Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 207: The absolute strong, the loneliness born from it, teaches you what to love (Part )
You can fight me without using cursed power and still suppress me?
What a shame it was, but also what a surprise.

Growing up in a world where 'no magic power equals a caterpillar'.

Growing up in a mean, dark and rigid family, he was deprived of hope, happiness and the meaning of existence.

Countless suppressions.

Countless contempt.

Even if Fushiguro Shigeu tore them all apart and found his own hope, he was eventually "destroyed".

He fell into the abyss of depravity and even abandoned the 'bloodline' that he was supposed to protect.

The man, however, met her on that day.

A 'person' who is similar to me, but completely different.

Going far without any talent.

Suffering but still hopeful.

The difference between me and Fujimaru Ritsuka is that we are mentors, partners, or simply personalities?

have no idea--

"Are you confused?"

".ha?"

In the battle, in the fierce battle, in the mutual competition, Ritsuka suddenly spoke.

The two men's fists and swordsmanship were still fierce, but under such circumstances, they began an abrupt conversation.

"I saw it when we first met. Mr. Shinji is also the kind of person who longs for battle and liberation—" Ritsuka blinked, "I always feel that there is no light in his eyes."

".Tsk, kid, didn't your parents tell you that you can't casually comment on other people's appearance?"

In battle, it’s the table AI.

Just let our burning fists tell each other the answer.

war.

Fight, fight—fight!!!!
Rushing to the end of the train, the two continued to fight, the flames and the flow of swords smashed everything except human life! ! ! The two fought all the way from the front of the train, sparks flew everywhere, until they hit the back of the train!
The blurred storms entangled and fought with each other, causing one belated exclamation after another and shouting of fear.

But Fushiguro Shigeu became more and more frightened the more he fought.

because--

This bastard Fujimaru Ritsuka was able to protect other civilians who might be accidentally injured while fighting with himself.

Grab the knife, fold the knife, and use the [Wanli Lock] to block Fushiguro Shinobu's sword path while also protecting civilians.

Time, probably less than half a minute passed.

But the young man's momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

'Seeing through my own sword path'? !

Fushiguro was shocked.

why? !

The answer, what is it!
[Lower right corner, and then after being blocked, it is likely that the opponent will hold the knife with the backhand and stab again]

The answer is an external brain.

The built-in brain in Ritsuka's brain has been activated.

The magician with heterochromatic eyes, Alfia, sat in the pure black space with her legs crossed.

It was just like Sukuna's time, but the difference was that Sukuna's mental imagery was a sea of ​​blood and corpses, while Alfia's mental imagery was a seemingly ordinary dusk, with wheat ears swaying, the wind blowing across the earth, and a woman enjoying the cool on a mat.

Dressed in a blue frilly skirt, the woman gave instructions blandly.

Because she is a complete spirit, Alfia basically resides in Ritsuka's brain.

It can be activated at any time to push Ritsuka's 'learning ability' to the level of an extraordinary talent!
With that talent cursed by God, even Fushiguro Shige's swordsmanship would be seen through in an instant.

boom! !

Another slash that broke the side of Fushiguro Jyouji's sword.

Grab the knife and change hands.

He kicked up with one foot, hitting the base of the handle, thrusting the blade squarely into the ceiling, causing the blade to tremble.

Special grade spell tool——I have used it enough.

but--

Can't win.

Ritsuka's figure gradually relaxed, but his aura was as dark and deep as hell.

The figure that should have been shorter than himself, in Fushiguro Shige's eyes, gradually turned into a tall, bloated, terrifying and hideous demon.

The boy in front of me——

Why is it so strong?
The situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Some trance.

Fushiguro Shiori——for the first time since his birth, he had the thought that 'no matter how hard he tried, he could never kill this person'.

Even if it was Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro would be surprised by his strength, but he would not feel "despair".

But facing the same 'root'.

Faced with Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had traveled a longer path than himself, Fushiguro Shigeu hesitated.

The idea of ​​[not being able to win].

Deep in the soul, taking root for the first time.

what
It's so dazzling.

"Sorry, this is an assassin, who cares about your 'rescue'?~"

Why fight head-on? That's stupid!
His eyes darkened.

Fushiguro Shiori suddenly changed his actions.

Lower your body and pull your arms down and out to the side.

It's not about taking a knife, it's about -

The old lady who was sitting and reading a newspaper and didn't even react to what happened was thrown at Lixiang!

