Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

Second floor railing.

Lynn straightened his tie, like an actor about to go on stage, and then leaped.

"call--"

The wind howled.

The dance floor below had long since turned into a battlefield.

The clown man presiding over the auction was grinning maliciously as he directed the horde of cursed spirits, attempting to tear the well-dressed millionaires to shreds.

Meanwhile, the samurai in kimonos—members of the Zenin family—stood back to back in a circular formation, their swords flashing like snow, struggling to withstand the onslaught of the cursed spirits.

"Damn it! There are too many!"

The man with the buzz cut, who was in the lead, severed the wing of a fly with a single stroke, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Although these cursed spirits are not of high level, they are endless. Moreover, with the blessing of the "tent", the host is constantly releasing stronger curses.

"Lord Shinro! That top-grade cursed artifact is about to be taken away!" his subordinate shouted anxiously.

On the display stand, a cursed spirit was grabbing the glass case containing the "Rebel Face," preparing to offer it to the clown man.

"You bastard!"

The man with the buzz cut roared and tried to force his way out.

Just then.

"boom!!"

A dark shadow fell in front of the booth like a meteorite.

The immense impact crushed the thieving cursed spirit into a bloody pulp.

Dust billowed up, and the low-level cursed spirits that had tried to surround and attack were also blown away by the shockwave.

"It's so noisy."

The smoke and dust cleared.

Lynn leaned on her black cane with one hand and gracefully caught the glass cabinet that was about to fall with the other, even taking out a handkerchief to wipe the dust off it.

He stood amidst the pile of cursed spirits as if he were standing in his own backyard.

"Since this item was purchased by that gentleman, it is now the guest's private property."

Lynn raised his head, looked at the clown host floating in mid-air not far away, and smiled:

"As the organizer, embezzlement is a major taboo in business."

"What?!"

When the clown saw Lynn, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't seen how the man got down from the second floor.

"Get out of my way if you don't want to die! This is my territory!"

The clown screamed and waved his wand.

"Kill him!!"

Roar--!

Dozens of level-two cursed spirits roared and pounced on Lynn from all directions. Their sharp claws and disgusting tentacles instantly blocked all of Lynn's escape routes.

Seeing this scene, Xinlang of the Zen temple not far away felt a surge of pleasure.

"Die, you arrogant nouveau riche. This is what happens when you meddle in other people's business."

however.

Faced with this inevitable and deadly attack, Lynn didn't even flinch.

He didn't even draw his cane sword.

Lynn simply raised his hands slightly, interlaced his fingers, and made an ancient and mysterious hand gesture.

That gesture caused the pupils of Zen monk Xinlang, who was standing in the distance, to suddenly contract.

"That handprint is..."

Before he could react...

Lynn's voice, calm and clear, pierced through the clamor of the battlefield.

"Time to get out and work."

"[Nue]."

Sizzle sizzle—!!!

A piercing electrical sound exploded instantly.

The originally dim underground space was suddenly illuminated by a dazzling orange-red electric light.

"Rage—!!!"

With a sharp cry, a huge, masked bird, crackling with violent lightning, shot into the sky from the shadow beneath Lynn's feet!

With a flap of its wings, countless bolts of lightning, like whips of thunder, instantly swept away the surrounding circle of cursed spirits that rushed towards it.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Those originally ferocious cursed spirits were like mosquitoes touching a high-voltage line in the face of super-intense lightning; they were instantly charred, exploded, and vanished into thin air.

"What?!"

The clown was so frightened he almost fell from the sky.

But what was even more shocking was the group of Zen temple staff dressed in kimonos.

"That is..."

Zenji Shinro nearly dropped the knife in his hand.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the thunderbird circling above Lynn's head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Nue?!"

"Why...why does this outsider possess the Zenin family's shikigami?!"

This is not just shock, it is a fear of a collapse of faith.

The Ten Shadow Techniques are the Zen family's proudest masterpiece, a set of techniques that can only be inherited by geniuses with the purest bloodline.

But now, it has ended up in the hands of a businessman in a suit, reeking of money!

and……

Zenji Shinro observed the size of the nue and the intensity of the lightning.

"Why can he use ten different shadow magic techniques? Does he have the bloodline of a Zen family?"

