Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 188: Braised Pork with Ginger? When did it come?
call!!!--------

The howling wind pounded the steel shell that was forged by human technology. The crackling sound was buried by the thick alloy layer. People in the train could only hear the YMCA of KingBoss in their headphones and the short video played by the person next to them.

The office workers pressed each other's flesh and fat against each other, showing each other understanding and awkward smiles. Of course, they all raised their hands high without exception. Even those who were not tall enough tried to stand on tiptoe and hold the handrail above their heads tightly with their hands to avoid being mistaken for a train pervert and the risk of being captured by the wild Sayu.

On the train, two young men in black uniforms were walking side by side.

"Oh~Jie, you see, Glass's idea is pretty good." The young man standing on the left has white hair that looks quite soft, a tall figure, and rose-blue pupils that are not like the traditional Yamato people. They are like a diamond with messy luster that was shattered in the ocean.

"I will reduce the size of Tengen-sama's barrier, the Tent, and use myself as a wedge to compress the tent to the size of a human. Then, I will use the cursed power to change the material inside and outside, and wrap the human body like a film. It's like a person wearing a transparent suit. From the perspective of ordinary people outside, we are simply 'non-existent' people."

The white-haired boy shook his arms from side to side, looking very excited.

"As expected, if I convert my brain into a magus's thinking circuit, everything will become clear~"

“Having said that, when the sense of incongruity is greater than the illusion, people will still notice that there’s an idiot here loudly showing off his invention.” The black-haired boy shook his head. It should have been extremely difficult for someone with the same tall stature to move through the crowd, but the two of them moved through at an extremely fast speed.

Xia Youjie took out his phone and dialed the contact he had set.

"Glass, what's going on?"

[Got it, got it. I just arrived at the scene. This curse master killed a relative of a key sorcerer. She must be his mistress. Wow, she is wearing something very bold.]

[The heart stopped beating, the intestines were spilling out, and the arms were bent in different directions in a humorous way.]

"Compared to that kind of thing, can it be saved?"

【Nonsense, who do you think I am? 】

On the side, Gojo Satoru, who didn't interrupt, glanced at his phone.

"Coming."

"The Curse Master is in the carriage ahead."

Passing through the passage connecting the carriages, the two entered the new carriage, and Gojo immediately scanned the passengers in the entire carriage.

The goal is to

"above."

The cursed energy that was blocked by the iron layer and should not have been discovered had no privacy in front of Gojo Satoru's now transformed six-eyes.

Whoosh!!!————

The cracking wind continued to blow, and the receding scenery and the cold air brought by the whistling wind made the man shiver.

At this moment, on the upper deck of a high-speed train, a man in black tight shorts and a beige shirt was clinging to the carriage and crawling forward.

The man had a smooth head, most of his black hair had fallen out, he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong body. If he walked on the street, people would probably just think of him as a healthy old man, but if they could sense the existence of that cursed power, they would probably shudder immediately.

Slippery, slippery, and unpleasant.

It’s hard to imagine how many innocent people this guy has killed.

However, at this moment, the murderous curser was covered in cold sweat.

“What a joke! What a joke! Damn it, why would Gojo Satoru chase me? I knew I shouldn’t get involved in the attack on the high school, fuck your mother! Is this a draft?!”

Yes.

This man was none other than one of the curse masters who attacked the Jujutsu High School that day. As a curse master with a long working experience, he had even planned to assassinate Gojo Satoru when Gojo Satoru was still a child.

However, even though Gojo Satoru was an elementary school student, his strength was close to that of a first-level magician. With just one glance, the curse master felt the fear deep in his soul and went into semi-retirement, until he was deceived by Nozomi. In exchange for a high reward, he was tasked with going to the periphery of the technical high school to block the teachers from entering.

In addition to him, there were many first and second level curse masters that day. A small number of elites among them escaped unscathed and received their share of the 'reward'.

Those are the cursed tools and cursed objects of the High School of Curse!
In terms of value, any special-grade spell tool is worth hundreds of millions. It is precisely because of this temptation that they have no choice but to follow suit.

The one who received the highest reward was the leading assassin, a well-known assassin in the industry - Fushiguro Shigeki.

The man took seven special grade curse tools by himself and walked away. Besides him, the most experienced people were the old man himself and an old Utako Miko.