Yep! ! Fushiguro Shijiro, you are such a baby!
Put your arms on your back, lower your waist to the ground, and your center of gravity will be like mercury.

Ritsuka took the old man and placed him safely on the seat.

"Are you okay?"

"Ah, thank you."

The old man, who was a little slower in consciousness, was stunned for a moment, then he smiled slowly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fushiguro Shigeru abandoned his weapon and escaped, retreating more than ten steps!
But is it useful?

No.

"Ugh! You can't leave!"

Putting the old lady down, Lixiang chased after her again!

The retreating assassin, and the advancing assassination target!

The gap of more than ten meters was closed in an instant! Ritsuka rushed in front of Fushiguro Shinobu in an instant!

"what?!"

surprised.

How come it's so fast?!

the answer is--

Martial arts.

Use inch power to advance.

Shrink to an inch!

Lixiang, you are also a master of Chinese martial arts!
Fushiguro Shige's talent is indeed amazing.

But without the guidance of an excellent mentor, he can't be compared with Ritsuka! And the strongest Heroic Spirit Envoy ever selected in the history of the fucking human race! Even if he doesn't use cursed power, given the similar physical specifications of the two, Ritsuka should, must - humiliate Fushiguro!
Kara————

With his backhand, Ritsuka slammed the sliding door connecting the carriages shut.

Ritsuka and Fushiguro.

Trapped in a small space that is almost close to the chest.

Then--

"If you're this close, you won't be able to escape."

Tend your four fingers tightly, with your fingertips pointing towards the person.

Wing Chun, ask the hands.

"Come."

With his back pressed against the hull of the carriage, all the muscles on Fushiguro Shige's face were trembling.

That scorching gaze burned a hole in his heart.

No escape is allowed.

The moment this 'beast' targeted him, Fushiguro Shinobu had no chance to dodge!
Fight! Inevitably - Fight!

"I don't know how to use cursed power."

Ritsuka spoke.

That was the last declaration, the last provocation, and also the last redemption. Who was the one who denied himself because of the curse?
Who is the person who escapes from reality by denying himself?
Although she didn't say anything, Ritsuka was like a mirror, reflecting Fushiguro Shinobu's soul.

So ugly, so--

Small!
Short!

"Ouch!!!!"

Black face, furious!
Crazy Valley! Strength!
It’s rotten!
Muscles tensed, fists clenched! Fushiguro Shige's figure was even more exaggerated than Ritsuka's. In this narrow secret room, he should have an absolute advantage!
Fight!

The hands of both men turned into invisible afterimages again at the same time, but this time, even Fushiguro's body from the neck down turned into a blurry black shadow.

It's not that he straightened his waist and exerted force.

But it’s because Ritsuka’s fist covers the entire body!
At the moment when both sides punched at the same time
Faster.

Stronger!

Even better!

boom!!!--

Right in the middle of the chin.

His head suddenly turned sixty degrees clockwise! Fushiguro Shiori's vision became blurry!
boom!
He kicked the spring bag upwards, the dizziness was replaced by pain, and Fushiguro Shige began to fly into the air!
Click.

The sternum was broken.

Snapped.

The ribs are triangular in shape.

Constant pain.

Continuous pain.

The fist is like a fascia gun that brings continuous stimulation to the body - a stimulation that leads to death! It's like a suffocation play that makes people unable to stop!
But Fushiguro Shinobu's consciousness just drifted away.

Back to the past.

[Born in a corrupt sorcery family where 'spells are everything']

[Being looked down upon by everyone, and even thrown into a devil’s cave full of cursed spirits to die]

[The birth of heaven and the tyrant, the first half of his life beyond his bohemian ways]

【The moment I met ‘that person’】

Even a killer can fall in love

Yes.

Fushiguro is so good that he doesn't need Ritsuka to teach him "love".

Being strong does not refer to physical strength or the amount of spell power.

A strong man who can subdue, surpass and ride this man named Fushiguro Shiji has already appeared.

The smallest unit of strength is to carry out one's own willfulness.

And that woman was so willful and forced that she even forced the strongest man in the world to give birth to a child for her!

Extremely strong!

But even the strong will fall.

Time, disease, and irresistible natural disasters will take away the lives of the strong.

[Even those who think they have given up will fall into a deeper hell once again when their cherished treasure is broken.]

Fushiguro Shige's consciousness began to sink and fall.

