Chapter 49: Instant Kill of Zen'in Naoya
Zen'in Naobito laughed heartily and stepped forward, "Hahaha, an honored guest has arrived. My subordinates don't know the rules; please excuse them, Lord Dongfang."
Naobito's voice was loud and carried a certain air of the martial world, "I am Zen'in Naobito, the current head of the Zenin Family. You must be the recently renowned Toho Hiroshi, right? Truly, heroes are born in youth. Please, come in!"
The suffocating Cursed Energy pressure around Toho Hiroshi quietly receded, as if it had never appeared.
He nodded slightly, his tone remaining indifferent, "Head of the Zenin Family, let's skip the pleasantries. I have come here today for only one matter."
He looked straight at Naobito and got straight to the point, "I want to redeem the 'indenture contract' of Fushiguro Megumi from the Zenin Family."
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the Zenin Family changed slightly.
Especially Zen'in Naoya, whose eyes instantly ignited with anger and disdain. He was about to speak but was stopped by a look from Naobito.
Naobito stroked his beard, his small eyes flashing with shrewd light, "Oh? For that son with 'Heavenly Restriction'? As far as I know, Fushiguro Toji had already'sold' him to the Zenin Family. Lord Dongfang wants to redeem him now, but this rule..."
"Name your price."
Toho Hiroshi was concise.
Naobito looked at Toho Hiroshi's bottomless eyes, his thoughts racing.
The strength of the young man before him was unfathomable; rumors even said he could rival Satoru Gojo, who had mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique.
Offending such a powerful person with infinite potential for the sake of a brat with an uncertain future who was distant from the family was by no means a wise move.
Moreover, Satoru Gojo seemed to be involved in this matter as well.
He laughed heartily, appearing extremely magnanimous, "Hahaha, Lord Toho is straightforward. Since that is the case, I won't beat around the bush. My Zenin Family is not short on money. Let that one billion yen be considered a gesture of goodwill between us; no need to mention it again."
This statement caused the clansmen behind him, including Naoya, to show expressions of surprise and disapproval.
One billion yen was not a small amount.
Naobito changed the subject, lowering his voice so only the two of them could hear, "However, I do have a small condition, or rather... a proposal regarding the future of that child, Fushiguro Megumi."
Toho Hiroshi's eyes flickered, signaling him to continue.
"Fushiguro Megumi has the blood of my Zenin Family flowing in his veins, and his father, Fushiguro Toji, was a member of the Zenin Family."
Naobito said slowly, "According to my observations, it is highly likely that he will awaken our Zenin Family's ancestral top-tier Cursed Technique—the Ten Shadows Technique. If one day in the future, he truly awakens this technique..."
Naobito looked at Toho Hiroshi with burning eyes, "I hope he can return to the Zenin Family and succeed as the next head of the family."
This condition was unexpected for Toho Hiroshi, yet also within expectations.
The Zenin Family valued bloodline, but valued powerful Cursed Techniques even more.
The heir to the Ten Shadows Technique was indeed qualified to compete for the position of family head.
Toho Hiroshi pondered for a moment.
This was not a mandatory requirement; the premise was that Megumi could awaken the technique. Moreover, becoming the head of one of The Big Three Families might not be a bad path for Megumi; at the very least, he would gain vast resources and power.
The final choice would still rest in Fushiguro Megumi's own hands.
"Very well."
Toho Hiroshi nodded, "If he awakens the Ten Shadows Technique in the future and voluntarily returns, I will not stop him. But if he is unwilling, no one is to force him."
"It's a deal!"
A smile appeared on Naobito's face, looking very satisfied. He patted Toho Hiroshi on the shoulder, saying half-jokingly and half-seriously, "The matter is settled. It is truly astonishing that Lord Dongfang has such strength and courage at such a young age. I wonder if you are married? My Zenin Family has many excellent women, perhaps..."
"I appreciate the Head's kindness."
Toho Hiroshi refused indifferently, "This matter is concluded; it is inconvenient for me to stay longer. Farewell."
After speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.
The matter had gone unexpectedly smoothly, and he still had to hurry to find Geto Suguru.
However, just as he turned, a voice suppressing anger and unwillingness suddenly rang out:
"Stop!"
Zen'in Naoya stepped out and blocked Toho Hiroshi's path. His face was full of arrogance and suspicion as he stared fixedly at Toho Hiroshi, "Just leaving like this? I don't believe it! That man... how could Fushiguro Toji possibly lose to a guy like you!"
"Some Special Grade Sorcerer, who knows if you used some underhanded methods, or if it was just bragging! If you want to take something from the Zenin Family, you'll have to get past me first!"
Naobito frowned, "Naoya, stand down! Do not be rude!"
But Naoya was clearly blinded by jealousy and his distorted worship of Fushiguro Toji, so he couldn't listen at all.
He took an offensive stance, and Cursed Energy began to surge, "Let me test your mettle! To see if you are a worthy Special Grade!"
Toho Hiroshi stopped, not even fully turning around; he just tilted his head slightly and glanced at Zen'in Naoya out of the corner of his eye.
The moment their eyes met—
All of Zen'in Naoya's movements, all his Cursed Energy, and all his clamoring came to an abrupt halt.
His body stiffened suddenly in place, his pupils dilated rapidly, losing all focus.
Veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. In his perception and mental world, it was as if countless blood-red Magatama were spinning crazily, dragging him into an abyss of boundless fear and painful illusions.
He saw himself being torn apart by countless sharp blades, saw the back of Fushiguro Toji leaving coldly, and saw everything he was proud of collapsing before his eyes...
"Urgh... ah..."
Meaningless gasping sounds came from his throat, and his body began to tremble violently.
Finally, his legs gave way, and with a "thud," he collapsed to his knees, his eyes hollow as if he had lost his soul, leaving only physiological trembling.
Instant kill!
No one even saw Toho Hiroshi make any move; it was just a single glance.
The entire Zenin Family entrance was deathly silent.
All the Zenin clansmen who might have originally harbored doubts or contempt for Toho Hiroshi were now like people doused with ice water, chilled from head to toe.
They looked in horror at Naoya, who was collapsed on the ground, soul-lost, and then looked at the black-haired young man who remained calm and indifferent, their eyes filled with unprecedented awe and fear.
Is this... the strength of a Special Grade Sorcerer?
Standing in the distance, Maki Zen'in clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.
She looked at Toho Hiroshi's back, which was not particularly broad yet seemed capable of supporting the entire sky, her eyes flashing with incredibly complex light—there was shock, longing, a trace of unwillingness, but more than that, a spark called "hope" was quietly ignited.
So, when power reaches its zenith, it really can ignore decaying rules and make the entire Zenin Family bow before it.
And beside her, Zen'in Mai subconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes full of horror, her body trembling slightly, subconsciously shrinking behind her sister.
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