After the three of them played together for a day, their lives returned to normal.
Gojo Satoru had already applied for their Jujutsu Sorcerer Rank evaluations.
However, because it was winter and the number of Cursed Spirits was low, the evaluation missions were not immediately issued. The Jujutsu Headquarters was looking for Cursed Spirits that "matched" Gojo Satoru and his companions' level.
In an abandoned building in the suburbs, a slug-like Cursed Spirit was continuously attacking Eichi.
In response, Eichi merely reinforced his defense with Cursed Energy and stood still.
Mahoraga's Dharmachakra, hidden in the shadows, quietly rotated.
"An ability with corrosive effects, huh."
Seeing that Mahoraga had completed its adaptation, Eichi no longer waited.
He raised his right hand, and a wind blade slashed across, instantly severely wounding the Cursed Spirit.
"A Third-Grade Cursed Spirits, its ability is corrosion. Do you want it?"
"Mm."
Geto nodded. The heavily injured Cursed Spirit turned into a Cursed Spirit Orb and was consumed by Geto.
"Here you go."
Eichi skillfully offered him honey tea.
"Thanks."
Geto had also grown accustomed to drinking a bottle of honey tea after consuming a Cursed Spirit Orb; it indeed made his body feel much more comfortable.
"Lately, we haven't encountered any decent Cursed Spirits."
"Yeah, I didn't expect Cursed Spirits to have peak and off-peak seasons."
If it were summer, with a bit of effort, the two of them could catch several Grade 1 Cursed Spirits, and Grade 2 Cursed Spirits would be even easier to find.
But now, even Grade 2 Cursed Spirits were hard to find.
"It's still early, want to go somewhere to hang out?"
"How about the cinema? A few new movies have been released recently. Want to go watch?"
"Okay."
As they walked, the two discovered that the entrance to the building was already blocked by several uninvited guests.
There were three people in total: two around their age, and a tall, thin man who looked to be in his thirties.
"Do you know them?"
Seeing the three people look at Eichi with hostility, Geto also sensed something was off.
"I know them. I actually have something to discuss with them. You should head back first."
Eichi said indifferently.
Geto opened his mouth, but in the end, he swallowed the words he wanted to offer to help.
Geto understood Eichi; he never did anything without confidence.
"I'm leaving first. Remember to come home early."
After leaving the building, Geto did not actually go home, but instead stood under a tree not far from the building.
Neither Gojo Satoru nor Geto would stand by and watch a friend fall into danger. It's just that Geto's concern was a bit more subtle than Gojo Satoru's.
At this time, if it were Gojo Satoru, he might teleport to buy an edamame cream kiku fuku, then teleport back and sit by to watch the show.
Although it was also concern, it really wasn't very touching.
"What, afraid of implicating your friend?"
The leading youth had short, light blonde hair and a beautiful face. He wore a shirt-like top and traditional light hakama trousers, with a haori draped over his shirt.
Eichi recognized the arrogant and defiant youth at first glance.
Naoya.
He dyed his hair.
Eichi remembered that Naoya had black hair when he was a child.
"I'm enough to deal with you few nobodies."
Eichi said calmly, giving Naoya the most irritating answer.
Eichi was not surprised by their arrival.
After all, on the Tokyo Jujutsu High application, Eichi had openly filled in Ten Shadows Technique.
Now, Eichi already had the strength not to fear the Zenin Clan, so he naturally wasn't afraid of the Zenin Clan coming to him.
"Heh, you're just a lucky good-for-nothing. Kneel and beg me now, and I can let you return to the Zenin Clan. How about it?"
The anger on Naoya's face turned into pride and arrogance as he spoke the latter half of the sentence.
"Are you even worthy?"
Naoya's expression froze.
He hadn't expected this former servant of the Zenin Clan to dare to contradict him again and again.
"It seems I need to properly teach you the Zenin Clan's rules."
As his words fell, the two people behind Naoya moved.
"Zenin Clan Elite Unit [Hei], Futo Zenin."
"Zenin Clan Elite Unit [Hei], Ranta Zenin."
"Pfft."
Eichi chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
Their voices were filled with anger.