[I threw away the child that 'that person' left behind for me, and I was determined to abandon everything and deny everything. I have lived until now——]

What are you doing?

boom! ! ! !

The iron gate was smashed abruptly, and the abrupt arc became a sharp crack. Fushiguro Shinji was knocked back like a dirty rag, and his back hit the ground. He rolled backwards several times with the remaining strength and smashed through several iron gates again.

【do not know. 】

[Perhaps this is just a person who should have gone to hell, exiling himself in the end.]

【Looking back, there hasn’t been anything happy in the past two years. 】

[Take the mission, bet on horses, eat octopus balls, and then.]

Dry eyes, shriveled eyeballs.

Fushiguro Shigeki, the strongest killer, had blood spurting out from unknown parts of his body, staining his usually sharp eyes, and everything he saw was a blurry blood red.

But even so, the boy who beat him was so clear.

So strong.

It's not just the strength, but the eyes.

No hesitation, at a loss.

A free person driven by emotions.

Really
“It’s really enviable”

boom! ! ! !

Once again, the fist hit the center of Fushiguro's face.

The bridge of the nose was crushed and the fist was embedded in the face.

The back of his head touched the ground of the train, and the force of the collision immediately created an arc-shaped concave surface. The broken wooden boards tilted upwards, making Fushiguro Shiro's head look like a delicious dish in a Michelin restaurant.

Iron fist, sanctions.

fighting--

end.
-
Long silence, echoing tinnitus.

In the dark consciousness, only a vague figure emerged in Fushiguro Shige's mind.

The boy with a black urchin head lowered his head, wearing a kindergarten backpack, and seemed a little dissatisfied with himself.

Your own.
son.

Name
What is it?

You must have taken it yourself.

She asked me to get it. I can't stand it. She knew I didn't even have an elementary school education.
Name, name.
Oh, I remember.

【benefit】

I gave him that name because I hoped that he would be blessed and live unlike me.

Now, where is that little devil and what is he doing?
【Wow——】

It's like covering the holes in your ears with water until someone pulls you out.

Fushiguro Shigeki opened his eyes tiredly, and the light from the blue sky shone down, making the man squint subconsciously.

The clanging vibrations echoed beneath my body, and it seemed as if I was still on the train. However, since I could see the blue sky, it was probably the top of the train.

"After all, if we interrogate them downstairs, it would be too disturbing to the people."

A voice came to my ears, a familiar voice. Unlike the frenzy a minute ago, after the battle, Fujimaru Ritsuka was as quiet as a boy majoring in literature.

Oh, the Department of Literature.

For some reason he suddenly wanted to laugh, but the corner of his mouth pulled his injured muscles, so Fushiguro Shigeki could not laugh anymore. However, he could only hold it back, and barely opened his mouth to organize words, pretending that nothing was wrong.

"Kill me quickly."

"No, I still need your information to find out who is behind this."

A high-speed train, a tattered man lying on the roof of the carriage, and Ritsuka swaying from side to side with his hands on his knees.

"The mastermind? Haha, I won't betray my employer. This is my bottom line as a killer." Fushiguro Shier grinned, "Even if you throw me off the train——"

"I actually have a heroic spirit that can read people's memories. Well, the technique, if you don't tell me, I will read all the memories of you and your wife kissing me in your mind, and see your wife naked-"

"I said."

This guy is such a devil—Fushiguro Shiori thought expressionlessly.

"In that case, if you confess voluntarily, the punishment should be lenient, right?"

"You have excellent physical qualities but you don't want to find a proper job. Instead, you choose to be a killer. Mr. Fushiguro, do you want to die yourself?"

"." Fushiguro Shier exhaled a breath of foul air and murmured, "Has anyone ever told you that you are annoying?"

Eh?! Everyone just says they like me a lot!
Ritsuka was surprised.

".Forget it. Now, I roughly understand what you mean by 'save'." Fushiguro said hoarsely.

Fighting is communication.

Precisely because of being powerful and being a heretic, he is lonely, disgusted, and in pain.

And fighting is the channel to relieve that pain.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was the one who helped Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Shinjiro to channel their negative emotions.

A pure and kind person.

Great man.

Ah.

He even managed to raise his broken arm and covered his eyes to block out the sunlight.

That's too glaring.
"I will tell you all the information, and you can decide my life or death. And thank you."

"It's pretty cool to fight."

(End of this chapter)