"Hey, Boss, did you move?"
Fushiguro Toji walked down the street, one hand holding a large silver briefcase, the other holding a phone to his ear.
His dark eyes constantly scanned his surroundings. His tight black clothing revealed his agile muscle lines, making Fushiguro Toji look utterly unapproachable, and the scar at the corner of his mouth added a touch of roguishness.
Passersby avoided him as if he were the plague. Fushiguro Toji first unceremoniously spat on the roadside, then said,
"I went to your place, why is it empty?"
Fushiguro Toji had just left Kenmyo's house, only to find the entire house empty, all the furniture gone, not a trace left. If not for the ongoing renovation, he might have thought it was a bare-bones apartment.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you."
Kenmyo then remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to tell Fushiguro Toji about moving. He had thought of mentioning it the next time they spoke, but with so many things happening, he simply forgot.
"Do you need something?"
Kenmyo remembered that Fushiguro Toji usually wouldn't look for him unless it was important; it was always Kenmyo who sought him out.
"I took a big job, and the client generously paid a large deposit."
Fushiguro Toji shook his head and said,
"The client paid in cash, and I found it troublesome, so I thought I'd just give it to you directly."
The money was inside the briefcase in his hand, heavy and substantial. Transferring so much money through the bank would be exhausting.
Speaking of which, Fushiguro Toji had been taking on jobs frequently these days, but his life had become increasingly difficult.
This was the sorrow of a wage slave who had signed a contract of servitude; the money he earned didn't belong to him.
Fushiguro Toji's money was equivalent to Kenmyo's money (the reverse was not true); this was clearly written in black and white on the "contract" Fushiguro Toji signed at the beginning.
In some ways, Kenmyo was even more exploitative than cotton-picking capitalists, who at least provided food and lodging.
But Kenmyo completely neglected Fushiguro Toji. After all, he was a grown man; he wouldn't starve, right?
Besides, the rich women who wanted to support Fushiguro Toji could probably line up from Kyoto to Tokyo. Starving was impossible; he could change one every day for years.
The money was directly deposited into Fushiguro Toji's account by the employers, and then transferred to Kenmyo.
These days, there were about five jobs in total, ranging from two million to eight million, in yen, not US dollars.
Kenmyo didn't understand why Fushiguro Toji took jobs so cheaply. Was he running a charity?
He was the Sorcerer Killer, couldn't he show some prestige? What were the prices of his foreign counterparts? Couldn't he align with international standards?
But in fact, Kenmyo didn't know that it wasn't that Fushiguro Toji didn't want to raise prices; it was just the market rate for killing a Jujutsu Sorcerer in Japan.
After all, only by keeping prices within a reasonable range would most Jujutsu Sorcerer be safe. If prices went too high, Curse Users would all be hunting Jujutsu Sorcerer, and with so few Jujutsu Sorcerer already, the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association would lose all its workers.
No matter how strong someone was, who could guarantee they would never let their guard down? While on the toilet, which Jujutsu Sorcerer could withstand the test of a 12.7mm heavy sniper rifle?
Unless it was a Cursed Spirit or a dead person, there were always times when one had to relax.
Fushiguro Toji's price was already considered high, so he truly earned his money through hard work.
"Then how do I find you, Boss?"
"Go to this place and wait for me; someone will meet you when you arrive."
Hearing Fushiguro Toji, Kenmyo thought for a moment and said,
He sent Fushiguro Toji a coordinate.
"I'll be back soon."
"Okay, I understand."
Originally, Fushiguro Toji had a date. After all, he had just received such a large sum of money, but hadn't even had a chance to enjoy it. He needed to properly comfort his wounded soul.
But now, that was also canceled...
Fushiguro Toji sighed.
"Wait, remember, no one will stop you."
Just as Fushiguro Toji was about to hang up, Kenmyo, seemingly uneasy, added another sentence.
"Don't climb the wall, just confidently walk through the main entrance."
"Huh? Okay."
Hearing his Boss's ambiguous remark, Fushiguro Toji was stunned for a few seconds before reacting.
What did that mean? Did his Boss think he would instinctively try to climb over a wall and sneak in rather than use the front door when he got there?
"Alright, that's all."
After Kenmyo finished speaking, he hung up the phone without any hesitation.
"This is Shinjuku. I remember someone having a company in this area."
Listening to the dial tone, Fushiguro Toji sighed, "Poor wage slaves have no human rights," and then dialed another number from his contacts.