The witch took away the cursed objects placed in the Jujutsu High School. As far as he knew, they seemed to be cursed objects formed by the large amount of cursed power gathered from the corpses of famous Japanese sorcerers.

As for myself, I took away most of the cursed tools that were not even needed.

[A belly band that can directly and unconditionally increase spell power]

[Acupuncture points that can change a person's face freely]

Those were the gadgets left behind by ancient sorcerers, and they could be sold at a good price on the market. The old man sold most of the gadgets, and only kept the ones that could amplify spell power and improve strength.

He handled it very cleanly, at least that's what he thought.

But
That bastard Nozomi! He said he would definitely kill Gojo Satoru! What about killing everyone in the high school?!
No one from the Jujutsu High School was killed, and they continued to hunt curse spirits and curse casters for a whole year after the attack.

Almost all the cursed spirits in Tokyo were about to be cleared out! Once they appeared, they would be swallowed up by the terrifying cursed spirits that the sorcerer named Geto Summer Oil had arranged in various parts of Tokyo.

No matter how they tried to hide, they were killed one after another.

And now.

It's his turn.

Damn it. I must run away, I must run away!! I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!
But the life-threatening aura was approaching, how could the old man escape?

Inside the car, Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Fujimaru, that guy is up there."

【ok. 】

The voice from the other end of the phone reached Gojo Satoru's ears, but it also pierced the old man's ears so coldly.

where? !
before?
后？
wrong.

On top!

call!!------

The whistling wind seemed to stop suddenly. The old man looked upwards according to his intuition based on his many years of experience as a killer, and found that a shadow had partially covered the sunlight. He jumped down with his hands naturally stretched out.

Down, yes, this person jumped down from the higher skyrail train!
How crazy is this guy to jump off a high-speed train?!

Conjurer.

That is--

who? !

"domo!~~~"

Flying down from a great height, the shadow of a train traveling at hundreds of kilometers per hour.

That's the sorcerer.

That is--

"I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka, what about you?"

boom! ! !
With a relaxed and expectant look on his face, Fujimaru Ritsuka attacked the old man with his bare hands, and before the other party could react, he swung his fist straight at the curser's face!

"You obviously know my name! Stop lying to me!!"

The curser resisted angrily, and at the same time - Ritsuka was also a little surprised.

The loud explosion did not happen as expected.

One of the reasons is that Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Geto Suguru, who was in the carriage below, to use cursed spirits to reinforce the train structure.

But other than that—

"The power was swallowed up?"

He chuckled, seemingly finding it amusing, and Fujimaru's smile became even happier and healthier.

Possibilities flashed through my mind quickly.

This is a punch from a level 5 self-player.

Take it head on?

Well, that's unlikely, otherwise this person wouldn't be just a curser.

The effect of the spell?

No, the activation of the spell tool is not accompanied by the flow of spell power, but there was an obvious awakening of spell power just now.

"So it's a spell?" Ritsuka concluded, smiling, "Then let's try to crack it." "Wait! Let's talk it over--"

Not listening, Fujimaru landed smoothly and threw another punch.

The old man took it with his face and suddenly leaned to one side, but——

"No, little brother, let's talk it over—"

The old man took a direct hit from Fujimaru Ritsuka that was enough to overturn a heavily armored vehicle, but he did not lose consciousness. He was even able to continue to transform into Brother Dao and explain while sweating.

interesting.

The next moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm turned into a shadow.

One punch, two punches?

No, in an instant, the number of punches had already exceeded two!
The man was hit with super fast punches that even a first-rate heroic spirit might not be able to perform.

This time, the opponent couldn't help but spurt out a large amount of turbid blood from his nostrils, eyeballs, and ears!

Seeing this scene, Ritsuka immediately understood.

"Ah~ I thought it was [damage will be offset once noticed], but it turns out to be [reversal of strength and weakness]?" The fight lasted no more than two seconds, and Fujimaru made the judgment easily, and the light of interest in his eyes also extinguished.

what the hell.

Not interesting.

This is bad luck.

But the old man in front of him was filled with a thousand times more fear.
In his memory, the names of four people stood out the most during the attack on Gao Zhuan.

He has not yet mentioned the most famous person.

That person was Fujimaru Ritsuka.

No one fully understands the other's technique, because he rarely reveals his technique to the enemy to improve its performance.

No one has ever fully recorded the other's fighting style, because everyone who fought him either died or was vague.