"Nothing, it's just that people like you who have to announce their Family name wherever they go remind me of those little kids who have to shout 'Mommy' wherever they go."
"Die for me!"
A whirlwind enveloped Futo Zenin, and he crossed the distance between them at an extremely fast speed.
Eichi was about to act when he suddenly felt unable to move.
"Brother Futo, now's the time."
Ranta Zenin, who had been standing behind, widened his eyes, staring intently at Eichi.
After realizing he couldn't move, Eichi wasn't anxious. Cursed Energy defense and Mahoraga's power simultaneously appeared on Eichi's body.
Bang.
Rumble.
Eichi was struck by Futo Zenin's wind-accelerated punch, and he crashed into the wall behind him.
For a moment, smoke billowed.
Futo Zenin and his companion did not pursue, because Young Master Naoya had said earlier that he wanted to bring this person back alive.
After all, as a Ten Shadows Technique user, no matter how weak he was, he could still serve as a tool to deter the Gojo Family.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds... "Hmph, is that all you've got?"
After a minute passed and Eichi hadn't reappeared, the two assumed Eichi had already been defeated.
"This trash dares to bark in front of Young Master Naoya."
Ranta Zenin subtly flattered Naoya.
"You, who are you talking about?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind Ranta Zenin. Ranta Zenin turned back in disbelief.
It was Eichi, who had appeared behind him through the shadows.
"You bastard."
Ranta Zenin looked at Eichi, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.
The moment his gaze caught Eichi, Ranta Zenin activated his Technique.
Bang.
With a soft sound, Ranta Zenin found that his Technique had been broken.
"Wait!"
Realizing his Technique was ineffective, Ranta Zenin was about to warn Futo Zenin.
Before he could finish his sentence, Futo Zenin had already swung his fist at Eichi.
Slap.
Eichi extended his right hand and caught Futo Zenin's fist.
In Futo Zenin's disbelieving gaze, Eichi kicked Futo Zenin flying.
"What did you do?"
Cold sweat trickled down Ranta Zenin's forehead.
"Your Technique is to lock onto the opponent with your gaze, and then use Cursed Energy to create an eye-shaped cage, thereby immobilizing them, right?"
In Ranta Zenin's astonished gaze, Eichi revealed the function of Ranta Zenin's Technique.
"I just released Cursed Energy in advance and broke the cage before it could form."
"Why, why can you see it?"
Ranta Zenin panicked. He couldn't understand why this person knew so much about his Technique, even though they were meeting for the first time.
The Dharmachakra in Eichi's shadow rotated again. This time, it was adapting to Futo Zenin's Technique.
However, because it was also a wind-manipulating Technique, Futo Zenin's Technique's adaptation method overlapped with Tiger Burial's Technique.
Therefore, Mahoraga gained half an adaptation method this time. Including the corrosive Curse Spell of that Cursed Spirit just now and Ranta Zenin's confinement Curse Spell, Mahoraga's inventory happily increased by 2.5.
"Don't panic, Ranta, he just got lucky."
Hearing Futo Zenin's voice, Ranta Zenin's panic subsided considerably.
"You must be lying. My Technique is invisible. You couldn't possibly have seen my Technique."
Upon hearing this, Eichi's lips curved into a silent sneer.
What a joke. Mahoraga can even clearly see Sukuna's slashes. Your cage is simply child's play for Mahoraga, isn't it?
"You bastard!"
Ranta Zenin roared and activated his Technique.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his eye.
Bang.
The familiar soft sound reappeared, shattering the last bit of hope in Ranta Zenin's heart.
Futo Zenin, seeing Eichi not moving, thought Ranta Zenin's Technique had successfully activated and once again stepped forward to attack Eichi.
Eichi slapped with his left hand, deflecting Futo Zenin's fist to the side.
I finally understand why Toji always liked to defend my attacks like this when we sparred; it really is cool.
Eichi raised his right foot and kicked Futo Zenin in the stomach.
Futo Zenin's body instantly bent like a large shrimp, and he flew out of the building like a cannonball.
Because Eichi had Mahoraga apply a buff to himself beforehand, Eichi, in close combat, wasn't even afraid of Toji. Why would he be afraid of a nobody like Futo Zenin?