"Hey, dear, are you free?"
"Take me somewhere."
Fushiguro Toji didn't have to wait for more than fifteen minutes before a pure white Continental GT pulled up to his location.
Under the envious gazes of passersby, Fushiguro Toji skillfully opened the car door and got in.
"I hope Toji won't be too surprised then."
Kenmyo shook his head helplessly. He had once told him about his identity as an outcast of the Kamo Family.
As a result, Kenmyo transformed into the young master of the Kamo Family.
"Hello, it's me."
"There will be a 'guest' later; go to the entrance and meet them."
"This guest's identity is a bit special."
Kenmyo reminded his subordinates; otherwise, it would be hard to imagine a Sorcerer Killer appearing at the main gate of the Kamo Family to deliver money.
After all, Fushiguro Toji's reputation was that of an unwelcome guest.
Kenmyo changed into a fresh set of clothes. He still had to discuss some matters with the others at Jujutsu High.
Otherwise, Kenmyo, who had already carved spatial coordinates into the Kamo main house, would have arrived home faster than Fushiguro Toji.
"Geto."
As Kenmyo stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Suguru Geto with one arm crossed, looking somewhat dejected. He greeted him.
"Kenmyo."
Suguru Geto sighed helplessly, feeling very frustrated that he was utterly powerless against his best friend.
His proud Cursed Spirits were completely ineffective, only able to slightly hinder Kenmyo's movements, unable to even resist for long.
It should be noted that Suguru Geto hadn't even felt this sense of frustration and powerlessness against Gojo Satoru, whose abilities were completely unreasonable. Yet, against Kenmyo, who had maxed out both attack and defense, he had prematurely tasted the bitterness of defeat.
This was a little hard for Suguru Geto to accept. He still remembered their first meeting, seeing Kenmyo in a medical tent, with wounds being treated by Shoko.
At that time, Suguru Geto could clearly feel how weak Kenmyo was, to the point where releasing a Grade 3 Cursed Spirit could completely kill him. But now, he had grown to a level where even Special Grade Cursed Spirits couldn't stop him.
Everyone said Suguru Geto and Gojo Satoru were once-in-a-million geniuses, but in his opinion, only the person in front of him could be considered a true genius.
"Don't be like that, it was just a small spar, nothing major."
"You didn't even use your full strength; you were holding back."
In Kenmyo's eyes, Suguru Geto had extremely high potential for growth; his abilities were simply born for this world.
The world's darling.
Suguru Geto hadn't even brought out the Special Grade Cursed Spirits that could easily cause fatalities. Kenmyo knew he had a Slit-Mouthed Woman with maxed-out attack power.
Tengen gathered all the Cursed Energy in the world into Japan, making the Cursed Spirits here more and more terrifying, and their strength growing stronger and stronger. For other Jujutsu Sorcerer, this might be a very bad thing.
But for Suguru Geto, it was definitely a good thing; his power came entirely from Cursed Spirits.
Now, with Japan's trend of monsters and demons running rampant, Kenmyo felt it was all a perfect setup just for Suguru Geto.
This is what it means to have the right time, place, and people.
As long as he continued to grow like this.
Not to mention Jujutsu High, even the entire Jujutsu World would fear Suguru Geto's Cursed Technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation, in the future.
If he absorbed all the Cursed Spirits in the world and unleashed Suguru Geto's ultimate Cursed Technique, Cursed Spirit Manipulation: Uzumaki, who could resist it?
Kenmyo simply arrived at a good time, giving him a complete experience of failure before Suguru Geto had fully matured.
"By the way, I'll forge a weapon for you."
Kenmyo looked at Suguru Geto's empty hands and couldn't help but think. Anyway, he had plenty of materials, and spending a little mana points to forge a weapon for Suguru Geto was not out of the question.
For Jujutsu Sorcerer, a good weapon is also the foundation for victory, which is why Cursed Tools sell for so much, enough to buy dozens of Jujutsu Sorcerer' lives.
Suguru Geto wanted a good weapon, because if someone, like Kenmyo, broke through all Cursed Spirit defenses and appeared directly in front of him, it would be very disadvantageous for him, being empty-handed and unable to defend himself.
But with prices often in the hundreds of millions, many young Jujutsu Sorcerer were deterred; you couldn't afford such things unless your family owned several mines.
"Kenmyo, you can also forge Cursed Tools?"
Suguru Geto raised an eyebrow. What else couldn't Kenmyo do?
