### Chapter 23: The Unparalleled Taijutsu on the Battlefield!
After a brief conversation, Iori Utahime and Mei Mei both proved their identities as students of Jujutsu High.
Kuroi Misato instantly showed an expression of relief.
"They're finally here, that's great."
Now that the people sent to protect the Young Lady had finally arrived, she could relax a little.
"Protecting *this concubine* shouldn't be so scary."
Amanai Riko said with a bit of a complaint, she had just gotten a big scare.
At this moment.
Mei Mei, having observed the vicinity with her Cursed Technique and concluded there were no other people, placed one hand on her slender waist and asked:
"Are those Curse Users attacking over there?"
"The Curse User group 'Q' is there... and..."
After a pause, Kuroi Misato continued: "There's also a person whose purpose is still unknown, but who saved the Young Lady and me during the previous Curse User attack."
"Right now, it's that person who is fighting against the dozens of Curse Users from Q who have mobilized their entire force."
"In that case, I should go help too."
From what Kuroi Misato said, it seemed that person was not an enemy, at least for now.
If the other party were a Curse User, there would be no reason to antagonize an entire Curse User group to protect Amanai Riko and Kuroi Misato.
Thus, Utahime said to Mei Mei.
"To avoid a sneak attack, I'll stay here—?!"
Mei Mei's body shook, her words stopping abruptly as beads of sweat slid down her fair forehead.
"What's wrong, Miss Mei?"
"We just need to watch. That person doesn't need anyone's help."
"Eh?"
Utahime was confused, but seeing Mei Mei's strange behavior, she couldn't help but ask with concern: "Miss Mei, what did you see?"
She knew that Mei Mei's technique was suitable for gathering intelligence.
While talking to Kuroi Misato, the latter was using her technique to observe the surrounding situation.
"Yeah."
Recalling the pair of familiar crimson eyes that met hers through the crow's vision she shared with her Cursed Technique, Mei Mei felt a palpitation in her heart now.
The moment their gazes met.
She felt as if she had fallen into a deep, muddy vortex of blood, about to be dragged down by countless hands stretching out from hell, never to escape.
However, that person seemed to have noticed the existence behind the crow.
He raised an eyebrow, then looked away, no longer paying attention.
That terrifying feeling disappeared, but the crow that had flown into the battlefield could no longer be used.
"So his name is Ryota, a name from the ancient country of the East."
Mei Mei murmured.
"Huh? Miss Mei, do you perhaps know Ryota-sama?"
Kuroi Misato was surprised.
"We met once before. Utahime knows too."
Utahime, who was mentioned by Mei Mei, had her eyes widen upon hearing the latter half of the sentence, and she looked at Mei Mei.
Mei Mei returned a confirming gaze.
"It's really him!"
They had just been discussing Ryota's mystery on the car, not knowing his name.
And then they met Ryota again.
And it seemed that the reason Amanai Riko and Kuroi Misato were fine this time was all thanks to Ryota.
"This is too much of a coincidence."
"Miss Iori and Miss Mei, don't you need to go help Ryota-sama? There are dozens of them."
Kuroi Misato hadn't forgotten about Ryota, who was fighting against the entire Curse User group, and reminded them in a timely manner.
Although she also had questions she wanted to ask, now was clearly not the right time.
"If it's him, he can handle it alone."
This time, Utahime wasn't in a hurry.
She knew a little about the Curse User group [Q], and that there were several powerful Curse Users among them.
The strongest one might even reach Grade 1.
However, facing Ryota, who had left a deep impression on her and whom she had mentally categorized as Special Grade...
They were far from enough.
"That's right. We can wait here at ease."
Mei Mei's mind flashed with the images of Curse User corpses lying on the ground she had seen before the crow sharing its vision fell and the technique was cancelled.
"Is Ryota-sama really that strong?"
While Kuroi Misato was surprised by the two women's extreme confidence in Ryota...
The smoke shrouding the battlefield ahead dispersed, allowing the group to see the scene within.
The detached apartment where Kuroi Misato and Amanai Riko lived, as well as the surrounding flat buildings, had all been reduced to rubble.
The roadside greenery still had unextinguished flames, and the originally flat ground had become pitted and uneven.
More than a dozen Curse User corpses in military coats lay either on the road or in the ruins of the buildings.
One figure was surrounded by fifty-odd Curse Users.
Dozens of Cursed Technique attacks crisscrossed the battlefield, among them the glint of weapons and the figures of several Shikigami.
However, that figure moved with ease and composure.
Not a single attack could touch him in the slightest, not even a strand of hair or the corner of his clothes.
The Q Curse Users who crossed paths with that figure, however, all fell to the ground without exception, never to get up again.
"Hmm? As expected."
Sensing them, Ryota's Sharingan glanced to the right, seeing Utahime and Mei Mei standing with Amanai Riko.
A sharp sound of breaking wind came from behind, and in front, two Curse Users swung their swords and blades.
"Damn bastard, go to hell!"
The eyes of the skinny Curse User charging at Ryota were full of bloodshot veins, but Ryota's expression didn't show the slightest ripple of emotion.
The Sharingan perceived everything on the battlefield.
Ryota tilted his head slightly to the right. A stone-like Cursed Tool attacking from behind his head was caught in his hand the moment it flew past his face.
The next moment, he snatched the skinny Curse User's long sword with one hand and plunged it into the chest of another attacking Curse User.
The instant the latter fell, Ryota's movements didn't stop. He threw the Cursed Tool he held in his left hand into the mouth of the skinny Curse User who hadn't reacted to what happened.
Then he kicked him away, sending him flying into several Curse Users more than ten meters away.
The skinny Curse User fumbled to dig out the Cursed Tool, but it was too late.
**BOOM—**
An explosion like a bomb burst from within his body, turning him and the several Curse Users he crashed into into human torches.
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