But that's what the battlefield was like. Real martial arts didn't value external beauty, but how to quickly kill someone.
Perhaps cursed spirits didn't have these weaknesses, but the enemies of jujutsu sorcerers weren't just cursed spirits born from curses, but also humans who were also jujutsu sorcerers.
Different gangs had different beliefs, and differences in interests would arise between the two, and where there were differences, there would naturally be conflicts.
Anyway, the more the better. Skills don't weigh you down, and Yuuki wouldn't refuse anything that he could copy with the Sharingan.
Time flowed slowly, and Ito Shuuichi was sweating at this moment. Every time he swung his fist, it was mixed with a lot of sweat.
Even though his breathing had become rapid, the fist he swung was still steady.
His eyes were so tired…
Yuuki wasn't feeling well at this moment either. The sunglasses blocked part of his vision, making it more difficult to use the Sharingan than usual.
What was worse was that his brain needed to be patched.
This was the so-called suffering and happiness.
Learning new knowledge made his brain excited, but the heavy burden made him unable to bear it.
He felt nauseous and uncomfortable, and the world in front of him seemed to be spinning. He felt so sick, his eyes hurt so much, and he couldn't learn anymore.
Unknowingly, red blood flowed from the corners of his eyes under the sunglasses. Ito Shuuichi noticed Yuuki's abnormality, and stopped his movements.
The blood ran across Yuuki's face and dripped on the ground, and Ito Shuuichi shouted in surprise: "Are you okay!?"
"I'm okay…"
Yuuki closed the Sharingan, lowered his head panting heavily, and the sunglasses fell to the ground because of the sweat.
The blood flowing from the corners of his eyes had also stained his entire face red along with the sweat.
"What do you mean you're okay, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Ito Shuuichi was also a little flustered at this moment.
It was the first time he had encountered someone who made their eyes bleed from learning martial arts, and he didn't know what to do at this moment.
"Shuuichi-sensei, please get me a towel, I'll be fine after I rest for a while."
"Oh, okay, you wait a moment. Don't die, I'll call an ambulance."
Ito Shuuichi also reacted, quickly took out his phone from his pocket, and then ran to the corner to pick up the towel he used to wipe his sweat after training.
Although it was used to wipe sweat, he would wash it every time he used it, so he wasn't worried about it infecting his wounds.
"No, really, there's no need. This is a common occurrence, there's no need to call an ambulance."
Yuuki quickly stopped him. Anyway, he had encountered this situation as soon as he had transmigrated.
It should have been because he had just awakened his powers and overused his eyes at the time, and it was the same now.
"…"
"Really no need?"
Ito Shuuichi's right hand, which was dialing the phone, was also a little hesitant at this moment.
After all, no matter how he looked at it, this kid Yuuki wouldn't joke around with his body, after all, he was slippery to the core.
The more this kind of person was, the more they would put their life first.
"It's really not needed, just give me the towel, I've remembered everything I just saw, and I can spar after I rest for a while. It's just that I can't learn anything else."
"You've learned it?"
Ito Shuuichi handed over the towel, and looked at Yuuki with disbelief. If someone else said that they had remembered almost everything after just one look, he definitely wouldn't believe it.
After all, the attacks between each move were complicated, and you had to know how to adapt to the situation.
But this kid… it was possible, after all, it was too mysterious.
After wiping the sweat from his face, Yuuki tried to open his painful eyes, but he failed every time. He didn't know why, but he could feel that these eyes seemed to be saturated.
It wasn't the kind of saturation that was filled with cursed energy, but the eyes seemed to have reached their limit.
Although he didn't know what would happen if he broke through the limit, he just felt that he had reached the limit.
Perhaps something would happen the next time he used his eyes to the limit, or perhaps nothing would happen, and then he would go blind.
After all, ordinary eyes couldn't withstand this kind of bleeding, and the Sharingan might also be ruined.
He had to be careful when using it.
If his eyes went blind, then he would be like Gojo Satoru. He would wear a black bandage, and he would wear a white bandage.
He could see the road, and he could locate sounds, and the people in the community would call them:
The Black and White Devils!
After all, he could have white hair and a black belt, and he could have black hair and a white belt.
It made sense! Although he couldn't open his eyes in a short period of time, he could still move his body.
Yuuki bent over in Ito Shuuichi's curious gaze and groped on the ground for a while, picked up the fallen sunglasses and put them on the table, and slowly got up and took a few steps forward.
Then, in his shocked eyes, Yuuki swung his body, although he could clearly feel that the punches he threw were weak, the posture was standard.
It was understandable that his punches were weak, after all, he looked so weak just now.
It was already amazing that he could move, not to mention that the posture was so standard, as if it had been copied.
Had he really learned everything?
As time passed, the more Ito Shuuichi looked, the more incredible he felt.
From beginning to end, it was as if he had copied and pasted it, and he had displayed everything perfectly.
His body was also becoming more and more powerful.
He couldn't help but admire his perversion in his heart.
He said that bleeding from his eyes was a common occurrence, and even though his body was weak, he had to hurry up and familiarize himself with the memories in his mind.
Why was this slippery person working so hard?
It seemed that he, who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years, couldn't fathom his unique thoughts.
The only thing he could do at this moment was to teach him well. If he had been called a freak by his master in the past, then he was a monster.
A genuine… monster.
…
The figure in his mind was swinging his body quickly, and Yuuki was imitating it like he was drawing a gourd.
He had always believed in his heart that he could only live peacefully if he was strong, and he could only develop quickly if he worked harder than others, time waits for no one.
