Chapter 65: Slaughtering the Jujutsu Higher-Ups
Shock, fear, and anger permeated the air.
Soon, Toho Hiroshi was summoned to The Higher-Ups' council chamber. The atmosphere in the ancient hall was oppressive, with layers of screens behind which sat numerous shadowy, grim-faced Higher-Up elders.
The air was filled with the stale scent of ink and an unpleasant Cursed Energy pressure.
"Toho Hiroshi!"
An old and stern voice rang out from behind the main screen, "Through 'The Window' it has been finally confirmed that Special Grade Sorcerer Geto Suguru has indeed defected, and last night, committed the heinous act of massacring XX Village! The evidence is conclusive; his sins are unforgivable!"
From behind a screen on the other side, a sharp voice interjected, full of accusation: "According to reports, you were present at the scene! Why couldn't you stop him? Why did you let the tiger return to the mountains? Are you involved in Geto Suguru's defection?"
The accusations rained down like hail.
Toho Hiroshi stood tall and expressionless, listening as if the sharp interrogations were mere whispers in the wind.
Only when the voices paused did he slowly speak, his voice calm and unwavering: "Whether I am involved, you can judge for yourselves. As for why I didn't act, I don't need to explain it to you."
His attitude enraged The Higher-Ups.
"Arrogant!"
The old voice roared, "Toho Hiroshi, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're a Special Grade! Don't forget, all the honor you possess now was bestowed by Jujutsu High."
"Geto Suguru's betrayal is a disaster for the entire Jujutsu World! You must take responsibility for this!"
The sharp voice spoke again, with a chilling undertone: "Now, in the name of The Higher-Ups, we issue you the highest directive: effective immediately, track down the traitor Geto Suguru, and once found, kill him without mercy!"
"Use his blood to wash away the shame of Jujutsu High! This is also your chance to atone for your sins!"
"Kill him without mercy?"
Toho Hiroshi repeated the four words, then suddenly let out a light laugh.
The laughter was soft, yet it was exceptionally clear and jarring in the oppressive council chamber, carrying undisguised sarcasm. "What are you laughing at?"
The elder angrily demanded.
"I'm laughing at you..."
Toho Hiroshi raised his eyes, and in his deep black left eye, it instantly transformed into a cold eye with a faint purple Rinnegan pattern. An indescribable, god-like pressure suddenly descended, making all the figures behind the screens stiffen! "...Are you even worthy?"
Before his words finished, everyone felt a blur before their eyes!
Clang—
A gorgeous, breathtakingly fast scarlet blade light, faster than the eye could follow, erupted like a lightning bolt tearing through the air in the council chamber.
Crack—Boom!
The expensive screens, fortified with multiple Barriers, that stood before The Higher-Up elders were sliced and shattered like paper.
Wood chips and paper fragments flew. After the blade sliced through the screens, the contained sharp Cursed Energy did not dissipate but transformed into an invisible impact, striking hard at the blurry figures behind, forcing them into a flurry of panicked gasps and commotion.
The council chamber fell into dead silence.
The Higher-Up elders, who had been sitting behind the screens, priding themselves on controlling everything, were now exposed to the cold air, their faces filled with horror, indignation, and an undeniable trace of fear.
Their clothes were disheveled, some even knocked off balance by the aftermath of that slash, appearing utterly pathetic.
The screens, fortified with multiple Barriers, were as good as nothing before this person.
Toho Hiroshi held the scarlet blade, its blood-red spectral light flowing along the blade, reflecting the purple Rinnegan in his left eye, emitting a suffocating pressure.
He stood there, no longer the Special Grade Sorcerer who needed to explain his actions to them, but more like a judge descended to the mortal realm, holding sway over life and death.
"You... you dare!"
An elder with white hair and beard trembled, pointing a finger at Toho Hiroshi, too enraged to speak a complete sentence.
"Arrogant fool! Are you trying to make an enemy of the entire Jujutsu World?"
Another voice shrieked, unable to conceal the hollowness behind its bluster.
"Make an enemy of the entire Jujutsu World?"
Toho Hiroshi slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying a soul-piercing coldness, "No, I merely wish to make an enemy of you rotten flesh who hollow out the foundations of the Jujutsu World, who only hide behind the scenes playing power games, and who treat young Jujutsu Sorcerers as consumables."
His Rinnegan in his left eye indifferently swept over every figure present, who were all on high alert, as if scrutinizing a pile of lifeless objects.
"Geto Suguru's defection is a tragedy. But did you not contribute to the soil that bred this tragedy? Endless missions, a distorted evaluation system, contradictory policies that are extremely biased towards Non-Sorcerers yet also extremely contemptuous of them, and your dirty methods that would stifle any potential threat to maintain your own power."
"You constantly claim to be for the stability of the Jujutsu World, but your very existence is the greatest instability. Your existence will only lead to more 'Geto Sugurus' appearing, causing more young Jujutsu Sorcerers like Haibara and Nanami to sacrifice themselves in vain."
When Haibara and Nanami were mentioned, a faint ripple flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by a deeper coldness.
"The future of the Jujutsu World does not need your meddling."
As his words fell, Toho Hiroshi moved.
There was no earth-shattering commotion, only a dance of death executed at extreme speed.
His figure vanished from his spot like a ghost.
The next moment, a gorgeous blade light, like a sigh from the underworld, flashed across the neck of an elder who had just gathered Cursed Energy and was attempting to activate a Cursed Technique.
Pfft—
A head flew, still bearing expressions of astonishment and disbelief, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ancient floor.
"First one."
Toho Hiroshi's cold voice rang out amidst the scent of blood.
"Stop him! Quickly activate the Barrier! Kill him!"
The elders completely panicked, screaming and cursing as various Cursed Techniques hastily lit up.
However, under the vision of the Rinnegan, their Cursed Energy flow, Cursed Technique composition, and even their next intentions were as clear as palm lines.
Whoosh!
A scorching flame Cursed Technique shot towards where he had just stood, but only hit empty air.
"Explosive Wind Dance"
Toho Hiroshi's figure appeared behind another elder as if teleporting. His right eye released Kamui, and a flame spat from his mouth, twisting space to form an unavoidable fiery tornado that instantly engulfed the elder.
Ahhh!
A tragic shriek rang out.
That elder's body collapsed and shattered instantly, like dust blown by a hurricane.
A charred corpse, still burning with flames, broke free from the fire, but before it could catch its breath, Toho Hiroshi had already closed in, the scarlet blade in his hand drawing a magnificent arc, effortlessly severing its head.
Swoosh—
The scarlet blade contracted, and the scalding head burst like a watermelon.
Next, it was the turn of the next elder, whose head was also severed.
Toho Hiroshi's figure was like a phantom, almost in the blink of an eye, he had cut off the heads of two elders.
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