Akira knew Kento Nanami meant well. What Kento Nanami did not know was that Akira’s mental age was much higher, and he had long since prepared himself, whether it meant fighting people or taking lives. If he could not cross that line, he would not be standing here, and he would not have entered the Jujutsu World.

  "Not for me. For yourself. In the end, how you turn out has nothing to do with me." Akira kept smiling. If Makoto did not care, there was no need to say it out loud. In such a high-risk job as Jujutsu Sorcerer, a death or two was hardly unusual.

  So you did well, King Nanami Kento, truly well. The only regret was that this reliable adult man had every trait except anything related to Pokémon or trainers. That was probably how people were imperfect, just like Satoru Gojo being outstanding in every way except for his terrible personality.

  "So who are we facing this time. Mr. Gojo did not tell me the details or intelligence of the mission." "As expected. It is him, after all." Kento Nanami’s expression did not change. "This time, our enemy is the Curse User group Q."

  "Makoto really is a name chosen at random." Judging by the dramatic naming style common in Japan, it should have been something like the True Jujutsu Sect.

  "A name is just a code. This Curse User group has a significant background. Do you know Lord Tengen. Their goal is to make Lord Tengen lose control and overturn the entire Jujutsu World." "With such a grand goal, are just the two of us enough."

  "At the organization’s peak, of course not. But ten years ago, Q was destroyed once by that man. This time, it is only a resurgence from the ashes."

  Hearing that, Akira remembered it, the backdrop of that past incident, crushed by the power of two Special Grade figures. Time could bury many things, and it could also bring many things back, like a cycle.

  However, Lord Tengen. Akira narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face was one that Kento Nanami could not read at all.

  “Akira, how much do you know about ‘Black Flash’?”

  Facing a group dressed in white military uniforms with white cloaks and black cloth covering their mouths, people who clearly did not look normal, Kento Nanami asked the question.

  “I only know the most basic concept. Because there is a timing error between the flow of Cursed Energy and physical movement, but when the error is reduced to less than 0.000001 seconds, the high synchronization between the two creates something like spatial distortion, and the power becomes about 2.5 times normal. However…”

  Akira answered without the slightest hesitation. Since he did not inherit Jujutsu, ‘Black Flash’ was his only path to advancement.

  “However, because the time difference is too small and exceeds the limits of human conscious control, no one can activate Black Flash at will.”

  This was also the reason why Akira had never been able to truly grasp it.

  While he was answering, the group that looked more like cosplayers launched an attack on the two intruders.

  They were the targets of this operation, the Curse User Organization Q.

  Half an hour had passed since the meeting at the cafe. After finding one of the enemy’s bases, Kento Nanami dragged Akira straight in without discussion and took the chance to give a live lesson.

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  The members of Q were naturally enraged and pulled out guns and daggers.

  Yes, ordinary guns and daggers that everyone recognized.

  True Jujutsu Sorcerer were a minority in the strict sense. Jujutsu Society had always been short-handed throughout history, and Curse User were no better, so having even a few in one organization was impressive. Most members were combat-trained ordinary people, because when it came to harming humans, Cursed Energy was not required.

  Under the threat of these two symbols of freedom, Kento Nanami remained calm. He casually undid his suit buttons and loosened his tie.

  Then he sidestepped two bullets, snatched away two incoming daggers, and spoke at the same time.

  “Correct answer. Unlike that person, you actually did your homework.”

  “Because I don’t have his kind of capital.”

  Seeing that the reliable adult was hard to deal with, the members of Q turned to the boy who looked easier to handle.

  Unfortunately for them, in close combat alone, Akira was no worse than Kento Nanami. He did not even bother to grab a dagger, knocking down the charging enemies with two punches.

  He then casually used one of them as a human shield and threw him toward the more dangerous gunman. This made Kento Nanami glance over a few extra times.

  The method was correct, and it was exactly what Kento Nanami himself would do. But for Akira to act so decisively at only sixteen made Kento Nanami feel he could not compare.

  Thinking back to how mature the boy had been before, he began to understand why Satoru Gojo felt safe sending Akira out without even assigning an Assistant Supervisor. There was simply no need.

  “You have a very clear understanding. Even though it can’t be used at will, there are still some tricks, and I’ll teach them to you slowly.”

  Kento Nanami clapped his hands and stopped attacking.

  Akira did the same. There were only a little over ten people in the base, and the two of them had already taken down five, including one unlucky guy who failed to dodge the flying human and got pinned. They were moving so fast that there were barely any targets left.

  “Don’t look down on us!!!” someone who looked like a small leader roared.

  He was armed with a gun, and a high-quality rifle at that. With no companions in the way, he could finally spray bullets freely.

  However, Kento Nanami was prepared. He flicked his wrist and threw one of the seized daggers, destroying the rifle barrel, a feat only possible for someone with extremely refined control of Cursed Energy.

  Worthy of a Grade One Jujutsu Sorcerer, he was formidable in every aspect.

  The members of Q finally realized the danger and tried to flee. But when someone attempted to open the back door, they found it sealed, and the windows and every other possible escape route were the same.

  They couldn’t win, couldn’t run, and even their guns were useless. This pushed the members of Q close to despair.

  Kento Nanami paused slightly while throwing the second dagger and looked thoughtfully at Akira, who nodded with a smile.

  Sealing the exits was not due to Kento Nanami’s preparation. It was the work of Akira’s closest partner, Gardevoir.

  Because of her unique nature, she did not appear in front of others. She followed quietly, guarding the outside after Akira broke in and using Psychic Power to block every exit so that no one could escape.

  Makoto was truly an outstanding junior. How long had it been since Jujutsu World produced someone so reliable in personality, conduct, and strength?

  Those with good character lacked strength, and those with enough strength were always problem children.

  “This must be Satoru Gojo’s fault.”

  Muttering the complaint instinctively, Kento Nanami let go of all concerns. He took a deep breath and assumed a fighting stance.

  “Listen carefully, Akira. What you said about the flow of Cursed Energy is actually wrong. Cursed Energy is born from negative emotions and is a manifestation of mental power, not blood or any other bodily fluid. When people first learn to cultivate it, ‘flow’ is used to make it easier to understand and feel, but after reaching a certain level, this becomes an obstacle to further progress.”

  “A limitation of understanding?” Akira realized.

  “Correct. It’s like always opening the water channel before guiding the water. As long as you cling to the idea of flow, your Cursed Energy will never perfectly keep up with your body’s movements, and the final result will be…”

  Kento Nanami threw a punch, sending a member who had already lost the will to fight flying backward into a liquor cabinet.