Jujutsu Kaisen: I Made Sukuna Owe 100 Million Yen

Three days later, Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Specialized School of Jujutsu.

On an autumn afternoon, sunlight filtered through the leaves and spilled onto the empty training field.

The second-year students seemed to have gone on a mission; in the vast field, only one figure was sweating profusely.

Fukuro Megumi.

He formed a mudra with his hands, and beside him were two jade dogs, one black and one white.

Ever since the Eighty-Eight Bridges incident opened up the incomplete domain, he has been trying to grasp that feeling and perfect the domain.

"Not enough...not stable enough..."

Fukuro Megumi, panting heavily, released the spell and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Just as he was about to buy a bottle of water from the vending machine, a strong sense of malice appeared without warning at the entrance to the college's barrier.

"Who?!"

Fukuro Megumi turned around abruptly, his body tensing, and the two jade dogs instantly went into battle mode, emitting low growls.

"Oh my, isn't this Huijun?"

A slow, sarcastic male voice with a heavy Kansai accent came through.

Under the torii gate of the training ground stood a young man dressed in a casual kimono with short, blond-streaked hair.

With his hands tucked into his sleeves and a half-smile on his face, he was sizing up Fushiguro Megumi with the same look he gave a stray dog.

"What a pathetic sight. Despite inheriting the best techniques of the Zen family, he's stuck in this rural school playing house."

The man casually strode into the arena.

"The Zen temple...how righteous..."

Fushiguro Megumi gritted her teeth and uttered the name.

As the illegitimate son of the Zen family, he naturally knew who this man was.

The eldest son of a Zen family, a special first-class sorcerer.

That awful man whose personality became extremely twisted after being traumatized by Shen'er.

"What? You don't even greet your brother?"

Naoya stopped ten meters away from Fushiguro Megumi, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"I've heard... there's an outsider named Lynn who not only knows ten types of shadow magic, but he knows them even better than you, the rightful heir?"

Naoya chuckled, his tone turning cold:

"And then there's Maki, who seems a bit confused about her place lately, doesn't she?"

"Call them over."

A commanding tone.

Fushiguro Megumi's eyes were filled with disgust.

"Why should I do what you say?"

Swish!

There was no warning whatsoever.

Fushiguro Megumi only felt a blur before her eyes, and Naoya's figure vanished into thin air.

[Projection Spell].

One second is divided into 24 frames, with preset motion paths.

Fushiguro Megumi instinctively wanted to summon the giant serpent for defense, but he hadn't finished forming the hand seals yet.

"Too slow."

The voice seemed to come directly from right next to my ear.

"Bang!!!"

Fushiguro felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, as if she had been hit by a speeding truck. She was sent flying backward and crashed heavily against the wall of the training ground.

"Cough..."

Fushiguro Megumi spat out a mouthful of blood. Just as she was about to struggle to stand up, she found that her body seemed to be out of her control.

"That's the difference between you and a genius."

Naoya appeared in front of Fushiguro Megumi, looking down at him, and raised his foot to stomp on Fushiguro Megumi's face without any politeness.

"Ugh..." Fushiguro Megumi tried to resist, but the difference in physical skills made it impossible for him to break free.

"Tell me, where is that thief named Lynn?"

Naoya pressed down hard on Fushiguro Megumi's cheek, his eyes filled with cruelty.

"Xinlang and his gang of trash say he's strong... but in my opinion, the only ones who can hang out with such trash are just slightly stronger monkeys."

"Where is he? Tell him to come out here."

"If you don't come out..."

A murderous glint flashed in Naoya's eyes as he raised his other foot, aiming it at Fushiguro Megumi's arm.

"I'll cripple your hands that are used for hand seals first. They're useless anyway, aren't they?"

This kick contained terrifying curse power. If it landed squarely, Fushiguro Megumi's hand bones would definitely suffer a comminuted fracture, or even be permanently disabled.

"Da, da, da."

A rhythmic, crisp sound of a cane striking the ground suddenly came from the entrance.

"Young Master Naoya, although the college doesn't charge admission, beating up my 'partner' at will will incur an extra fee."

Naoya's foot stopped in mid-air.

He slowly turned his head.

The man in the bespoke suit and gold-rimmed glasses was walking slowly from under the shade of the tree, leaning on a cane called the "Golden Law."

He wore a gentle, professional smile and held a "bill" in his hand.

"You're Lynn?"

Naoya withdrew his foot, turned around, and squinted at the man who had terrified Shinro.

Aside from his good looks, he didn't exude any of the imposing aura of a powerful person.

"He just looks like an ordinary pretty boy."

"That is indeed me."

Lynn pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping over Fukuro Megumi's blood-covered face. A barely perceptible glint of coldness flashed in his eyes, but his tone remained as warm as a spring breeze.

"Welcome to the High Commissioner's Office of the 8th Exchange."

"However, you have to pay off your debt first."

"Your subordinates should have told you that due to their rude behavior towards me, my store suffered losses, the price of which is..."

"One billion yen."

Lynn shook the bill in her hand.

Cash or card?

Naoya paused for a second.

Then he burst into arrogant laughter, laughing so hard he was doubled over, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Hahahaha! A billion? You stupid pig!"

"It seems Xinlang was right, you really are a madman."

Naoya's laughter stopped abruptly.

The next second, his figure vanished into thin air.

Projection spell.

He didn't really disappear; rather, he moved at an extreme speed, leaving dozens of afterimages on Lynn's retina.

Divide one second into twenty-four frames, and perform corresponding actions according to the preset actions without violating the laws of physics.

The extreme speed generated by this left many sorcerers helpless.

Overall, this is definitely a very underhanded technique.

You can't hit them, you can't escape them, and if you get hit, you'll be severely controlled.

"Since you love money so much, then bring your bills..."

The sound seemed to come from all directions at the same time, accompanied by a sonic boom that seemed to tear through the air.

"Go collect it in hell!!"

Naoya's palm, carrying the immense kinetic energy accumulated in that instant, aimed straight for Lynn's heart!

This strike, if it touches, will freeze Lynn for a second.

In that one second, Naoya could kill him ten times over.

Faced with this deadly attack, Lynn neither dodged nor formed hand seals to summon a shikigami.

A slight smile curved the corners of his mouth.

"They're here."

Just as Naoya's fingers were about to touch Lynn's suit button.

A layer of transparent, water-like liquid magic instantly covered Lynn's entire body.

[Expansion of Fields]