Chapter 50: Hope? Justice? Miracle?
What state should the soul fundamentally be in?
The vast majority of people in the world, including Sorcerers and Jujutsu Sorcerers, would probably be unable to give a relatively objective answer.
Although Emiya certainly believed that the soul existed, the idea that the soul could determine the state of the flesh...
As far as he knew, only the so-called "Third Magic" could achieve an influence on reality by materializing the soul.
Yet, the Cursed Spirit in front of him told Emiya that his technique was to touch the soul and change its form, thereby affecting the existence of the physical body.
It was utterly unheard of.
Did this mean that even if his body were cut in half, as long as his soul wasn't harmed, this guy could still restore his body by restoring the shape of his soul?
It sounded like this was on a completely different level from a normal fighting style.
And because of the technique, Emiya absolutely couldn't be touched by this guy during the fight; otherwise, he didn't understand what a soul-level offense and defense battle would be like.
There was no doubt that the Cursed Spirit standing in front of Emiya now was definitely Special Grade or higher.
Maintaining a constant state of alert, Emiya's eyes continuously scanned the other party's suture-filled body, attempting to find any weakness or flaw.
Yet, just at this moment, the Cursed Spirit spoke again.
"Emiya-kun, humans actually don't have a 'heart'.
Humans have a soul, but they don't have a 'heart.' They are two completely different things.
They imagine things they can't see to be far too magical. But I, who am the only one who can see the structure of the soul and change the form of a creature by touching the soul, understand that joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure are merely products of soul metabolism. It's a stretch to call such things the 'heart.'
The soul, just like the body, is nothing special; it just exists here."
Saying this, the Cursed Spirit even showed a slight sigh on his face, as if regretting it.
"The so-called right and wrong are just humans restricting themselves with meaningless things. In fact, all human souls are similar. A soul won't become purer because that person is good, nor will it become polluted because they are bad.
So, do you understand? Life has no value or weight. Just as water flows between heaven and earth, life is just circulating in a cycle.
You and I are the same, meaningless and worthless. Precisely because of this, we can do whatever we want!"
He should have been a Cursed Spirit born not long ago, yet he seemed to have formed a very complete outlook on life and values. The notion that because everything is meaningless, one must be unscrupulous in doing evil is a truly twisted ideology.
Saying that, he hasn't exactly sacrificed all of his own meaninglessness, has he?
Even if the Cursed Spirit spoke eloquently, Emiya was completely unmoved, instead his resolve to kill this guy grew stronger.
A Cursed Spirit with intelligence and a determination to act recklessly is far more dangerous than one that merely acts on instinct.
Upon realizing that Emiya wasn't listening to his ideology at all, Mahito's hand, which had been raised due to his increasing excitement, slowly dropped.
"What a pity. I thought if it was you, you'd surely be able to understand me.
After all, your soul is different from everyone else's... It's very special.
Even the most powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers' souls are just more structurally stable. But yours is different from everyone else's.
The soul should be a meaningless substance, something so murky that only impurities overflow from it... but your soul emits a weak, yet enticing, light...
Hope? Justice? Miracle?
What kind of light is that exactly? I'm genuinely curious! So curious, extremely curious!!"
He was like a child who had found a new toy, or perhaps just a manic psychopath.
He twistedly gripped his wrist, his entire body trembling with excitement.
"If I can thoroughly study your soul, my Cursed Technique will surely undergo a decisive evolution... Don't worry, I won't ruin a soul as important as yours.
How about it? Will you come over to my side?"
He asked this, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips as if he had spotted a delicious meal.
"Ah, of course..."
Emiya suddenly relaxed his alert stance.
Then, the moment the other party also started to relax, he unhesitatingly threw the weapons in his hands, letting Kanshou and Bakuya cross in a spinning motion in mid-air to attack the opponent.
"Of course, I must mercilessly kill a disgusting creature like you!!!"
"Trace On!"
Emiya had never personally killed any human up until this point; he hadn't gone through that kind of growth.
Originally, when facing this Cursed Spirit whose appearance was almost identical to a human's, Emiya should have felt some restraint. But for some unknown reason, he felt no discomfort now; he only wanted to personally kill this Cursed Spirit who had harmed so many people.
"What? You're not even running away, but coming straight at me?
Then you have to be careful not to be touched by my hands!"
As he spoke, Mahito covered his hands with the surging Cursed Energy from his body, and likewise crossed them over his chest, reaching out for the flying blades.
Bang—!
A sound like colliding steel rang out, but ultimately, Mahito's palm was still severed by half by the high-speed spinning blades.
Not giving him a moment to hesitate, Emiya had also rushed forward at this point, raising the sharp blade in his hand high—
"You guy, you really never learn your lesson!"
Using Cursed Energy to counter the married swords that have an exorcism effect was inherently a completely wrong move.
Boom!
Although it was only a simple slash, Emiya's body reinforcement forcefully gave it the momentum of a giant sword cleaving down.
The blade met the ground without resistance, splashing water everywhere, and the opponent's body was naturally slashed with a gash running from head to waist.
Splash—Splash—Splash—
Before the water droplets could fall, Emiya wielded the twin swords at an extremely high speed, delivering dozens of precise cuts. The light of the blades even left visible marks on the wall several meters away.
Then, he followed up with a fierce kick to the opponent's chest, sending the disgusting Cursed Spirit flying dozens of meters into the wall.
A Crash!!
The violent impact stirred up countless falling rubble and dust, almost burying the guy's body.
"Huh, what the...?"
However, after a moment, he crawled out from the pile of rubble, supported his body, which was damaged with dozens of hollow cracks like a rag doll, and stood up.
Those wounds were even being sewn up and healing at an extremely fast rate with threads.
"You... are strong!"
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