His eyes were much better, but he still couldn't open them, but they weren't as painful as before.
The cursed energy that was flowing out of his body was also slowly recovering with the negative emotion of pain. Although the amount was small, it was enough.
His weak body was gradually recovering with the blessing of cursed energy.
There were few moves left in his mind, and although those moves were complicated, they emphasized the three words, steady, accurate, and ruthless.
However, learning those moves could give you more responsive moves, and both were indispensable.
You couldn't be soft-handed if you had moves, and you couldn't be ruthless if you didn't have moves.
Even if you learned a martial art, you might die if you hesitated even once on the ever-changing battlefield, and those with cruel hearts would only have a dead end if they didn't learn martial arts.
Of course, those who surrendered to the enemy quickly were the exception, provided that you had value.
As the last move in his mind fell, Yuuki also stopped. He took a deep breath, and gently opened his eyes, looking at this familiar world in front of him.
He didn't know why, but the fear that existed in his heart had dissipated at this moment.
He was afraid of losing the light, and losing these eyes. If that was the case, then all of his efforts would seem so mediocre.
A world without light was desolate, as if he was walking in the abyss of fear, being watched by those ubiquitous cursed spirits.
This feeling made Yuuki feel uncomfortable all over. "Are your eyes really okay?"
Ito Shuuichi stared intently at Yuuki's eyes, after all, he had bled so much just now, and it would be a lie if he said he wasn't worried.
"Don't worry, Shuuichi-sensei, my eyes are fine. Do you want to spar?"
Yuuki smiled slightly, although this smile made his face look pale, and he couldn't hide the fatigue in his eyes, he still pretended that nothing had happened.
This rascal, did he really think his body was made of iron?
Ito Shuuichi frowned, turned around and walked towards the training dummy, and waved his hand and urged, "No sparring. If you don't pass the test tomorrow, I won't teach you anymore in the future, hurry up and go back to sleep."
"This…" Yuuki pursed his lips. He seemed to want to test his strength at this moment even more, but his master clearly saw that he was very tired at this moment, and didn't want to fight.
Helplessly, he said, "Okay, I understand, Shuuichi-sensei."
"If you understand, then go back, don't disturb my training."
After Ito Shuuichi shouted, he began to beat the training dummy in front of him, and the echoing sound of "clang clang clang" reverberated in this room.
Yuuki glanced at it and left directly.
Although he had learned a lot tonight, he still felt a little regret.
After all, training without practical combat was all empty, and practical combat was the only standard for testing strength, and was also the fastest path to growth.
If the conditions allowed, Yuuki could even learn for a day without eating or drinking, as long as his eyes could withstand it, and he and his teacher would have to have a death match.
But he couldn't help it that he had been sent back, so he would just leave it at that for today.
"Ding ling ling…"
The alarm clock on the bedside rang, Yuuki slowly opened his eyes, turned off the alarm clock on the bedside, and got up and looked at the faint light that was seeping in from the gaps in the curtains. His eyes seemed to reveal confusion.
The familiar ringtone, but this didn't seem to be his room… "Slap!"
A sudden sound reverberated in the room, and Yuuki covered his face and complained, "That's enough. I was so engrossed in training that I forgot that I wasn't at Jujutsu High at this moment, and I was on a protection mission."
After waking himself up, he picked up the backpack that was placed in the corner. It not only contained cursed tools, but also his clothes.
He changed his clothes, simply washed up, and left directly. It was around 5:40 at this moment, which was a good opportunity for a morning run.
Of course, he could also learn something from the other security guards.
No matter how powerful they were, everyone had a different understanding of martial arts, and he could also learn something from it.
Only in this way could he ensure that he was getting stronger every moment. That was what it meant to not refuse anyone.
Faced with this powerful cursed spirit, Yuuki could only do this at this moment.
The permanent increase of 100 cursed energy was a qualitative change for him, and he could cast one more Fireball Technique, or he could make the Sharingan last longer.
Not to mention the 15 points, if he gave up on this mission, then he would be condemned by heaven and earth, and he would have lived in vain in this life!
He pushed open the villa door, and said to the two people who were standing guard, "Good morning."
The two turned around and looked over. When they saw that it was Vice-Captain Yuuki, they saluted and said, "Good morning, Vice-Captain Yuuki."
"Good. By the way, where's Captain Shuuichi?"
"The captain is on patrol, Vice-Captain, are you going to find the captain to spar?"
The other person interjected, "Vice-Captain, what did you learn from the captain last night? Can you teach us?"
"Want to learn?"
Yuuki asked with interest.
"Of course."
The two were eager to learn the captain's martial arts, even if it was just a little bit. After all, the level here was determined by strength.
As long as they learned a little bit, they might be able to wrestle with Murata Masaichi. After all, he was still the vice-captain after Yuuki left.
The position of vice-captain was the highest honor in the team, as for why it wasn't the captain… he couldn't beat him, he was too fierce, and it felt like they weren't even from the same world.
"I won't teach you."
After Yuuki finished speaking, he waved his hand and left, leaving the two with disappointed expressions.
He was joking. If you wanted to learn something, then apply for a one-on-one duel and beat him.
No one would envy you no matter how much you learned if you could beat him, after all, you could beat him!
Might makes right, this sentence is eternally unchanged. Whether it was cultivating immortality, or a future metropolis, only those with strong power would be respected.
He wasn't some great philanthropist, your captain wouldn't teach you, so you expected him, this temporary vice-captain, to teach you?
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