On a Whim
To give every child a perfect childhood.
The practical exchange phase among the younger generation of the Three Great Royal Families had ended—and Mirai participated personally.
Using only one hand, relying purely on physical skill, he beat the arrogant little brats into pig-faced pulp.
No healing allowed.
Even Satoru Gojo was no exception.
Everything was under the guidance of prodigy Yukino, with her fists and encouraging gaze.
She adored him deeply.
Mirai would never forget it.
Since That Day
Bullies among the children and the future head of the household—Mirai.
How to stop a child from crying had now become a shared topic across the three major families.
It was like a spooky folktale in the world of sorcerers.
Eventually, the grand exchange banquet between the Big Three came to a satisfying conclusion.
The Zen Temple family was officially led by Mirai.
And thus, the "Ten Shadow Technique: Mushiro" was born.
The youngest Special Grade Sorcerer in history had arrived!
The news, fanned by a few well-placed hands, quickly spread across the magical world like wildfire!
A single spark ignited a thousand waves!
The impact was massive. The momentum tremendous. The implications deeper than even the birth of the Six-Eyes Child!
Because—
One merely symbolized "unrivaled potential."
The other? Was a living embodiment of the word "invincible."
The superiority was crystal clear!
In the cursed master's underground black market,
The bounty board showed one name at the very top:
Mirai Zen'in.
And the bounty?
Two. Billion. Dollars!
The amount was so outrageous, no one dared touch it. Some even ignored it entirely—it was like one more glance might cause you to explode from pressure!
For a long time,
Under the stunned, horrified eyes of a group of sorcerers, an elderly woman leaning on a cane stepped up to claim the bounty.
"Oh? The 'Strongest Shikigami in the Sorcery World' and the 'Youngest Top-Class Mage in History'? Granny here wasn't consulted, hmm?"
"I've eaten more salt than that brat's eaten rice!"
"I've just gotten my hands on some unbeatable materials, so I'll use that boy as a test run!"
"My dear grandkids… 'Divine Eyes,' 'Divine Ears,' 'Divine Brain,' 'Divine Body'—let's go teach that impudent brat a lesson!"
"Yes, Grandma!" ×4
Black Market Entrance
Four young people of different heights, weights, and builds replied in perfect harmony with cheerful grins.
Two and a Half Days Later – Akihabara
"Why do I have to follow this guy to such a boring electronics street? He's not only copying my face—he even mimicked my cheek shape!"
"Why…"
"Just… WHY?!"
A white-haired, blue-eyed boy couldn't accept reality.
He dropped to his knees!
Tilted his head back and gazed at the sky!
Meanwhile, the other boy—who looked exactly like him—patted his shoulder.
"There's only one answer~"
"My dumb little brother~"
"This was Aunt Miwako's decision."
"Turns out, we look surprisingly alike."
"What an honor~"
"Starting today, you are the half-brother of the 'Youngest Special Grade Sorcerer in History'—Lord Mirai Zen'in!"
"In front of me, you'll always be the little bro. You'll never know what's coming."
"Ahahahahahaha!"
He actually said this face-to-face at home.
Mirai was as excited as a six-year-old.
The King of Cuteness's laugh was wild, unrestrained!
Hearing it, Gojo Satoru looked even more devastated.
He pressed his palm against the ground.
His little head tilted skyward.
He let out a cry of unwilling sorrow:
"NOOO—!!!"
And so, the arc of joy at the corner of Mirai's mouth grew ever more exaggerated.
In a flash of inspiration, he pulled out a brand-new speaker he had just bought from an electronics shop.
JDOLO Planetary Generator, ready to go!
Music, start!
Snow falls~
The north wind howls~
The world is vast~
Laughter filled the air.
Melancholy music played.
A reluctant wail.
Two small figures of boys formed a scene of playful harmony and brotherhood.
Not far away, two beautiful and mature women couldn't help but laugh.
They laughed so hard their shoulders trembled.
Frost filled the sky.
"Oh Mirai~ stop teasing little Wu! He's only six!"
Covering her mouth, Takayanagi Miwako burst out laughing.
On the side, Yukino Shin Fuyu smiled gently, her pink lips parting:
"Yes~ no more bullying Wu! As the big brother, you should set a good example~"
"Got it!"
Mirai responded firmly:
"As his brother, I will raise him to be an upright and honest person!"
He was passionate, cheerful, and full of energy.
Mirai could already see it in his mind.
But his face twisted into a devilishly goofy grin.
Staring at the collapsed, gasping Gojo on his knees, Mirai squinted and thought:
"Relax. Even if you spill everything, your big brother will make sure it doesn't end too badly for you."
"But if you disappoint me—don't blame me for doing it myself! Hahaha!"
A cold chill swept up his spine.
Gojo shivered instantly and looked back reflexively.
Only to see Mirai making random unrelated gestures—hugging his head, whistling aimlessly, etc.
2.5 km Away – Rooftop of a High-Rise
"We…"
"I used to be free~"
An old man with a scruffy beard, a brilliant smile, and round eyes said.
"So, will you join this bounty hunt or not?" the old sorceress asked, annoyed.
"If those younger folks weren't such cowardly weaklings, I wouldn't be asking a creepy idol-obsessed old man like you!"
"Hehehe~"
"I eat what I want, say what I want!"
Kurizaka Jiro retorted, "That's love for the girls! I'm a hardcore fan, not a pervert!"
"Yes, yes, whatever."
"So, your answer?"
"Of course~ I spent all my savings supporting my idols recently. It's time to make big money."
"Five hundred million yuan + two billion USD? That's a fortune! Hehehe!"
"He really is someone I like—tougher than those young brats."
Pleased with the answer, the old woman nodded.
"But…" Kurizaka's tone shifted, "Let's be clear—I'll only deal with the Six-Eyes kid. After that, whether I leave or not is my decision."
"Fair enough."
"As for those two women… the intel didn't mention them, but they've got those curvy bodies, huge chests, tight hips—they must be the playthings of royal elites. Not worth worrying about."
There was sarcasm—and barely concealed envy—in the old sorceress's voice.
Hearing that, Kurizaka just sighed and said nothing.
Who dares offend a woman these days?
Only an idiot.
After assigning the tasks,
Kurizaka Jiro headed to a spot where Mirai and the others were sure to pass.
As for the high sorceress—her body was too frail to fight.
So she remained on the rooftop.
Overlooking it all.
Monitoring Mirai's movements.
Ready to adjust the plan at any moment.
The Youngest Top-Level Sorcerer in History vs. The World's Most Veteran Jujutsu Master
The outcome of this clash between old and new would determine the future of sorcerers forever!