Fushiguro Toji's voice caught in his throat.
He looked at Mahito carefully, remaining silent.
Mahito raised his other hand and waved slightly. Chisato let out a slow breath, slowly retracting the aqua-blue long blade. Fushiguro Toji did not stop her and relaxed the strength in his fingertips.
Chisato stepped back two paces and slowly sheathed the aqua-blue blade, the edge making a soft metallic ring as it entered the scabbard.
Kazeha did not let go of her Maple Leaf Fan, staring cautiously at Fushiguro Toji, ready to release Thousand Night Storm at any moment.
"Even though your consciousness has awakened, your instincts are still controlling you to follow Ogami Granny's orders, right?" Mahito said calmly. "The thing you want to do most right now should be to kill Ogami Granny, shouldn't it? Because you believe that as long as you kill the user, you'll be free."
Ogami Granny immediately scrambled up and ran behind Mahito. In this position, she had Chisato on her left, Kazeha on her right, and Mahito in front.
Safe!
She immediately shouted, "It's useless even if you kill this old woman! After I die, the Cursed Technique can indeed continue to operate, but my final command will always affect you. Even if you can maintain your consciousness now, over time you will inevitably be swallowed by your body's instincts and become a mere puppet!"
Ogami Granny wasn't lying; it was the same in the original work.
After being summoned by Ogami Granny, Fushiguro Toji killed her immediately. He thought he could escape the command this way, but the instinctual command to find and kill the strong did not disappear; instead, it continued to influence him. He thus wandered the battlefield, becoming a killing puppet that only fought the strong.
Not until he met Fushiguro Megumi did he remember that this was his son. To prevent himself from harming his son, he chose self-destruction and entered the Yellow Springs once more.
But now the situation was completely different. Ogami Granny's command was to stand in place and not move. Even if he killed Ogami Granny now, he would be influenced by instinct and remain standing there forever. In the end, he would become a mere decoration.
"Tell me, what is your commission?" he asked.
"Your old trade," Mahito smiled. "Assassinate... Gojo Satoru."
Fushiguro Toji's pupils contracted.
"Scared?" Mahito asked.
Fushiguro Toji looked deeply at Mahito and spoke indifferently:
"I need a location prepared by me. I need a Cursed Tool that can break through Gojo Satoru's Limitless. Besides that... I need a complete resurrection before I'll go."
"This body won't do; it can't bring out my full strength. It's too sluggish. I need my own body to exert my full power."
Utahime Iori immediately said, "That kind of Cursed Tool no longer exists!"
"The Inverted Spear of Heaven you originally used to assassinate Satoru was personally destroyed by him. Furthermore, any Cursed Tool appearing abroad that can break through the Limitless is destroyed by Satoru as soon as it appears."
"In the current Jujutsu World, there is no Cursed Tool that can break through Satoru's Limitless!"
Utahime Iori was telling the truth.
Gojo Satoru was not the type to be stubborn; he would certainly deal with existences that could affect his "invincibility." Because of Fushiguro Toji, Cursed Tools were his focus. No matter where, if he heard of a Cursed Tool that could break through Limitless, he would definitely go and destroy it.
The Inverted Spear of Heaven had long been destroyed.
Fushiguro Toji relaxed his grip on Mahito's wrist.
"If what that woman says is true, then even I have no way to assassinate Gojo Satoru. Even if you completely resurrect me, it's useless. The reason I could push Gojo Satoru to the brink before I died was largely due to the Inverted Spear of Heaven. I can't do it alone."
"What kind of Cursed Tool are you good at using?" Mahito asked. "Swords? Staffs? Short swords or daggers?"
Utahime Iori felt an ominous premonition.
Fushiguro Toji let out a sound.
"It seems you've prepared in advance..."
Mahito smiled.
"I have the world's strongest Construction Technique Sorcerer here. As long as you speak, any Cursed Tool can be prepared within a day."
Fushiguro Toji nodded, then suddenly pointed at Utahime Iori.
"Fine. Then finally, I want this woman."
Utahime Iori's mouth twitched.
"What do you want to do?"
Fushiguro Toji said as a matter of course, "Kidnap you and threaten Gojo Satoru."
Utahime Iori's face contorted.
Fushiguro Toji raised his hands, repeatedly clenching and relaxing them. He lifted his feet and stomped on the ground. Even he, who usually maintained an indifferent posture, felt it was incredible.
He stretched out his arms and swung them in a wide circle like a wheel, exclaiming:
"I didn't expect to really be resurrected."
At this moment, he was following behind Mahito. They were walking down a wooden corridor.
The reception room had been destroyed, so it had naturally lost its function as a place for discussion. Kazeha took Ogami Granny away; she still had some preparations to make before going to reincarnation, and she also tied up Utahime Iori.
From now on, Utahime Iori lost her status as a guest and became a kidnapped captive.
The Chisato followed three paces behind Fushiguro Toji, staring at him with sharp eyes, her hand on the hilt of her sword, ready to draw at any moment.
Fushiguro Toji tilted his head.
"Hey, little girl, your killing intent is overflowing. Do you really mind being caught by the tip of your blade that much?"
Then Chisato remained silent.
Mahito chuckled from the front.
"Chisato is excellent. She was my first creation, the eldest sister of all the second-generation Intelligent Cursed Spirits. Her strength has progressed very quickly. In less than a month since her birth, she already has the strength of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit."
"Her growth period isn't over yet; she has the potential to reach the Special Grade Sorcerer level."
Rapidly growing strength and praise from those around her gave her immense pride.
"You're the first person to break that pride; she cares a lot about you."
Fushiguro Toji whistled.
"A month old and already has the strength of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit? When I was a month old, I couldn't even crawl properly. She should be proud."
Then Chisato spoke slowly:
"I will continue to refine my cultivation. Fushiguro-san, in the near future, I will challenge you again."
"Heh, still won't admit defeat." Fushiguro Toji's lips curled. "You've probably never heard of my reputation."
"I will prepare the money," Chisato said without hesitation, her gaze sharp.
Fushiguro Toji was stunned.
He pointed his thumb back at Chisato and looked at Mahito.
"Is this a 'friendship fee'? How are you raising your kid?"
Mahito said happily:
"Isn't she cute?"
"Is this a matter of being cute or not?" Fushiguro Toji had a hallucination; this father was probably very unreliable. Was he like this back then too? He thought he was enough of a scumbag, but it seemed this King of Curses wasn't much better either.
Mahito said indifferently:
"As long as it doesn't violate ethics and morality, the more ways to improve strength, the better. You're a good whetstone. I'm glad Chisato can use money to get you as a sparring partner. Of course, unless you don't care about money."
Fushiguro Toji sighed helplessly:
"I care a lot! I just got resurrected and don't have a cent on me. You're right, a man like me is a great value as a sparring partner. I didn't even know I'd one day become a sparring partner."
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