"Impossible! Our Zen family's bloodline has always been strictly controlled; there could never be any bloodline circulating outside!"

Lynn, of course, had no idea what these people were thinking.

He simply felt that the newly acquired bird was very useful.

"Since we're cleaning up trash, let's make it as thorough as possible."

Lynn changed his handprints again.

This time, the hands were clasped together, resembling a snake's head.

"【The Great Serpent】".

Rumble—!!!

The ground cracked instantly.

A gigantic, white serpent god, its blood-red maw gaping wide, leaped out of the shadows.

It was like a runaway high-speed train, ignoring the terrain and crashing into the group of cursed spirits who were still in a daze.

Wherever it went, it destroyed everything in its path.

Whether it was a cursed spirit or an obstacle, they were all crushed.

"No...impossible!!"

The clown man watched as his army of cursed spirits was instantly decimated by the two shikigami, and finally felt fear.

"Who are you?!"

"who I am?"

Lynn stood atop the giant snake's head, and as the snake raised its head, he looked down at the clown man, adjusting his glasses.

"I'm just a concerned citizen who's trying to maintain market order."

"Shunping!"

"exist!"

Shunping, who had been waiting for his chance, suddenly leaned out from the railing on the second floor.

"Yodozuki: Poisonous Needle Rain!"

Countless purple poisonous stingers shot down from above, blocking the clown's escape route.

"hateful!!"

The clown man frantically tried to defend himself.

In the instant he was distracted.

Lynn disappeared.

next second.

He appeared in front of the Joker.

This time, he didn't use any shikigami.

Lynn, still holding the Golden Law in its sheath, lashed it hard across the Joker's face.

"Bang!!!"

Like playing baseball.

The clown's face instantly contorted, and he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall, where he couldn't be pried off.

The battle is over.

In less than a minute.

What was originally a hopeless situation was easily overturned by Lynn all by himself.

"call……"

Lynn landed and straightened his slightly disheveled suit.

The [Nue] and [Orochi] behind him transformed into black fluid and obediently returned to his shadow.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The surviving wealthy individuals trembled with fear.

Meanwhile, the group of Zen monks were staring at Lynn with an extremely complex look, as if they were looking at some kind of monster.

"Feed".

Lynn turned around and looked at the man with the buzz cut.

He held up the glass case containing the "Rebel Face" and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Sir, I've retrieved your item from the auction."

Lynn walked over and handed the glass cabinet to the stiff-looking man with the buzz cut.

"Thank you for your generous bid. Now, the item is returned to its rightful owner."

Zenji Shinran stared intently at Lynn, then glanced at the lingering remnants of cursed power at his feet.

That's the scent of the [Ten Shadow Spells].

Can't go wrong.

His hands were trembling.

This is a disgrace.

He was saved by an unidentified outsider who somehow possessed his family's secret techniques, and then the outsider had to return his belongings as if he were doing him a favor...

"you……"

Zenji Shinro gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.

"Where exactly did you... steal this technique from?"

"Stolen?"

Lynn paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"This customer is joking. I got this myself through my own efforts in sourcing it."

"Purchase inventory?!"

These two words are utterly disrespectful to the Zen monastery.

"You bastard!!"

Zenji Shinrō finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Anger overcame reason.

He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at Lynn's throat.

"That's the Zen family's most treasured artifact! You lowly thief! I'll kill you and take back the spell!!"

The surrounding air instantly dropped to freezing point.

The smile on Lynn's face slowly disappeared.

He looked at the knife tip pointing at his throat, then at the other person's self-righteous, arrogant face.

Although he didn't know why the other person had gone crazy, that didn't stop him from being annoyed.

Of course, he never intended to let the other party off the hook from the beginning.

"This guest."

Lynn's voice turned cold, and he tapped his cane lightly on the ground.

"I saved your life and helped you get your things back."

"Not only did you refuse to pay for the rescue, but you also pointed a knife at me?"

Lynn pushed up his glasses, a dangerous glint flashing across the lenses.

Are you really sure you want to do this?

Before he could finish speaking...

The shadow beneath Lynn's feet stirred once more.

This time, it's not a test.

"Then don't blame me for charging you compensation for emotional distress."