The rain turned red.
Not from illusion.
Not from Domain distortion.
From blood.
After the collapse of five Domains, the battlefield outside Tokyo Jujutsu High had become chaos.
And chaos favored only one man.
At the center of the devastation—
Toji Fushiguro moved again.
Phase Two Begins
"Close formation!" shouted Yuta Okkotsu.
No more territory advantage.
No more guaranteed-hit rules.
Just combat.
Rika lunged first, monstrous and furious.
Hakari followed from the right flank.
Choso attacked from long range with rapid blood projectiles.
It was coordinated.
Precise.
Deadly.
But it was also desperate.
The First Fall
Toji vanished from Rika's swing.
He reappeared behind the injured barrier master—
The black blade flashed once.
Clean.
Silent.
The sorcerer collapsed instantly.
No scream.
No second chance.
Hakari's eyes widened.
"He's targeting the weakened!"
Toji didn't respond.
He was calculating casualty value.
Remove support.
Break morale.
Create fear.
Blood Cannot Predict Instinct
Choso fired a concentrated Piercing Blood toward Toji's blind spot.
Toji twisted mid-step, allowing the beam to graze instead of pierce.
He closed the distance instantly.
A normal blade— not Domain Destroyer— cut across Choso's abdomen.
Deep.
Choso dropped to one knee, coughing violently.
"I couldn't read his movement…"
Toji spoke calmly.
"You rely on flow."
"I rely on killing."
Hakari's Gamble
Kinji Hakari activated his technique again, forcing probability in his favor.
He rushed in recklessly.
For a moment—
It worked.
He landed a solid hit on Toji's ribs.
The impact cracked bone.
Toji staggered.
But that was all Hakari needed.
He pushed harder.
Again.
Again.
But Toji adapted within seconds.
He altered rhythm unpredictably.
Broke Hakari's timing.
Then—
A brutal elbow to the throat.
Followed by a downward slash across the chest.
Hakari collapsed backward, breathing unstable.
Not dead.
But out.
Rika's Fury
Now only Yuta and Rika stood fully active.
Rika roared in rage and smashed downward with full force.
Toji blocked—
The impact sent him skidding across the broken ground.
His wounds reopened.
Blood spread beneath him.
Yuta followed instantly.
Blade descending for execution.
Steel clashed.
Sparks flew.
But this time—
Toji pushed back.
Harder.
Faster.
More lethal.
Casualty Count Rising
Behind them—
Three sorcerers lay unmoving.
Two critically injured.
Support teams rushing in from distant barriers hesitated.
Fear had spread.
The number was growing.
And Toji wasn't slowing down.
The Sorcerer Killer had shifted from hunted—
To predator again.
Psychological Collapse
One young grade-1 sorcerer attempted a sneak attack from behind.
Toji didn't even look.
He stepped sideways instinctively—
And drove the blade backward through the attacker's chest.
Without turning.
Without emotion.
The body fell.
The remaining sorcerers froze.
Mass casualties were no longer a possibility.
They were reality.
Yuta Realizes
Yuta stepped back slightly, breathing steady but eyes intense.
"If this continues…"
"We lose everyone."
Rika stood protectively beside him.
Toji wiped blood from his face again.
He looked more injured than ever.
But more dangerous too.
Because now—
There were fewer obstacles.
Fewer distractions.
Fewer variables.
And Toji fought best when the battlefield simplified.
The rain intensified.
Bodies lay scattered across the broken ground.
And somewhere far away—
Ancient laughter echoed again.
Because the war was accelerating faster than anyone predicted.
And this massacre—
Was only the beginning.