At this moment, Toji, who had been discovered and was being stared at by Chinatsu, instantly showed a blank expression, completely unable to understand how he had been found this time.
Because of the lesson learned from the last time, after spotting the two of them, he had meticulously concealed his presence, and the spot he chose was the corner of the corner.
Toji: I cannot understand!!!
As Chinatsu suddenly turned around and fixed her gaze, Zen'in Naobito, sitting on the other side of the first row, saw Chinatsu's action and likewise turned his head in confusion toward Toji's direction.
When he discovered Toji, his eyes involuntarily trembled, and he immediately demanded loudly why Toji was there too.
In response, Toji simply stuck one finger into each ear canal, choosing to completely ignore Naobito.
Although Toji still bore the Zen'in surname, he was actually already planning behind the scenes to completely leave the Zenin Family.
Just thinking that he was only now taking steps to fully break away from the Zenin Family, and that he had previously held even a sliver of hope for this family that treated him like a monkey, Toji felt his former self was utterly foolish.
Faced with Toji's disregard, Zen'in Naobito let out a heavy click of his tongue.
However, he did not continue to dwell on Toji, quickly turning around and sitting back down, though his face above his crossed arms showed slight displeasure.
Despite Naobito's personality, within the Zenin Family, he could actually be considered "good-natured" or even "open-minded."
In terms of strength, Zen'in Naobito still highly recognized Toji.
If Toji did not voluntarily leave the Zenin Family, Naobito would not actively drive him away.
Of course, if Toji wanted to leave, he wouldn't stop him either.
Toji was feeling quite depressed internally right now.
After all, he could ignore the gaze coming from Naobito, but could he ignore the gaze coming from Chinatsu?
Toji felt that the gaze from the Rikugan / Six Eyes seemed to want to peel back the clothes on his body and see through his very soul, making Toji keep a tight face, highly displeased.
Under normal circumstances, he probably would have turned and left long ago, but he was genuinely interested in the three-section staff Cursed Tool hanging on the auction stage.
special grade cursed tool: playful cloud.
Unlike most Cursed Tools, this Cursed Tool does not have a flashy Cursed Technique attached; instead, it is a "crystallization of pure strength," relying on the wielder's power to enhance it, achieving the effect of overwhelming force.
In the original work plot, there were four powerful Special Grade Cursed Spirits: Jogo, Hanami, Dagon, and Mahito, born from humanity's negative emotions toward volcanoes, forests, the ocean, and other humans, respectively.
Their strength far surpassed that of typical Special Grade Cursed Spirits.
And yet, Dagon, one of these beings known as Disaster Cursed Spirits, was unilaterally overwhelmed by Toji wielding playful cloud, beating him until he doubted his existence as a Cursed Spirit.
However, even this Cursed Tool was not the Cursed Tool combination Toji frequently used in the original work.
Perhaps, compared to this three-section staff, he still preferred the "soul split katana," a large cleaver that could ignore hardness and cut through everything...
Although murmurs of commotion spread through the seats below, this did not interfere with the auction proceeding on the high platform.
The starting bid for the special grade cursed tool "playful cloud" was 100 million, with increments no less than 10 million.
As the auctioneer lightly tapped his gavel on the desk, a war scented with money began.
"One hundred million!"
"One hundred and ten million!"
"One hundred and twenty million!"
"One hundred and thirty million!"
The price of playful cloud was climbing steadily, but at this stage, everyone was just testing the waters.
Serious buyers understood that the final price for playful cloud would likely stabilize around 500 million.
It seemed expensive, but it was worth it!
Among these many buyers, Toji was one of them.
Over the years, he had secretly taken on countless assassin missions, and although he loved gambling, he had still accumulated considerable wealth.
He had originally planned to secure playful cloud, even if it meant overpaying by thirty or forty percent.
However, as he felt Chinatsu's gaze fixed on him, sweat involuntarily beaded in the palm of his hand, despite him being a heavenly restriction tyrant.
She... isn't going to bid, is she?
Please, a Jujutsu Sorcerer with Limitless clearly has no use for playful cloud.
The bidding for playful cloud was still ongoing.
The competitive voices, which sounded fierce but were actually akin to people chatting over tea, fell into Chinatsu's ears, causing her lips to twitch as she let out a huge yawn.
Chinatsu, slumped in her seat, slowly tilted her head toward the Grand Elder beside her and asked lazily, "Is the bidding among your older generation always so... polite and diplomatic?"
Hearing Chinatsu's complaint, the Grand Elder awkwardly lowered his head and chuckled softly.
He spread his hands, wanting to say something, but truly didn't know what to say.
Although... but... it was indeed true.
After all, this diplomacy wasn't unique to ordinary society; it was even more severe in the heavily feudal and corrupt Jujutsu World.
Although everyone secretly wanted the others dead, they still maintained a facade of harmony in public.
Just as Chinatsu and the Grand Elder were chatting, Zen'in Naobito, also sitting in the front row, slowly raised one of his arms.
"Five hundred million. Any more expensive and I won't want it."
With his entry into the bidding, the previously lively atmosphere instantly quieted down significantly.
Meanwhile, Toji, sitting in the corner, kept his eyes fixed on playful cloud on the high platform.
Although playful cloud was valued at only around 500 million in the eyes of ordinary Jujutsu Sorcerers, due to its unique nature, for close-combat Jujutsu Sorcerers or those seeking to improve their melee capabilities, 1 billion was still a bargain; its value was practically immeasurable by money alone.
Facing this playful cloud, Toji decided to go all-in with his current savings.
Even if he didn't use it regularly, it was excellent just for collection, not to mention that it could serve as one of his trump cards.
Six hundred million? Seven hundred million? Eight hundred million?
Toji had fully prepared himself mentally, determined to secure the Cursed Tool playful cloud.
Just as Toji made his decision and prepared to open his mouth to raise the bid, Chinatsu, looking lethargic, slowly raised her arm while yawning drowsily.
With just that single raised hand, Chinatsu became the focus of countless eyes in the auction house.
And with the two words Chinatsu spoke next, the entire auction instantly fell into complete and utter silence.
"One billion."