The rain began without warning.
Cold. Heavy. Relentless.
The ancient walls of the Zenin compound stood silent in the darkness. Torches flickered along stone corridors. Guards whispered nervously.
They had heard the rumors.
The Sorcerer Killer was coming.
And then—
The main gate split in half.
Not blasted.
Not shattered by cursed energy.
Cut.
Clean.
Precise.
Through the smoke and falling wood stepped Toji Fushiguro.
No cursed aura.
No dramatic presence.
Just death walking forward.
The First Blood
"INTRUDER!"
Dozens of Zenin sorcerers rushed into the courtyard, cursed techniques igniting the night sky.
Flames.
Lightning.
Wind blades.
Toji didn't slow down.
He ran straight into them.
The first sorcerer's head fell before his technique completed.
The second's chest collapsed inward from a single punch.
A third activated a binding spell—
Too late.
Toji cut through the talisman and the caster in one motion.
Screams filled the compound.
The rain mixed with blood.
The Elder's Command
From the balcony above, an elder shouted,
"Form barrier formation! Trap him inside!"
A massive layered barrier slammed down around the courtyard.
Energy surged from every direction.
Toji stopped moving.
Sorcerers surrounded him in a perfect circle.
One of them laughed nervously.
"He's trapped."
Toji tilted his head slightly.
"You still don't understand."
He reached behind his back.
A cursed tool gleamed in the lightning flash.
In one step—
He pierced the barrier core.
The entire formation shattered like glass.
Shock spread across every face.
"How—?!"
Toji was already moving again.
No Mercy
Room by room.
Hall by hall.
The massacre began.
Zenin elites fell like leaves in a storm.
Some tried to negotiate.
Some tried to escape.
Some activated incomplete Domains in desperation.
Each one failed.
Because cursed energy meant nothing against someone who had none.
Toji moved like a shadow through corridors he once walked as a child.
He remembered the whispers.
The insults.
The hatred.
"Worthless."
"Failure."
"Zero."
His blade cut down another sorcerer mid-sentence.
The Courtyard of Silence
Within minutes—
The Zenin courtyard was silent.
Bodies covered the stone.
Rain washed crimson rivers into the drains.
Toji stood in the center.
Breathing steady.
Eyes empty.
Behind him, a final surviving member trembled.
"Y-you're a monster…"
Toji didn't look back.
"No."
He walked toward the main estate doors.
"You created me."
Lightning cracked across the sky.
And as thunder roared—
The Zenin Clan officially began its fall.
But far away, hidden in darkness—
Someone smiled.
Because this massacre was only the opening move.
And the true mastermind had yet to reveal himself.