"So, Zenin? Are you going to take this commission?"
On a tall building not far from Satoru Gojo and the other two, Kong Shiyu was trying hard to persuade Toji Fushiguro to join the operation.
It was all because the Star Religious Cult was paying handsomely.
Even Kong Shiyu, who only took a small cut from the middle, could make a fortune.
Therefore, Kong Shiyu was particularly attentive to this Sorcerer Killer, whom he usually avoided.
After all, the Star Religious Cult truly had no ability to fight powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers.
The people in their cult were good at deceiving rich people with their fake divine acts, but if they were made to face the Six Eyes, they'd be nothing but fodder.
"The Star Religious Cult is quite generous," Kong Shiyu continued to tempt him.
"I'm not Zenin."
"Hm?"
Toji Fushiguro's words stunned Kong Shiyu, who began to frantically ponder the meaning of those words in his mind.
"I've married into the family. I'm Fūhaku now."
Toji Fushiguro lifted his slipper-clad foot and scratched an itch.
At this moment, Toji Fushiguro gave off a feeling of returning to simplicity, like the Evil God of the Fiery Cloud.
If you were to drop Toji Fushiguro into a crowd, it would be hard to imagine that this was the Calamity of Heaven who once wreaked havoc on one of the Three Great Families.
So that's it. I'd heard from Toji before that he disliked the Zenin family. Was his retirement these past few years because he got married?
Kong Shiyu felt he understood why the Sorcerer Killer had retired in recent years.
It was just that his guess was slightly off.
While Toji Fushiguro's distancing from Black Market Commissions had family reasons, it was more because the Sugar Mama was too appealing.
He could get tons of money without doing anything. Wasn't that much better than the constant fighting in the underworld?
"Interesting. I'll take this commission."
Just as Kong Shiyu was thinking about how to persuade him further, Toji Fushiguro spoke first.
Kong Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the client had said that other Curse Users didn't matter; they had to have Toji Fushiguro accept the commission for them to get paid.
"When can I get the deposit?"
"Anytime. The Star Religious Cult is being quite generous this time."
As he spoke, Kong Shiyu took out a card from his pocket.
"You don't need to give it to me yet."
"Hm?"
Kong Shiyu's hand stopped in mid-air.
"Use this deposit to post a commission. The target is that Star Plasma Vessel. Alive or dead, and try to let as many Curse Users know about it as possible."
"...You plan to outsource the commission?"
Kong Shiyu was speechless.
After all his effort in finding Curse Users and figuring out how to persuade Toji Fushiguro, he only earned tens of millions. And this guy, Toji Fushiguro, was going to earn more than ten times that just by outsourcing the task?
"No, the person the Six Eyes wants to protect isn't someone those weaklings can touch."
"Then why are you..."
"Set the commission time for 40 hours. Don't mention anything about the Star Plasma Vessel in the task description; just say it's a normal person."
Before Kong Shiyu could finish, Toji Fushiguro interrupted him.
40 hours? Conceal the identity of the Star Plasma Vessel?
Kong Shiyu felt like he understood something.
"I get it, I'll do it right..."
Kong Shiyu looked up, about to reply, only to find that Toji Fushiguro had already left.
"This guy, as expected, he doesn't want to see anyone anywhere except at work or in hell."
Kong Shiyu scratched his head helplessly and began to post the new commission on the dark web.
At this moment, in the shadows of the stairwell, Toji Fushiguro, who was heading downstairs, had a creepy, perverted smile on his face.
Don't disappoint me.
The experience of being rejected by the Jujutsu World since childhood was like a thorn deeply embedded in Toji Fushiguro's heart.
Now was the time to trample on the dignity of those arrogant Jujutsu Sorcerers.
When the Divine Child, who changed the Jujutsu World from the moment of birth, dies by the hands of this monkey they look down upon, what kind of expressions will those old geezers wear?
I can't wait.
At this moment, the Calamity of Heaven, who hadn't drawn his sword in years, bared his deadly fangs like a Mighty Lion awakening from its slumber.
...
Beep, beep.
On a congested highway, countless drivers impatiently honked their horns.
Click.
The car door opened, and the Assistant Supervisor, who had just gotten out to check the situation, returned to the vehicle.
"What's the situation up ahead?"
Heroic Spirit Emiya asked first.
"Mr. Emiya, a large truck overturned ahead, completely blocking the road. They're working on clearing it."
So, they're just stalling for time.
This was already the second unexpected incident on the way to the mission.
The first was a landslide on a certain section of the road.
At that time, Heroic Spirit Emiya got out and helped other drivers push aside most of the rocks, clearing a path for traffic.
This time, they had gone as far as to block the road with a large truck.
While Emiya could have dealt with the previous landslide, he couldn't do anything about this one.
After all, people would just be amazed by his strength if he pushed away large rocks.
At most, they'd give him a few nicknames.
Like a once-in-a-century strongman.
Or the Heisei era's Raiden Emon.
Or the King of Muscles.
But being able to push a large truck by himself couldn't be explained by mere strength.
"I'll head on ahead. We'll meet in Nagasaki."
After speaking, Heroic Spirit Emiya, who was in the back seat, spiritualized and disappeared.
"Wait, Mr. Emiya..."
The Assistant Supervisor driving looked back, only to find Heroic Spirit Emiya already gone.
There was only one reason Heroic Spirit Emiya dared to do this.
The Island Nation was small.
With a Heroic Spirit's power, crossing mountains and traversing land was no difficult feat.
Furthermore, in this situation, traveling on foot would clearly be much faster than driving, given the constant "accidents."
A few hours later, Heroic Spirit Emiya arrived at the mission rendezvous point.
"What's the situation?"
Heroic Spirit Emiya, having dispelled his spiritualization, appeared beside a man responsible for cordoning off the accident scene.
"Huh?"
The man was startled by Heroic Spirit Emiya's sudden appearance.
After carefully confirming that Heroic Spirit Emiya was the powerful reinforcement with Special Grade strength designated by the Jujutsu Headquarters, the man's face lit up with joy.
"Hello, Mr. Emiya. I'm Tanaka, the Assistant Supervisor in charge of the scene lockdown. I'll report the situation to you now."
Heroic Spirit Emiya nodded.
Judging by the man's joyful and relieved expression, he wasn't working with the people who had been stalling for time earlier.
"There are currently three Curse Users and one Special Grade Cursed Spirit inside the temple. The hostages are not in danger at the moment."
The Assistant Supervisor took out a blue folder and opened it.
"One of these three is a very active Curse User recently, with strength roughly equivalent to a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer. The Jujutsu Headquarters has no records for the other two, so they are likely Curse Users who have been operating in secret."
The Assistant Supervisor handed several photos to Heroic Spirit Emiya.
They were candid shots of the Curse Users taken from various angles by personnel at the scene.
Similar photos had been sent to the Jujutsu Headquarters previously to gather information on Curse Users.
"Additionally, we have identified the true identity of the Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the temple."
After saying this, the Assistant Supervisor looked up and spoke in a heavy tone.
"Special Grade Cursed Spirit - Kishimojin."
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