The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Outside the window is a street scene in Tokyo in 2009. The traffic during rush hour slowly crawls along in the twilight, and pedestrians hurry along, each heading to their own destination.

The last rays of the setting sun slanted in through the window, drawing a clear line of light and shadow between the two.

"The Panxing Sect does not have the strength to fight against sorcerers."

"But when it comes to spending money, I can guarantee that."

After confirming that no crucial information had been missed, Kong Shiyu closed the thin document and turned to the burly man in black beside her.

"How is it, Zen monastery?"

"Asteroid assassination, aren't you going to get involved?"

His gaze fell on the man's profile, awaiting a response.

At first, the man remained unmoved.

Leaning against the window frame, arms crossed over his chest, he exuded a lazy and out-of-place aura.

It wasn't until the surname "Zen Temple" was mentioned that his gaze, which had been focused on the view outside the window, was finally withdrawn.

A smirk played on his lips, revealing an untamed, rugged nature.

"It's no longer a Zen temple; I've become someone's son-in-law."

"Now it's called Fuhei."

Fuheshchen said this while keeping his arms crossed over his chest.

The nonchalant man simply found a spot and sat down, showing no pity whatsoever for the lives lost in the discussion.

In contrast, Kong Shiyu was dressed in a black shirt and trousers, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and his hair was neatly combed.

If an outsider were to see the two talking, they might mistakenly think that some street thug had harassed the man in the suit.

No one would have guessed that these two seemingly unrelated men were discussing an assassination commission that could change the entire landscape of the sorcery world.

In an instant.

Shen Er, who hadn't even raised his eyelids, was taken aback.

That languid air vanished in an instant, completely erased by the chilling aura. His previously empty gaze became sharp as a knife, as if it could pierce through walls.

To see through things beyond the wall.

"Shh, don't speak."

The moment the command was given, Kong Shiyu obediently closed his mouth.

He didn't ask why, nor did he express any objection. He knew very well that the man before him possessed judgment far beyond that of ordinary people.

In this situation, obeying his orders completely is the right and wisest choice.

"There's the aura of a sorcerer."

After a moment of contemplation, he finally locked onto the area outside the wall—a community hidden within normal society, a place that would never be trodden by outsiders.

There was an extra trace of a sorcerer's aura.

Moreover, that aura approached him instantly, and it wasn't until they were separated by only a wall that Shen Er was able to fully detect it.

This indicates that the newcomer has an extremely high level of concealment ability, or rather, that the newcomer's strength is extraordinary, being able to lurk at such close range within the perception range of the Heavenly Emperor and the Tyrant without being detected.

"It's an old man, no..."

Shen Er shook his head, rejecting his first judgment.

"Perhaps an even more unpredictable sorcerer."

"We were just talking about stellar bodies, is this really a coincidence?"

His unusually solemn expression told him that his intuition told him something was amiss beyond the wall.

It seems an extraordinary sorcerer has arrived.

However, what Fukuro was thinking was...

I didn't know that I was here as soon as I landed.

That familiar voice, that familiar scent—it's none other than—

boom!!!

The fist smashed the wall.

Shen Er's movements were as fast as lightning, without the slightest warning.

His right fist clenched tightly, the muscles in his arm tensed to their limit in an instant, carrying immense power and a whistling sound that tore through the air, as he slammed straight into the partition wall.

The bricks shattered like tofu under the impact of the fist.

A large hole, nearly one meter in diameter, appeared in the wall, with jagged edges, revealing uneven steel bars and broken bricks.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel littered the ground, turning the once tidy residential building corridor into a complete mess in an instant.

Am I being paranoid?

Fuheshen looked at the wall he had punched through and lingered in thought.

At such close range, Shen was confident he wouldn't miss. His punches had never missed; this confidence was a truth proven by countless battles.

But this punch did not hit any target.

Outside the wall, where it seemed as if people were standing just moments before, there was no trace whatsoever—no bloodstains, no fragments of clothing, not even a trace of residual curse power.

It's as if nothing has existed here since just now.

"How is it at the Zen temple?"

Kong Shiyu cautiously probed, his gaze shifting back and forth between the large hole in the wall and Shen'er.

Call me Fu Hei.

"Fu...Fu Hei," Kong Shiyu quickly corrected himself.

"Maybe I misjudged it; it was probably just a sorcerer who happened to be passing by."

Even as he savored the punch, he was still wondering why it had missed.

His brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed, as if trying to convince himself to accept the explanation.

He turned around, completely ignoring the open wall, walked back to his original spot, plopped down, and returned to his usual carefree demeanor.

"A vocational college?" Kong Shiyu's professional intuition instantly alerted him.

"I'm not sure, but they're probably not here to investigate."

"Let's continue with that assassination mission."

She even raised her head, her gaze regaining its indifference.

Tell me everything about that girl.

A street corner in Tokyo in 2009.

The two tyrants who had plunged the entire world of sorcery into chaos and bloodshed completed their meeting at this moment.

At the last moment, Fukuhara Yukichi, having transformed into a raw food, summoned the Ten Shadows, who moved at the same speed, and charged out with him, dodging the incoming punch.

He then quickly disappeared into the shadows, erasing all traces of his presence.

Using the Nue to fly to the top of a tall building in the distance, Fukuro stood on the edge of the rooftop, watching the two people who had shrunk into blurry black dots in his field of vision, and watching them talk incessantly.

Fu Hei was fully aware of the content of the conversation.

"Astral matter, Mr. Gojo..."

"And the rope..."

Fu Hei stretched his limbs, making a crisp clicking sound, and slowly walked forward in the familiar direction from his memory.

"In what capacity should I join this year?"

Fukuro looked at his college uniform; disguising himself as a student was probably not going to work.

At that time, even Moth had not become the principal.

Before the old bones of the high-ranking sorcerers, an unrecorded sorcerer suddenly appeared, claiming to come from the future.

They are very likely to see it as a threat.

"Let's just keep our contact with 17-year-old Gojo-sensei privately."

"But if I want to contact Mr. Gojo, what title should I use?"

After a moment of thought, Fu Hei finally found the most suitable identity.

The first modern-day special-grade mage who lives overseas year-round, never shows his face, and is incredibly mysterious to everyone at the college, isn't that the perfect identity for Fu Hei?

"How can you know she's a woman if you've never seen Tsukumo Yuki?"

"Who says that Yuki Kujiro can't be a 17-year-old sea urchin?"

Fu Hei put his hands in his pockets and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Let me borrow the title of Grandmaster Mage one more time."

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(Children, look at what the author of this chapter says: there are big ones.)