"Don't look at me like this, my craftsmanship is actually very good."
Kenmyo, the craftsman, had this much confidence.
"I feel that Cursed Tools sold for hundreds of millions outside aren't as good as mine."
Indeed, those Cursed Tools were old antiques dug up from who knows what era. How could they compare to the Cursed Tools Kenmyo had freshly made just a day ago?
It was simply a difference in construction difficulty.
"Then it's settled. I'll make a Cursed Tool for you and give it to you in a few days."
"Hmm, thank you."
Suguru Geto originally wanted to decline. But... he couldn't decline; Kenmyo was too enthusiastic.
"Don't worry, you'll definitely be satisfied."
Kenmyo patted Suguru Geto's shoulder and then said again,
"I've put the shampoo and soap there. Use them if you need to."
"Hmm."
Meanwhile, Fushiguro Toji rode in his girlfriend's car to the coordinates his Boss had given him.
"Just pull over there; I can walk the rest of the way myself."
The blonde woman driving was a little reluctant but parked the car as Fushiguro Toji had instructed.
"Are you coming to my place tonight?"
She was also a foreign rich woman, not very fluent in Japanese. But her fair skin and blue eyes made her look very beautiful.
"No, thank you, Sophia."
Fushiguro Toji shook his head.
"My Boss has something for me today, and I don't know how late he'll be."
"Alright then."
Seeing the woman's pitiful expression, Fushiguro Toji patted her head.
"Next time, Sophia."
However, when Fushiguro Toji got out of the car, there were two clear lipstick marks on his face.
Because the area ahead was a pedestrian zone, vehicles were prohibited.
Fushiguro Toji followed the coordinates on the paper. When he arrived at the designated location, his first feeling was utter bewilderment.
"Ah, this..."
The magnificent buildings before him were blocked by tall red walls, and there were many signs behind them indicating a private area, prohibiting entry, or else consequences would follow.
Especially when he saw the Kamo Family Jujutsu Sorcerer patrolling nearby, a sense of absurdity arose in his heart.
Did his Boss give him the wrong address? Why did he send him to the entrance of the Kamo Family, one of the three great families of the Jujutsu World?
If Fushiguro Toji remembered correctly, wasn't Kenmyo once expelled from the Kamo Family?
But then he remembered the specific reminder his Boss gave before hanging up.
"Definitely don't climb the wall; just walk straight through the main entrance."
Now it seemed to be true. When he saw the Kamo Family estate, which was as famous as the Zenin Family's.
If the coordinates given by his Boss were correct, Fushiguro Toji's first thought was indeed to climb the wall and sneak in to see what was happening.
Fushiguro Toji's Heavenly Restraints Tyrant, with its zero Cursed Energy characteristic, allowed him to bypass any Cursed Technique detection and silently infiltrate any place he wished. Unless high-tech equipment was used, it would be impossible to detect Fushiguro Toji's intrusion traces.
"Never mind, I'll go through the front."
Fushiguro Toji thought for a moment and decided to act as his Boss had instructed. In his opinion, Kenmyo would never make such a small joke, so it was most likely true.
"Boss said so."
But the absurdity in Fushiguro Toji's heart never disappeared.
It was laughable; he, a Sorcerer Killer, could openly appear in broad daylight, walking within the estate of another prominent Jujutsu family.
Fushiguro Toji put his hands in his pockets, hunched his back, and walked straight from the entrance towards the Kamo Family's main gate.
The patrolling Jujutsu Sorcerer saw him, this intruder, and intended to take action, but they were stopped by the two people Kenmyo had prepared earlier.
"That is the family head's 'guest'; you may retreat."
"Yes, we understand."
Then, these two approached Fushiguro Toji.
"Hmm?"
Fushiguro Toji looked up and glanced at the man and woman blocking him. He wasn't very interested and looked away quickly; they seemed somewhat hostile.
"We were sent by Family Head Kenmyo-sama to meet you."
"Family Head?"
Fushiguro Toji's expression was as strange as could be, reconfirming that he hadn't misheard.
"Huh? Kenmyo is my Boss's name, isn't it?"
For a moment of shock, Fushiguro Toji even thought he had traveled through time.
That black-hearted Boss who fed him and provided for him...
How did he become the head of one of the three great families of the Jujutsu World?!
"Please follow me, sir."
"Please allow us to demonstrate the Kamo Family's hospitality."
They were particularly forceful in their hospitality.