Chapter 126 My Son Will Definitely Win in the Future!
Facing the demonic spear that reverses cause and effect, it was absolutely impossible for Fushiguro Toji, a purely physical-type fighter, to evade it—this was a complete suppression special attack.
Since his last adventurous use of the [Reality Marble], Emiya's Magic Circuits and physical condition have not yet fully recovered to their original state. His reserve and output of magical power are limited within a certain range, and exceeding it could lead to a rapid deterioration of his body.
From the recent situation, it seems that even the power released during the activation of the Noble Phantasm was restricted to a certain extent by the magical power output. Otherwise, the human body could not have possibly withstood the technique of 'Slaying Hundred Heads' and would not have only paid the price of one arm and a leg.
It was also fortunate that Fushiguro Toji chose to take Emiya's attack head-on; otherwise, if he had desperately tried to evade, he might really have been able to escape the central area where the strength and damage were maximized.
Was it innate arrogance, or an indifference to the world and his own life after dying once? Such things were not important to Emiya.
No matter how much his magical power output was weakened, the effect of Gae Bolg's cause-and-effect reversal would not be weakened in the slightest—
In just an instant, the demonic spear held in Emiya's hand began to spread like bloodthirsty thorns in mid-air, and then accurately pierced into Toji Fushiguro's chest...
Pfft—!
No matter how fast Toji Fushiguro was, by the time he gripped the spear tip piercing toward him with his remaining hand, his heart had already been penetrated.
"Cough cough... what?
...I understand, it's a Cursed Technique effect like that of a Special Grade Cursed Tool, no wonder..."
Blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of Fushiguro Toji 's mouth, and this time, he couldn't stop the wound on his chest using the previous method.
The moment the demonic spear was pulled out again, he would die in a matter of seconds due to massive blood loss from his chest.
Even if the demonic spear temporarily plugged the wound, it would only delay the countdown to death by a few seconds, while letting him fully experience the intense pain of his heart continuously beating and being damaged.
He could certainly understand that he completely lost due to the weapon's special nature.
After all, wasn't it he who relied on the ability of the Inverted Spear of Heaven to dispel Cursed Techniques, and the indifference-ignoring-hardness effect of the Split Soul Katana to successively defeat Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto during their technical college days?
At that time, they already possessed strength far exceeding that of a typical Special Grade Cursed Spirit, and Geto alone controlled several Special Grade imaginary Cursed Spirits.
"Seriously, a Sorcerer. I didn't expect to be killed by someone so quickly a second time...
You also seem to be the type who is good at fighting with various Cursed Tools like me? But as a Sorcerer, your control over your own body is still too poor.
Cursed Power, or whatever energy I can't see, is it not also a part of your body?
Let me teach you again how to make your body more obedient!!"
Dong—!
A dull drumming sound suddenly echoed in the desolate canyon. It made Fushiguro Toji 's heart beat with a fiercer amplitude, and at the same time, it was more thoroughly damaged by the spear tip piercing into it.
Blood relentlessly sprayed out despite the blockage of the demonic spear, but his body started moving again under such extreme circumstances.
How strong can a person who can completely control their own flesh be?
Not the control limited to superficial tissues like muscle, but including the beating of the heart, the conversion of energy, and the release of hormones.
Fushiguro Toji successfully squeezed the last bit of life from his dying body, moved forward, and threw a punch at Emiya.
At this moment, Emiya's condition was not particularly good either. The two Noble Phantasm releases and multiple Projection uses had almost exhausted his meager reserve of magical power.
To project another sufficiently powerful Noble Phantasm would probably require him to once again push his Magic Circuits to the limit.
There was no need to do that, though. His Cursed Power reserves were quite sufficient; he could completely switch to a Sorcerer's means of combat, especially since his opponent clearly only had one final strike left.
Was it because of the opponent's verbal provocation? Or was it some feeling gained from witnessing this state of fighting without fear of death?
Emiya did not know what kind of mental state he was in; he just, as if by a sudden impulse, mobilized the abundant Cursed Power within his body and met the opponent's attack with a punch of his own—
The moment he chose to throw the punch, a black light suddenly flashed on his palm.
It was a color distinctly different from Emiya's own Cursed Power; this black was more radiant, unlike the deep and thick nature of Emiya's Cursed Power.
There is a special term in the Jujutsu world to describe this phenomenon—[Black Flash].
Boom———————— !!!
The final attack and collision between the two were completed in this instant. The black light flashing in the night was so dazzling that it almost covered the scene of the confrontation.
In any case, after the commotion completely subsided, Fushiguro Toji was lying on the ground, having completely lost both arms.
Emiya, standing there, was still immersed in the feeling of the moment just passed, and...
"You held back. Why?"
Originally, even if Emiya's own punch successfully triggered the [Black Flash], it should have, at most, been evenly matched with Fushiguro Toji 's power.
"Cough... Held back? Did you really think a body with a penetrated heart could still unleash power?
That's why I said to perfectly control your own body. You were deceived... at least I won against a Sorcerer once more."
Toji Fushiguro, lying on the ground with the demonic spear piercing his chest, was clearly at the point of death.
And even at this time, he was still concerned about whether he had won against a Sorcerer. Was this guy really a child whose way of thinking hadn't matured much?
"I also remembered. Megumi... he seems to be my son, is that right? Are you his sensei?"
Fushiguro Toji had heard the conversation between Emiya and Itadori Yuji, so it wasn't difficult to deduce this conclusion.
"Whether I get to see that brat or not doesn't matter much. It's a pity that if that old hag could have also found the Split Soul Katana, it wouldn't necessarily be me who lost.
Let's make a bet. My son will definitely surpass you, his teacher, in the future..."
Speaking like this, did he care about Fushiguro Megumi or not?
"You..."
Emiya stopped just as he was about to speak, because Fushiguro Toji completely lost his breath after uttering his last sentence.
The [Seance Technique]was lifted the moment he died, and his face and figure melted back into the appearance of the original Curse User.
"..."
This guy didn't seem so difficult to get along with. If the Zen'in family had given him a relatively normal growth environment back then, he could have been a pillar-like Special Grade Sorcerer.
The baseness of humanity is what suppresses their own development while simultaneously giving rise to the wickedness in the shadows.
However, there is one thing Emiya still needs to say.
"If Fushiguro can grow strong enough to surpass me, I'd very much like to see that moment."
As a sensei, why would one fear their student surpassing them?
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