In 1995, a group of people strolled through the streets of Akihabara.
Mirai's six blue eyes seemed to peer twenty years into the future, catching a glimpse of the unprecedented fervor this two-dimensional paradise would one day reach.
Black-stockinged maids.
Flying girls.
Glasses-wearing otaku.
A pure-hearted virgin.
This was the promised land of anime.
A sacred pilgrimage site for Axolotl fans and double-blade cosplayers alike.
I once, out of sheer carelessness, accepted a flyer for a maid café. The girl on the flyer wore a headband and a skimpy outfit. She gripped my hand tightly, chattering endlessly. I was so confused, but that day marked my first visit to a maid café—and it cost me half a month's allowance. What an embarrassing social encounter.
Even now, I still remember it vividly.
That maid had one hell of a grip.
Back then, I hadn't started training, so I couldn't break free.
I could only let the current take me, swept away by someone else's will.
So dark!
Pitch black!
"Hello~"
"What??"
I nearly shouted down the entire street to get a response.
Gojo Satoru was already too fed up to continue, muttering weakly:
"You haven't answered my question yet!!"
"What was the question??"
"Tokyo has so many fancy streets. Why this electronics street specifically?"
"It's just weird!"
No matter how hard he tried, Gojo couldn't understand.
"What's so weird about it..." Mirai said matter-of-factly. "Because I want to. I'm better than you, so I can do whatever I want. I can walk wherever I want."
"= ="
Gojo rolled his eyes at his infuriating brother.
Turning his head in frustration, Gojo stopped talking to Mirai, fearing further provocation.
And in that moment...
He learned the first important lesson from his older brother: if you're strong enough, you really can do whatever you want!
Watching Mirai stroll ahead, hands in his pockets, body tilted back at a cool forty-five degrees, Gojo felt a burning desire to become stronger—stronger than ever before!
"That guy... really is kind of handsome~"
He murmured to himself and hurried to catch up, unconsciously beginning to walk just like Mirai.
...
"Old man, get ready. They're coming."
"Aren't they still a kilometer away? Is all this caution really necessary?"
"Even if it's just a kid, the Six Eyes' sensory prowess is no joke."
A hoarse voice crackled in his earpiece.
Jiro Kurisaka didn't care.
How powerful could a six-year-old really be?
Up on the rooftop.
From afar, Elder Granny Oogami signaled to Kurisaka.
Sighing, he picked up his binoculars again to monitor Mirai and his group.
Right on schedule!
Granny Oogami's target was Mirai Zenin.
Kurisaka's target was Gojo Satoru.
Both of them had a strange feeling in their hearts.
Suddenly, they stopped at the exact same time.
They shared a glance in silence.
Then, they opened their mysterious, awe-inspiring blue eyes.
Their vision pierced through layers of obstacles.
Each looked in a different direction.
Doubt. Fear. Panic.
It felt like they had plunged into an abyss, shredded by an unfathomable force!
Like a frog emerging from the well for the first time—only to be immediately eaten by a bird after glimpsing the sky!
A silent despair consumed them.
Survival instincts seized their minds.
As their hearts began to beat again, Granny Oogami and Kurisaka's first instinct was to flee!
But the moment they looked away from the "Six Eyes," their minds cleared again.
Their self-awareness returned.
"Wife!"
"Old man!"
The two shouted to each other through the earpiece.
Like animals seeking the safety of the pack in a life-threatening moment.
Heavy breathing.
Kurisaka wiped the cold sweat from his brow and asked into the headset:
"Bounty... are we still doing it?"
After a long silence.
Granny Oogami's raspy voice answered:
"That was just the pressure from the Six Eyes—not even his real power!"
"It's fine... so what if I get bullied? My grandson will teach that brat a lesson, hehe!"
"Well said!"
"Screw the Big Three Families!"
"We all have a bright future ahead!"
"So..."
"Hunting time!" x2
After giving themselves a pep talk.
And lured by the huge bounty.
Two elite sorcerers made their move and launched their attack!
...
"Interesting~"
"This is gonna be fun~"
Mirai shifted his gaze, pinching his chin thoughtfully.
He hadn't expected that even after revealing his identity as a Mokushiro, there would still be idiots eager to walk into the lion's den.
Like lighting a candle in a toilet—trying to find food in the worst possible place!
"Master Mirai..."
Takayanagi Miwako and Mirai had a telepathic bond; even without speaking, she could sense his emotions.
Just one look was enough to understand each other.
She quickly stepped forward, standing beside him with concern: "Are there sorcerers targeting you, Master Mirai?"
"Nothing major~ Just some trash. Right, Gojo?" Mirai turned to him and winked.
"Yup! I was just looking for a place to blow off steam—they really showed up at the right time!"
Gojo Satoru clenched his fists excitedly.
"But..."
Miwako still looked worried.
She knew how powerful Mirai was, but she feared something might go wrong.
"No buts~"
"Aunt Miwako, I'm the strongest!"
He waved her off with a confident grin.
From the side, Gojo thought Mirai looked so cool when he said that!
He wanted to say something that cool someday, too!
Perfect—another reason to train even harder!
"Gojo, wanna make a bet? See who can beat their opponent first?"
"Winner gets to make the loser do anything—so long as it's legal, moral, and ethical. Deal?"
Mirai's suggestion landed in Gojo's ears.
And in that instant, his blue eyes sparkled brighter than ever!
The perfect chance to take revenge on his annoying older brother!
There was no way he'd miss this!
"Alright! But whoever loses better not cry or cheat!"
Young and naïve, Gojo truly believed he had this in the bag.
It's been said many times before.
Listen to your elders.
Mirai shrugged.
His expression was nearly frozen.
"Deal."
"Aunt Yukino, Satou and I will be right back~"
"You two... don't fool around too much."
"I know~"
"Ugh, moms are so naggy!"
Unlike Miwako, Yukino Shindo had complete faith in her son.
She was a fool in love, always believing whatever her man said.
The two brothers walked side by side for a while.
Then Gojo slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering something, and looked at Mirai.
"Hey~ If we're fighting, what about Mom and Aunt Miwako?"
"What if more enemies are hiding in the shadows?"
"First—"
"My name is Mirai Zenin, not 'hey you.'"
"Second—"
"Based on our birth order, you should be calling me 'brother.'"
"And lastly—"
"Relax, squirt~"
"My Aunt Miwako is both beautiful and capable."
As the words left his lips.
Mirai took off.
And in an instant, he vanished from the spot.
"Huh??"
Gojo rubbed his head.
Something felt... off.
"Hm~ Whatever!"
"Mom always carries that little charm with her anyway."
He mumbled.
And then, Gojo's tiny frame disappeared too.
A few seconds later.
A nearly inaudible voice drifted from the direction Mirai had dashed off to, carried by the wind.
"Lexus, protect them."
[Response: Understood.]
...
Currently disclosed to the public:
[Lexus has a maximum operational range of 10 kilometers.]