Chapter 137: Innate Domain.
"His cursed energy must be depleted."
Seeing the tall Susanoo gradually dissipate, Naobito Zenin knew it was his turn to enter the field. Holding the previously broken samurai sword, he charged forward.
His ghostly figure quickly blended into the night, but upon arriving near where the Susanoo had vanished, he became confused. His cursed energy perception couldn't find anything nearby.
This was the benefit of 'Sage Mode' – to merge one's own presence with nature, becoming silent and traceless.
Tatsuro, on a tree, gazed at the Zenin family head on the ground. He then instantly vanished. A sharp blade cleanly slashed towards his leg, his crimson pupils emanating a cold killing intent.
"Swoosh—"
The samurai sword arrived in an instant. It was too late by the time Naobito Zenin discovered it. When he sensed something approaching, the blade had already touched his leg, directly costing him a limb.
"Hoo—"
Tatsuro flicked the blood off his samurai sword and said, "If we were in an open jungle, it might have been a 60-40 fight. But in the jungle, I'm sorry, your winning rate is only 0."
"Tch, to think you can even conceal your presence."
Naobito Zenin looked at his severed right leg and conceded, "Looks like the intel I had wasn't enough. You win. Help me reattach my leg."
[Mission Complete. Mission Reward initiating distribution: 40 points, 350 cursed energy permanent increase.]
"20 million."
Tatsuro held up two fingers.
"..."
Naobito Zenin was silent for a moment, then said, "Deal."
"Phew..."
Tatsuro let out a tired sigh and then exited Sage Mode. Sensing he didn't have enough cursed energy to repair the leg, he called for Shura to exit Sage Mode as well and drew out its cursed energy.
He had been short on money recently, mainly due to raising Shura. As its size grew, the amount of food it ate also increased. The fridge, which used to be full of drinks, was now completely filled with meat.
The kind that was cleared out daily. The butcher he bought from had gotten rich entirely because of him and had already moved into a villa. Raising a dog could really bankrupt a person.
Tatsuro picked up the leg from the ground, then placed it against the severed part and reattached it.
"Hiss!"
Naobito Zenin's whole body trembled in pain. After all, the leg had been severed so quickly he barely felt it, but reattaching it now was excruciating.
"Don't move. What if I reattach it crookedly?"
After aligning it, Tatsuro directly used 'Reverse Cursed Technique' to repair the severed part.
Two seconds later, the leg was completely restored.
Naobito Zenin moved his leg a few times and said with resignation, "Sigh, what a pity I couldn't get you to leave an heir."
"Not interested. And I don't want to leave an heir either; it feels like it would be very troublesome to raise one. Remember to transfer the twenty million yen. I'm going to sleep."
After speaking, Tatsuro left directly. No matter what, he had established his dominance today. In the future, they would know his measure and wouldn't deliberately bother him.
He glanced at the kneeling Naoya Zenin but didn't pay him any mind. He walked straight into the house, returned to his room, and after lying down on the bed, fell into a deep sleep.
He was truly tired. After extreme excitement came endless fatigue. Memories rushed in like a tide.
In a dream.
Tatsuro stood in a dilapidated alley. The sound of crying reached his ears. A child sat on the ground, hugging his head and crying. From the house behind him came a scolding voice, "So noisy! You useless thing, just like your mother?"
The child's cries grew louder, his mouth calling for his mother.
Unintentionally, a fruit knife fell from the sky. Tatsuro looked up. A child had thrown the knife and then immediately closed the window.
Thump!
The sound of a door being slammed rang out. The child sitting on the ground and crying was clearly startled. His crying stopped instantly, leaving only the sound of sniffling.
Then, he noticed the fruit knife that had suddenly appeared on the ground. His right hand unconsciously rose and gripped the hilt. A trace of hatred appeared in his tear-drowned eyes.
The man from inside the house seemed to be drunk, spewing all sorts of unbearable obscenities and smashing things in the house.
Tatsuro passed through the door and found the inside was a complete blank. He then walked out again, looking at the child sitting on the ground, staring intently at the knife.
Tatsuro walked over and sat beside him. Regardless of whether the child could hear him, he said, "I really miss this. If I'm not mistaken, this is your 'Innate Domain,' also known as your inner world."
"You turned out very well a dozen or so years later. You don't regret the decision you made back then at all. The survival of humanity, the rampage of cursed spirits, none of it matters to you. As long as you find what you want to protect, that's enough. So please, do as you think best."
Just as Tatsuro finished speaking, the wooden door creaked open. A drunken man holding a wine bottle walked out, looked at his son sitting at the entrance, kicked him, and scolded, "Why are you crying? Are your tears dry? And you're holding a knife? What are you thinking, kid? Huh..."
Tatsuro listened to the abusive words and slowly stood up. He walked towards the mouth of the alley, his eyes emanating indifference.
A few seconds later, a thudding sound was heard.
The inner world also began to change. The surrounding buildings dissipated like ash. In the sky, there was no moon, only countless twinkling stars illuminating this space, like the future, starlight shining.
Tatsuro lay on the ground, observing the points of starlight in the sky. His pupils, once indifferent, now held a rare gentleness. It seemed that looking at his true self was nothing to be afraid of.
...
The next day.
The rooster crowed as usual.
Tatsuro woke up on time, stretched, and yawned. He looked at the women still unconscious on the ground. He scratched his head and complained, "Did I use too much force? Forget it. It's not like they'll die anyway. Time to slip away."
Tatsuro picked up the phone he had placed on the headboard and saw the 20 million yen had been credited to his bank account. He nodded with satisfaction.
Getting up, he saw his clothes neatly folded at the door. Remarking on their thoughtfulness, he changed and left directly. Yesterday's dream had been very sweet, giving him a sense of wanting more.
The Kukuru Unit was currently cleaning up the ruins from yesterday's battle. The jungle on the distant mountain had also been devastated by him. It would probably take decades to fully recover.
But none of that had anything to do with him. After all, they had brought it on themselves.
The members of the Kukuru Unit saw him and acted as if they had seen a ghost, quickly moving away.
Tatsuro didn't mind, making his way unimpeded to the Zenin gate. He pulled open the door. A black sedan was parked by the road. A short, impeccably dressed old man in a suit stood by the car.
He said, "Good day, Mr. Tatsuro. I am the Zenin family's butler, Furudate. I am responsible for taking you back to Jujutsu High."
"Thanks."
Tatsuro wasn't polite either. In a cheerful tone, he directly pulled open the car door and sat inside.
Furudate, seeing Tatsuro get in the car, lamented, "What kind of monsters are the youth these days," and then sat in the front passenger seat.
Three hours later.
Tatsuro got out of the car, waved goodbye to Furudate, and then walked into the gates of Jujutsu High.
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