
After pondering for a moment, unsure what to do, Tatsuro tried placing his hand on the two "Summoning" characters.
Suddenly, an unknown force pulled him into a dark space.
The space was utterly silent, and Tatsuro was brought before a crimson iron gate. He looked up at the nearly ten-meter-high iron gate and the two "Summoning" characters carved on it.
Tatsuro's heart was shaken at this moment. His right hand subconsciously reached out to touch the iron gate. Something inside seemed to sense it and roared, "Get out! You damn brat!"
At first, Tatsuro was startled, but then he realized this scroll was already his. In other words, he was the master. What was there to be intimidated by a summoned beast for?
He kicked the iron gate and shouted, "What the hell do you think you are? Shut up for me, I'm the master!"
"You're asking to die! Damn brat!"
The creature inside seemed to have been enraged. The sound of clanking chains echoed, and the very earth began to tremble.