The brave Simmel wants to resign

The only way to neutralize such a large amount of metal is...

(It's not that he got stronger, but....)

Am I getting weaker?

Wan stared at his hands in disbelief.

Even with her soul, she couldn't completely suppress 'Tsumiki's' will?

"Is the output of magical power being suppressed at an infinitely low level?"

"hehe...."

"Hehehehehehehe!"

Wan opened his mouth wide in an exaggerated manner and laughed unrestrainedly without any restraint.

"This can be considered a kind of love, right, Tsumiki? Not bad! You know about love too!"

Ancient sorcerers automatically acquire the physical information of the modern recipient after receiving a physical body. Therefore, Mana also has the memories of all the time that Tsumiki and Fushiguro spent together.

"but....."

However, she ultimately scoffed at it.

"It pales in comparison to my love."

Wan directly used liquid metal to create a slide under his feet, then crossed Fu Hei and planned to chase after Hu Zhang.

"Oh no!"

(We can't let her pass!)

Fu Hei could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything about it.

(It's not worth risking one's will to contend with Tiger Staff and Sukuna.)

(Since that's the case—)

Hands, clenched into fists.

This time—

Those gestures.

no doubt!

The awakening of the spell clearly caused a change in the expressions of Rime and Wan.

Wan suddenly turned around.

This time, her expression changed completely when she looked at Fu Hei.

"you....--!!"

The liquid metal, which had just been overwhelming in number, shot straight toward Fu Heimen with incredible speed, like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath.

She's going to kill him!

Right now!

The cursed power rising from Fukuro's body was truly ominous!

This speed—far faster than the speed at which Fuhei chants incantations.

Pupils widened in that instant, before Fu Hei could even react.

Everything will come to an end...

This is how it should be.

"Hi~ That's all."

Until that being entered the battlefield.

boom!

A sharp, grating sound as wind pressure sliced ​​through metal, followed by the deafening blast of a gunshot that echoed through the sky.

Due to the huge pressure difference, Fukuro Megumi was pushed to the ground by the wind and waves, and in front of him stood a burly figure.

"That Gojo Satoru guy—he must have been properly instructed, right? I never expected that someone like him would have a backup plan."

"They're so cautious it's disgusting!"

With a single slash, he sliced ​​through the massive wave of metal; with a single shot, he struck Rime's raised right hand, which he had been raising to use the spell again, piercing through his palm.

"Even if they're dead, they'll be dragged out to work..."

"This is a one-time offer."

A husky, deep, and magnetic voice.

White, loose-fitting jogger pants.

The jet-black bodysuit outlined the exceptionally robust and muscular curves of his body.

The man stepped to the side, meeting the gazes of the two powerful figures.

That is...

Fukuro: "You! You are!—"

"Don't use those 'you, you, you' sounds. Didn't your father teach you to speak politely?"

Fuhe Shener raised his arm, twisted his neck, looked up at Wan Heli Mei whose expression was uncertain, and then, with a twitch of his eyes, he himself was amused.

"Oh, it seems there isn't one."

Chapter 176 [Memories of a loving father and a filial son]

[The 'Demon' who suddenly appeared on the battlefield]

He has no magical power whatsoever.

Yet it can create a sense of oppression.

Even Wan briefly shifted his attention to Fuheshen'er.

"Fu Hei!!! Shen Er!!!"

Rime immediately showed an expression of disgust and called out the other person's name.

Back then, after the shrine maiden Ushio summoned the other party, the other party stole eight fingers, which was a great achievement. However, after regaining consciousness, the other party immediately severely injured Rime.

He had been looking for an opportunity to retaliate against such a great humiliation!

Upon hearing this name, Fushiguro Megumi was visibly shaken.

(What about Fu Hei...?)

Before my eyes, a face that should have been unfamiliar suddenly overlapped with a long-forgotten outline.

(Could it be...?)

"Hey, stop acting out these nonsensical, melodramatic scenes."

Wan couldn't hold back any longer.

"In the end, it's just a few more weirdos—I don't want that brat named Itadori to get away!"

The wings formed by the liquid metal behind Wan grew larger.

"I'm going after that brat! Give me Su Nuo's finger!"

Rimei was silent for a moment, fiddled with something behind her back, and then handed a box to Wan, who immediately showed a delighted expression.

"Yosh!! When Sukuna wakes up! I'm definitely going to make him reward me for what happened! Ah! I guess we should go on a date after all!!~~~"

Wan hummed an off-key tune and began to rise into the sky. Fuhei was extremely anxious, but he knew that his shikigami's movement speed was definitely not as fast as the opponent's.

To protect the Japanese dung, there is only one way—

"Hey! You! Was it Gojo-sensei who asked you to come here?!" Fushiguro tried to negotiate with Jin, "Go protect Itadori!"

however--

"Huh? I won't do that."

He even cleaned his ears, completely unconcerned.

"What do I care about other people's lives? I never promised Gojo Satoru that I would help them."

"Then what are you doing here?!" Fu Hei broke down.

Shen Er didn't say anything.

But then the words of that damn blindfolded badminton player flashed through my mind.

There might be danger over there, Hui!

[These are turbulent times, aren't they? You've already managed to survive, so instead of wasting your precious cursed tools and skills on me, why don't you fulfill the duties you haven't done yet? You scumbag! You're going to get NTR'd by Mr. Gojou Satoru!]

Stop rambling.

"I won't go," Shen Er said calmly.

(Ultimately, this wasn't really a 'resurrection' anyway; resisting this spell is incredibly troublesome—after helping you kill this sorcerer, you're planning to die yourself.)

(Unfulfilled responsibilities and such... I've long since stopped caring about that kind of thing.)

(Only at the very end—)

Please!!!

Fu Hei gritted his teeth, his face full of struggle.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his brows were furrowed.

After struggling for a while, he stiffly twitched his lips and opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Please... Father!"

"!!!!!!"

Fuheishen froze, turned his head sharply to look at Fuhei, then turned back as if he had been electrocuted, pretending he hadn't seen him.