Chapter 79: Chibaku Tensei
Her Starfall Coffin began to shake violently, and cracks appeared in the spatial barrier. The domain showed signs of being forcibly torn apart and disintegrated from within.
"Even my domain can be... Is this the power of the Rinnegan?"
Yuki Tsukumo gritted her teeth, trying to regain control of the domain and imbue the newly formed celestial body with mass to crush it.
But Toho Hiroshi's figure had already vanished from his original spot. The next moment, like a ghost, he pierced through the chaotic energy flow and appeared not far in front of her.
He ignored the collapsing domain around him, his Rinnegan gazing at her indifferently.
"The rule of mass you pride yourself on seems utterly insignificant before the mighty power of creating stars."
He did not continue to attack, merely stating calmly.
"Do you want to continue, Yuki Tsukumo? The backlash from a shattered domain is not a pleasant taste."
Yuki Tsukumo looked at the increasingly out-of-control domain before her, feeling the immense gravitational pull emanating from that "Chibaku Tensei" which made her soul tremble, and then looked at Toho Hiroshi's eyes, which seemed to contain reincarnation and were unfathomably deep.
The fighting spirit on her body receded like a tide, and finally, she dispersed the crumbling domain.
The dark red space dissipated like shattered glass, and the two returned to the mountain forest under the moonlight, except that in the middle, there was a giant stone sphere suspended in mid-air, emitting a faint gravitational pull.
Yuki Tsukumo let out a long breath. Far from being defeated, her face showed a look of relief and extreme excitement.
"Enough, I've seen enough."
She tossed her golden ponytail, her gaze burning as she looked at Toho Hiroshi.
"Possessing such power indeed qualifies you to talk about 'reshaping the world.' Your eye of the moon plan, I..."
She paused, her smile becoming meaningful.
"Akatsuki, right? Sounds like an organization that won't be boring."
Toho Hiroshi also slowly retracted the power of his Rinnegan, and the stone sphere in the air gradually dissipated.
He nodded: "Welcome to join."
He did not remove his mask, but merely extended his hand.
"Next, we need to find more like-minded 'companions.'"
Yuki Tsukumo grasped his hand, feeling the unfathomable power like an abyss emanating from his palm, and smiled: "It seems this world is really going to become interesting."
Yuki Tsukumo released his hand, but her wild and curious eyes remained fixed on Toho Hiroshi's swirl mask, as if trying to burn through it.
She suddenly tilted her head, a smile blooming on her face, carrying a hint of cunning and an undeniable quality.
"I say, leader of the Akatsuki."
She lightly tapped her cheek with her finger, "Between partners, there should always be some sincerity, right? It's so awkward always talking through a mask. Let me see your face, okay? I need to know what my real collaborator looks like, don't I?"
Toho Hiroshi was silent for a moment.
The expression beneath the mask was unknown, but the cold sense of distance around him seemed to subtly loosen.
He did not refuse this seemingly abrupt request, but slowly raised his hand, his fingers hooking the edge of the mask.
As the swirl mask was gently removed, the face Yuki Tsukumo had seen in a top-secret archival photo at Jujutsu High clearly entered her sight.
However, the photo and the real person were worlds apart.
The Toho Hiroshi in the archives had sharp, calm eyes, with the unique sharpness and aloofness of a young genius.
But the face before her, though still handsome and well-defined, had skin that seemed to take on the texture of cold white jade due to a qualitative change in power.
The most fundamental difference lay in his eyes—the right eye was deep as night, and even though the Rinnegan's patterns had receded from the left eye, the faint purple ripples shimmering deep within its pupil, and an ultimate indifference and majesty that seemed to pierce through life and death and see through the essence of the world, were something no photo could convey.
He stood there, without needing to speak, and a complex aura naturally emanated from him, a mix of heavy past, cold resolve, and unfathomable power.
This aura, for an existence like Yuki Tsukumo who pursued power and the extraordinary, was as fatally attractive as a magnet.
Yuki Tsukumo was slightly stunned, an imperceptible flash of admiration and deeper interest appearing in her eyes.
She crossed her arms, her fingertips lightly tapping her elbow, her smile becoming bolder and more direct.
"Hmm... definitely more exciting than in the photos."
She commented without reservation, then once again threw out the question that had been bothering her, her tone playful yet earnestly probing: "So, Mr. Toho, can you answer me now? What kind of woman do you like, exactly?"
She even leaned in closer, lowering her voice, with an almost provocative directness: "Also, are you... single right now? Could it be... are you still a virgin?"
"..."
Toho Hiroshi's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
Although his heart was as hard as iron and his goals clear at this moment, essentially, when it came to such extremely private, direct, and almost reckless emotional topics, especially after the complex and ineffable farewell with Shoko, a corner deep within him still retained the instinctive reaction of a youth.
A very faint blush uncontrollably crept up his cold white earlobes. Although his facial expression still strenuously maintained an icy calm, the subtle fluctuations that flashed in his deep eyes did not completely escape Yuki Tsukumo's keen observation.
This subtle shyness beneath his forced composure, in stark contrast to the god-like power and ruthlessness he had previously displayed, made him seem even more interesting.
Just as Toho Hiroshi's lips moved slightly, seemingly unsure how to deal with this rapid-fire barrage of questions beyond his usual scope, a lazy, smiling female voice came from the shadows of the nearby forest, timely breaking the delicate stalemate.
"Oh my, Yuki, asking such private questions as soon as you meet will scare our newly appointed 'defector' Mr."
Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels tapping on the ground, Mei Mei slowly walked out.
She was still in her smart suit, her silver-white hair flowing with a cool luster under the moonlight, and the crow on her shoulder rolled its blood-red eyes, landing on Toho Hiroshi.
"And..."
Mei Mei walked closer, her gaze sweeping over Toho Hiroshi's earlobes, which had not completely lost their trace of unnaturalness, and a playful smile curved her lips, "It's impolite to inquire about others' privacy."
Yuki Tsukumo raised an eyebrow when she saw Mei Mei, seemingly unsurprised by her appearance: "Mei Mei? Why did you follow? Are you also interested in this 'Akatsuki' founder?"
Mei Mei did not directly answer Yuki Tsukumo, but first looked at Toho Hiroshi and bowed elegantly: "It seems I arrived just in time. Mr. Toho, or rather... 'Akatsuki' Lord. The commotion at Kyoto Jujutsu High has subsided. Principal Gakuganji and Mr. Kusakabe only suffered mild concussions and are fine. Your leniency will likely make it easier to resolve subsequent 'misunderstandings.'"
Her words both indicated that she knew everything that had just happened and hinted that she was willing to play a role in mediating or controlling information.
Toho Hiroshi had quickly returned to his normal state, the ripples in his eyes settling, becoming that unfathomably deep abyss once more.
He nodded slightly at Mei Mei: "Thank you for your trouble."
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