"How about it, Zenin? This request, are you taking it?"
Not far from Gojo Satoru and the other two, Koshiu was trying to persuade Toji to join the operation.
No other reason, Star Religion offered too much.
Even Koshiu, who could only take a small commission, would make a huge profit.
Therefore, Koshiu paid extra attention to this Jujutsu Sorcerer Killer, whom he usually preferred not to deal with.
After all, Star Religion truly lacked the ability to fight powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers.
Those people in their religion were good at pretending to be gods and ghosts to swindle rich people, but if they were to face the Six Eyes, they would just be asking for trouble.
"Star Religion is very generous with their offers, you know."
Koshiu continued to tempt him.
"It's not Zenin."
"Hmm?"
Toji's words stunned Koshiu, who began to rapidly ponder the meaning of those few words.
"I married into the family; now I'm Fushiguro."
Toji lifted his slipper-clad foot to scratch an itch.
At this moment, Toji gave off a feeling of returning to simplicity, much like the Evil God of Fire Cloud.
If Toji were thrown into a crowd, it would be truly hard to imagine that this was the Heavenly Restriction who once caused a ruckus in one of The Big Three Families.
'So that's it. I heard Toji say before that he hated the Zenin, so his retirement these past few years was because he got married?'
Koshiu felt he knew why the Jujutsu Sorcerer Killer had retired these past few years.
It was just that his guess was slightly off.
While family factors contributed to Toji's distance from black market requests, it was more because rich women were too appealing.
Getting a lot of money without having to do anything—wasn't that much better than fighting and killing in the Jianghu?
"Interesting. I'll take this request."
Just as Koshiu was thinking about how to persuade him next, Toji spoke first.
Koshiu breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the client had said that other Curse Users didn't matter; he would only get paid if Toji accepted the request.
"When can the deposit arrive?"
"Anytime. Star Religion is being quite generous this time."
Saying this, Koshiu pulled a card from his pocket.
"No need to give it to me yet."
"Hmm?"
Koshiu's hand stopped mid-air.
"Use this deposit to post a request. The target is that star plasma vessel. Life or death doesn't matter. Try to let as many Curse Users as possible know."
"...You plan to outsource the request?"
Koshiu was a bit speechless.
He had been busy for a long time, looking for Curse Users and figuring out how to persuade Toji, only to earn a few tens of millions.
This Toji guy directly outsourced the mission and earned more than ten times what he did?
"No, the person Gojo Satoru wants to protect isn't someone those small fry can touch."
"Then why would you..."
"Let's set the request time for 40 hours. There's no need to mention the star plasma vessel in the mission; just say it's an ordinary person in the request."
Before Koshiu could finish speaking, Toji interrupted him.
40 hours? Concealing the identity of the star plasma vessel?
Koshiu felt as if he understood something.
"I understand. I'll go..."
Koshiu looked up, ready to reply, but found that Toji had already left.
"This guy, sure enough, he doesn't want to be seen anywhere except for work and Hell."
Koshiu scratched his head helplessly and began to post a new request on the dark web.
At this moment, in the shadows of the stairwell, Toji, who was going downstairs, showed a chillingly twisted smile on his face.
'Don't disappoint me.'
His experience of being rejected by the Jujutsu World since childhood was like a thorn deeply embedded in Toji's heart.
Now was the time to trample on the dignity of those arrogant Jujutsu Sorcerers.
When the divine child, whose birth changed the Jujutsu World, died at the hands of this monkey they looked down upon, what expressions would those old geezers wear?
He truly looked forward to it.
At this moment, the Heavenly Restriction, who had sheathed his blade for years, revealed his deadly fangs like a lion awakening from slumber... Beep, beep, beep.
On a congested road, countless drivers were anxiously honking their horns.
Click.
The sound of a door opening. The Assistant Supervisor, who had just gotten out to check the situation, returned to the car.
"What's the situation up ahead?"
Heroic Spirit Emiya spoke first.
"Heroic Spirit Emiya-sama, a large truck ahead has overturned, and the road is currently blocked and being cleared."
Was it indeed a delay tactic?
This was the second unexpected incident on the way to the mission.
The first time, there was a landslide on a section of the road.
At that time, Heroic Spirit Emiya got out and, along with other drivers, pushed aside most of the rocks, clearing a passable road.
This time, a large truck was used directly to block the road.
If Heroic Spirit Emiya could have intervened with the previous landslide, he couldn't this time.
After all, if you can push aside large rocks, people would just marvel at your strength.
At most, they'd give you a few nicknames.
Like a once-in-a-century strongman.
Raiden Tameemon of the Heisei era.
Or the Great Muscle King.
But being able to move a large truck alone couldn't be explained by mere strength.
"I'll go ahead. We'll meet in Nagasaki then."
After saying that, Heroic Spirit Emiya, in the back seat, spiritualized and disappeared.
"Wait, Emiya-san..."
The driving Assistant Supervisor looked back and found that Heroic Spirit Emiya had already vanished.
There was only one reason Heroic Spirit Emiya dared to do this.
Japan is small enough.
With the power of a Heroic Spirit, crossing mountains and rivers was no problem.
Moreover, under these circumstances, traveling by himself was clearly much faster than driving, which kept encountering "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 a powerful reinforcement designated by Jujutsu Headquarters, possessing Special Grade strength, the man's face showed a joyful expression.
"Hello, Heroic Spirit Emiya-sama, I am Assistant Supervisor Tanaka, in charge of the scene's lockdown. I will report the situation to you now."
Heroic Spirit Emiya nodded.
From the joyful and relieved expression of this Assistant Supervisor, it seemed he was not part of the group that had been causing various delays earlier.
"Currently, there are three Curse Users and one Special Grade Cursed Spirit in the Temple. The hostages are not in immediate danger."
The Assistant Supervisor took out a blue folder and opened it.
"Among these three, one is a very active Curse User recently, with strength comparable to a Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerer. Jujutsu Headquarters has no information on the other two; they should be Curse Users who usually operate covertly."
The Assistant Supervisor handed several photos to Heroic Spirit Emiya.
They were candid photos of the Curse Users taken from various angles by personnel on site.
Similar photos had also been sent to Jujutsu Headquarters for gathering 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 solemn tone.
"Special Grade Cursed Spirit: Kishimojin."