Too fast.

Everything happened too fast.

The moment the battle begins, it ends.

The old man only understood the true meaning of those comments today.

But it was too late.

boom! !

His vision went dark, and once again, he couldn't even see the trajectory of his opponent's punch.

Consciousness has disappeared.

Only the last sound remains, unclear.

"Ah, speaking of which."

"In the end, I didn't even ask what this curse master's name was."
-
It was July, 2006, and it was summer in Japan.

That summer was extremely hot, and I even had trouble breathing when walking on the road.

Location: Jujutsu High School.

Familiar first year of technical college
No, they were already in the second year. The omnipotent foursome, the four people nicknamed the 'Brave Team', at this moment -

"Fuck you four idiots! Drop out of school!!!"

I am experiencing the crisis of dropping out of school.

Four people, three boys and one girl, were kneeling on the floor at the moment, abandoning their usually warm desks, feeling the warmth of the marble in the hot summer, as well as the cordial greetings from their head teacher, Mr. Ye Moth.

"First, Gojo Satoru and Geto! You two idiots! Although developing the barrier technique is a good thing, the inventor is Naoko. How can you two walk openly in the train car with test subjects?! Use your brains! The moment you used the cursed power to reinforce the car, you had already expanded the range of the [tent]! And this also caused dozens of civilians to witness the scene of the curse!"

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, looking aggrieved.

Geto Xiayou turned his head away and did not refute.

Glass pointed out the Great Prisoner's Sky Finger with a mocking look on his face.

"And you, Fujimaru!" Ye Moth pointed his finger to the other side, "Who would be so willing to kick through the train windows and jump off a train traveling at hundreds of kilometers per hour just to stop a curse master!"

"If we delay any longer, the criminal will escape and there may be casualties," Fujimaru said seriously.

"Fair point! But you'll still get scolded!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka also lowered his head.

Seeing this, Glass, who was also kneeling beside him, raised his hand, revealed a smug smile, and raised his chin to the three people beside him.

"Teacher, then I can say that I am completely innocent—"

"Glass, I found out that you ordered the Ginza sushi set meal tonight at 3:32 pm, and you were at the crime scene at the time to ensure the safety of the people, right? Have you ever seen a doctor ordering sushi while helping a patient!?"

"."

Glass closed her eyes and lowered her head.

The moth was extremely angry again.

"You four idiots! How can you set a good example for this year's freshmen? Really, really!"

Ye Mo has a love-hate relationship with these students in front of him.

After a long moment, he gasped and calmed his breathing.

".Forget it, the warm-up task is over here. You are just as stupid as you were a year ago! This really makes me feel at ease! I have new tasks for you. If you still can't do it well, you all have to write me a self-criticism!"

coming.

Ritsuka finally held it in until this moment.

He had read the general content of the introduction before entering the copy.

[Astral plasma]

According to the normal copy, this person will be the key.

Its existence is related to the foundation of today's world of sorcery - [Tengen].

In the normal copy content, he should have to fight with Fushiguro Shigekiru in order to protect the satellite plasma. This is the difficulty of this mission - however, because Ritsuka changed the development of the world line, the current plot is likely to be different from the original.

First of all, Fushiguro Shinobu knew about the existence of Gojo Satoru and Fujimaru Ritsuka in advance, and after the battle, he will most likely be stronger than in the original script.

But if it's just a slightly stronger enemy, it doesn't matter.

The real problem is that even the script itself can go astray.

"Your mission is to protect and destroy the [Astral Plasma]."

Yega Masamichi followed Ritsuka's guess and told him the content of the mission.

There is no difference?!
Not only Ritsuka, but even Gojo and others who had also read the brief introduction to the main god space copy mission had subtle expressions.

However, at this moment——

"But before that, you should go and do the work first."

"You know how to navigate the Tokyo Public Security Bureau route, right? If not, just navigate on your own." Night Moth scratched his head in annoyance. "Then, go to Makima and apply for the equipment you'll need on this trip in advance."

".who?"

The foursome couldn't help but wonder, and Ye Mo Zheng Dao also looked up in confusion.

"Makima huh? Ritsuka is fine, but have you forgotten Gojo - she's a senior from the same class as Meimei."

"."

Who?
At that moment, the four people's eyes met.

An inexplicable coldness enveloped this incongruous reality.

(End of this chapter)