"Arrogant!"
Wan was enraged. She leaped from the hospital bed, and ancient, dark Cursed Runes, like tattoos, instantly appeared on her pale skin. Powerful Cursed Energy condensed in her fists and feet, attacking Toho Hiroshi with a shriek that tore through the air!
She used pure, time-tested Ancient Taijutsu and techniques to strengthen herself through Cursed Technique construction.
However, facing this fierce offensive, Toho Hiroshi did not even move his feet.
He simply looked calmly at Wan. Just as her attack was about to land—
"Tsukuyomi."
The pupil of Toho Hiroshi's Rinnegan contracted imperceptibly.
Wan's movements instantly froze. Her eyes became hollow, and her attacking posture solidified in mid-air.
To the outside world, it was only an instant, but in her mental world, she had already endured the torment and crushing pressure of countless cycles of reincarnation.
Inside the space of Tsukuyomi, Toho Hiroshi showed her the insurmountable gulf between them.
Whether it was physical techniques, Cursed Energy, or understanding the rules of the world, she was like a toddling infant facing an existence as immovable as a deity.
Real spacetime resumed its flow.
With a "thump," Wan fell to one knee, gasping for breath, her forehead covered in cold sweat. Her gaze toward Toho Hiroshi was filled with terror, disbelief, and a nearly pathological obsession.
"How is this possible... This power... This absolute strength..."
She murmured to herself. Immediately, a pathological flush appeared on her face, and her eyes became intensely hot. "I understand... I have been sleeping until now just to wait for your appearance!"
She stood up, hostility gone. Instead, she looked at Toho Hiroshi with the fervor of a pilgrim witnessing a miracle. "You are different! Different from all the trash in this era! You are the only man worthy of me,'!"
She pointed at Toho Hiroshi, her voice trembling with excitement. "I've decided! I will marry you! Only a powerhouse like you is qualified to be my husband."
This sudden declaration left Fushiguro Megumi, who had just recovered his breath, dumbfounded. He even forgot his anger, finding the situation utterly absurd.
Toho Hiroshi's expression, however, remained unchanged. Ignoring Wan's passionate declaration, he turned to Fushiguro Megumi and stated flatly, "As you can see, Tsumiki's soul is completely suppressed by 'Wan'."
"Conventional means cannot separate or expel her without harming your sister's soul."
Fushiguro Megumi's heart sank. "Then... what should we do?"
Toho Hiroshi's gaze was profound, his Rinnegan seemingly reflecting the landscape of another world. "Only the 'Infinite Tsukuyomi.' In that eternal dreamscape dominated by me, I can easily distinguish and strip away 'Wan's' soul imprint, allowing Tsumiki's soul to regain freedom and awaken safely. That is the only way to perfectly save your sister."
Fushiguro Megumi was struck as if by lightning, freezing in place. Infinite Tsukuyomi? The plan to drag everyone into an eternal dream and deny the real world?
The only hope for saving his sister had to be built upon the "happiness" of all mankind? How could he choose?
Toho Hiroshi quietly watched Fushiguro Megumi, who was caught in a fierce internal struggle, waiting for his reaction.
Of course, he did not reveal the whole truth.
With his ability to control the Rinnegan and various Forbidden Cursed Techniques, it wasn't impossible to attempt to strip away 'Wan's' soul using other methods. But he deliberately concealed this, framing the "Infinite Tsukuyomi" as the sole, perfect solution.
He simply wanted to see what choice this young man—who inherited the Zenin Family bloodline but chose in his heart to become a "good person"—would make between the life of his closest relative and his belief in protecting the real world.
This was a test of Fushiguro Megumi's will, and a cross-examination of the "correctness" he believed in.
"Infinite Tsukuyomi..."
Fushiguro Megumi repeated the phrase, clenching his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.
He looked at his sister, whose body was occupied on the hospital bed, then thought of his companions, and this world—cruel, yet real.
What would his choice be?
Meanwhile, Wan, standing nearby, was still immersed in her fervent obsession with Toho Hiroshi. She seemed completely unconcerned that she had just been instantly defeated, nor did she care about Tsumiki's fate, only staring infatuatedly at Toho Hiroshi.
At a moment unnoticed by anyone, the corner of Toho Hiroshi's mouth curved into a subtle, almost imperceptible arc.
Fushiguro Megumi's chest heaved violently, and sweat dripped down his temples.
The only sounds left in the ward were the regular beeping of the instruments and Wan's hot, undisguised heavy breathing.
The two sounds intertwined, like the drumming of a battle between heaven and man within his heart.
"I..."
Fushiguro Megumi's voice was as dry as sandpaper, as he stared intently at the face that belonged to his sister but was occupied by another soul.
He could not make a decision immediately.
Trade the "reality" of the entire world for the awakening of his sister alone?
The price was so heavy it suffocated him.
But stand by and watch his sister's soul be devoured and annihilated? He couldn't do that either.
Fushiguro Megumi's chest heaved violently, and sweat dripped down his temples.
The only sounds left in the ward were the regular beeping of the instruments and Wan's hot, undisguised heavy breathing.
The two sounds intertwined, like the drumming of a battle between heaven and man within his heart.
"I..."
Fushiguro Megumi's voice was as dry as sandpaper, as he stared intently at the face that belonged to his sister but was occupied by another soul.
He could not make a decision immediately. Trade the "reality" of the entire world for the awakening of his sister alone?
The price was so heavy it suffocated him.
But stand by and watch his sister's soul be devoured and annihilated? He couldn't do that either.
The immense conflict and pain were tearing him apart.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and looked up at Toho Hiroshi, his eyes filled with struggle and determination. "Dongfang... I need time."
His voice was low and hoarse. "This choice... concerns my sister, but it also concerns everyone. I cannot... I cannot decide rashly right now."
He clenched his fists, his knuckles white from the effort. "Before I make my decision, please... you must guarantee the safety of my sister's soul."
This was the only thing he could fight for right now, and his only request.
Toho Hiroshi watched Fushiguro Megumi quietly. He was not surprised by his hesitation; in fact, it was exactly what he wanted to see—the seed of doubt had been sown.
He nodded slightly, his tone flat. "Very well. I will give you time to think. But before that..."
His gaze shifted to Wan, whose eyes were still blazing with fervor. "'Wan's' consciousness has awakened. She won't stay here quietly."
"Leaving her unchecked will only bring danger to Tsumiki's body and the people around her."
Hearing this, Wan was not angered but grew even more excited. She quickly interjected, "Exactly! This body is too weak. I need to adapt, and even more, I need to... follow by your side!"
She looked at Toho Hiroshi, her eyes shining with a light bordering on religious faith. "Take me with you! Wherever you go, I will go! As for the soul of this body's original owner..."
She glanced at Fushiguro Megumi with a hint of condescending arrogance. "If you promise to find me a stronger body, one worthy of me, to serve as a 'dowry' at the appropriate time, I will temporarily guarantee not to completely devour her, keeping her in this state of slumber. How about that?"
For her, this was a huge "concession," made solely so she could remain by Toho Hiroshi's side.
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