The underground fight club was in ruins.
Broken slot machines.
Cracked concrete.
Blood on the floor.
On a shattered chair, breathing slowly but conscious—
Kinji Hakari watched the doorway where his opponent had disappeared.
"He didn't overpower me…"
Hakari wiped blood from his mouth.
"He calculated me."
Walking Through the Night
Outside, under flickering city lights—
Toji Fushiguro walked calmly.
No rush.
No celebration.
Hakari's ability replayed in his mind.
Domain expansion.
Probability mechanics.
Temporary immortality.
Toji didn't understand the flashy visuals.
He didn't need to.
He only needed one thing—
Timing.
Understanding the Gamble
Hakari's strength wasn't raw power.
It was chance.
A system built on probability.
Most sorcerers would panic when facing temporary immortality.
They would try to overpower it.
Break it.
Outlast it with cursed energy.
But Toji had none.
So he relied on something else.
Observation.
Breathing pattern shifts.
Energy surges.
Subtle body language changes when the jackpot neared expiration.
Probability wasn't random.
It had rhythm.
And Toji adapted to rhythm instantly.
A Realization
As he crossed a quiet bridge, Toji stopped briefly.
"Even luck has limits."
Hakari's immortality felt infinite—
But it was structured.
Timed.
Bound by rules.
And Toji's entire life had been about surviving rules.
Breaking systems that tried to define him.
Word Spreads Again
Back at Tokyo Jujutsu High, reports arrived quickly.
"Hakari was defeated."
"But he hit jackpot…"
"Still lost."
The room went silent.
If even probability-based immortality couldn't stop him—
Then what could?
Evolution of the Hunter
Toji resumed walking.
Each fight sharpened him.
Each technique taught him something new.
Speed.
Blood manipulation.
Domain gambling.
All different.
All flawed.
He didn't need cursed energy to adapt.
He needed experience.
And he was gaining it faster than anyone expected.
Far in the distance, thunder rolled across the sky.
The battlefield was evolving.