The brave Simmel wants to resign

The curse master made a threatening gesture with his hand and angrily rebuked the three people in front of him.

"Hey! All of you, get back! Drop your weapons, or I'll kill this guy—Ughhhhh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Maki, Panda, and Tiger Staff exchanged glances. Some drew their swords, while others picked up anything they could throw from the ground and immediately hurled their weapons at each other, causing the curse master to clutch his head in agony.

"Are you all crazy! Isn't this guy your partner?!"

"Didn't you say to throw the weapon away?!"

"We didn't tell you to throw the hostages at them!"

The curse master was enraged, swatting away the objects thrown by the group, and was about to continue his taunts.

Okay, that's enough for now~

Ugh!

A tremendous force came from behind, and the curse master lunged forward, his nose, which was already bleeding from the blow from the tiger staff, once again making intimate contact with the ground.

He landed face-up and barely managed to stop by using his knees to brake.

Gojo Satoru jumped down from the railing.

"What do you think of this guy? Shouldn't a normal person be terrified and beg for my mercy when they see me?" Gojo Satoru asked the students.

"No normal person would do this, and this must be a curse master who has only recently arrived in Tokyo."

Maki explained.

"I see. So it might be related to the recent surge in the number of curse masters?"

The five points were understood.

After kicking the curse master's butt a couple more times, the curse master, who was about to get up, lunged forward again and angrily slammed his face into the concrete ground.

Five points were confirmed using the "six eyes" method.

"Is the technique about using shikigami to harvest human skin and then applying it to oneself to change one's appearance...? It's useful, but it's not a combat technique—hey, hey, hey, speak up and spill all the information you know."

Ugh!

With his nose almost completely broken, blood flowing incessantly, and his front teeth knocked out, the curse master finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The shikigami launched an attack on Gojo Satoru with a whistling sound, but the needle and thread froze just before touching Gojo Satoru.

Although the curse master took the opportunity to widen the distance again, his expression changed drastically.

"what?!"

This technique...

"Could it be...?"

"That's right, it's Gojo Satoru-sama."

Gojo Satoru's reputation has grown louder year by year. At first, Gojo enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped, but now he's almost tired of it.

So he raised his finger.

Point your fingertip at the curse caster.

"Okay~ If you don't say anything within the next three seconds, I'll beat you up."

"What!" The curse master was shocked.

"one----"

Damn it!

A brainstorming session for the Cursed One.

(What should I do? Should I tell everyone about the Shio-rai Shrine Maiden?!)

(But that would be breaking the rules of the underworld... But if I don't speak in front of Gojo Satoru...)

(And if there are people within the college responsible for interrogation—)

boom!

(Um?)

Cursed Master: "Hmm?"

The sound came from both the heart and the mouth at the same time.

Before he could even figure it out, he was punched in the side of the face, his head instantly flattened in half, and then he was sent flying uncontrollably like a spinning top.

boom! boom! boom!

His body bounced between floors several times before finally falling into a corner.

The sorcerers standing nearby were also stunned.

Uruga was the first to complain, "Where are two and three?! I only heard one!"

"I don't recognize those numbers."

Gojo Satoru grinned and made a peace sign.

"A man only needs to know 'one' to survive!"

"Who told you to say those cool lines! We finally managed to catch you!"

"Yeah, you idiot Satoru! What about the intelligence?!"

Panda and Maki didn't tolerate it and immediately kicked him. Although they couldn't hit Gojo Satoru, their intentions were conveyed.

Haha~ It's okay, right?

Gojo Satoru still has that sunny and cheerful boyish look.

"Regarding the recent surge in curse casters, it seems Simmel has uncovered quite a bit. He's already gone there... so—"

Maki: "Oh, then everything's alright."

Panda: "Simmel? Then it's alright."

Wu Tiao: "Hey, you two reacted too quickly. This gap in trust is making me a little uncomfortable."

Five strabismus lines.

"Hirohito wouldn't do that, would he?"

"No....."

The Japanese knotweed scratched its head.

"After all, she is Teacher Simmel."

"Why is it always the same plot?!"

Gojo was furious.

Chapter 136. Rivals can only be rivals; they can't be anything else!

【Okutama Town】

This is the outskirts of Tokyo, filled with deep mountains and dense forests.

Far from any human habitation and shrouded in mist year-round, it is also recognized as an inauspicious and gloomy place in Japan.

It has been said since ancient times to be a place where yin energy gathers.

The more feared a creature is, the more likely it is to be born as a cursed spirit.

For ordinary people, it's something to be avoided at all costs, but for sorcerers or curse masters who are capable of protecting themselves, things are completely different.

In fact, the Liben government has discovered traces related to the Harmony Cult in this area more than once, and the funders and backers behind them in this world... are almost all capable curse masters.

A compromise made to avoid the strongest modern-day Gojo Satoru.

but...

As long as they don't end up in the gutter of the countryside, they are ultimately rats of the city, able to feast on glamorous food, but also subject to the corresponding risks.

Specifically, it means...

[Buzz!! Buzz!! Ring ring ring——————]

"What happened?!"

Deep in the mountains, shrouded in mist, and surrounded by traditional Japanese architecture.

It is shaped like an ancient temple, with thick and solid pillars and a stone courtyard paved with bluestone.

This is the headquarters of the Harmony Cult, which has a total of 300 people. It's an inconspicuous corner of the cult, but today it seems to have welcomed uninvited guests, as the alarm bells have been ringing non-stop since just now.

Da da da.

A bald man walked briskly along a wooden corridor, his hands tucked into the pockets of his kimono.

"What are you doing! All this chaos! What if you disturb the priestess?!"

The group, whose words were filled with faith, planned to run towards the main gate of the stronghold.

Boom! Boom!

Before we even reached our destination, the vibrations under our feet nearly caused us to fall.

Fear and panic.

Having been far from the city for so long, and protected by inhuman forces, they have developed a fundamental logic in their minds that 'they will not be punished'.

But now.

As more powerful and irrational violence descends, fear belatedly creeps into the chest.

Then, an impulse compelled them to look up.

Look up at the sky.

The trembling of the body caused the image to shake, and even the light seemed to flicker. In the zoomed-out field of vision, the outline of a man could be vaguely seen.

Blue hair dancing in the wind.