It was actually a huge coincidence. The person who anonymously reported the Curse User cult for creating artificial Cursed Spirits was none other than Toji Fushiguro.
It was just bad luck that these guys were operating in an area that included his house. Toji didn't do free work, and dealing with them would be exhausting, so he tipped off the Sorcerer Association. Those guys were always eager to jump on Curse Users doing shady stuff.
He just never expected the executioner sent by the Association to wipe out the cult would be his next target.
It was the perfect opportunity to let the Curse Users soften up the target. If he could complete the job easily, Toji wouldn't bother with a direct confrontation. He preferred stabbing people in the back for a one-hit kill.
Toji was an experienced hunter.
If Kenmei hadn't been there, Yomi Isayama would have been dead meat.
"Now that you know everything you wanted to know... cough..."
Toji spat out a mouthful of bloody foam mixed with organ fragments. Since his lungs were pierced by the Flesh Hounds' fangs, breathing was difficult.
Even ten taijutsu specialist Sorcerers would have died long ago if they shared Toji's injuries—torn apart by three Flesh Hounds like a discarded doll in a trash can. But this man was still breathing and holding on. The ultimate physical constitution gained from sacrificing all Cursed Energy via Heavenly Restriction was truly insane.
Toji's clouded eyes were filled with the aura of death.
"Look at me, what a mess."
Toji looked at Kenmei's overly young face, especially those brilliant azure eyes, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.
"Beaten by a kid."
"But you're really alike."
Years ago, when he was still in the Zenin clan, Toji had gone to the Gojo clan to see what the fuss was about. He was shocked by the super-sensory perception of the child Satoru Gojo and his "Six Eyes."
That was the first time someone had noticed him standing behind them.
And now, with Kenmei Isayama...
It was the first time in recent years that he had tasted defeat while in his prime.
He had never been beaten this badly before.
"I really am just a monkey without Cursed Energy. Just a foil for you chosen ones."
His limbs had lost sensation, and his body temperature was dropping rapidly. At the end of his life, Toji, rejected by the Zenin clan and the entire Jujutsu world, realized that after being stubborn for so long, it was time to accept his fate.
He was the one who despised himself from the bottom of his heart, which was why he always felt the need to prove himself.
That twisted heart had twisted his true self.
"I lost the moment I thought like that."
It was all his own choice.
Seeing Toji struggle to raise his hand as if to do something, Kenmei, with a complicated expression, waved off a Flesh Hound preparing to bite that hand off.
To confirm if Toji was telling the truth, Kenmei had used a psychic spell on him, so the man's emotions were faintly affecting him.
Toji's trembling, outstretched hand curved slightly, trying to touch something in the empty air in front of him. But there was nothing there. In the end, he slowly hugged his own broken body.
It was an embracing motion.
In his final moments, the person Toji wanted to reach out and hug was his late wife, existing only in his memories, holding their newborn son.
So, the only emotion Kenmei sensed through Toji's mental world was endless longing. To think this cold-blooded killing god had such a tender side left Kenmei at a loss.
"Any last words?"
Kenmei spoke slowly.
"None."
Toji smiled with relief, accepting his death calmly.
But suddenly, a flashing image appeared in his mind, along with a sense of guilt. The silent Toji spoke up slowly.
"In two or three years, my kid will be sold to the Zenin clan."
"Do whatever you want with that info."
Toji would pay for the sins of his life with his own life.
But the child was innocent.
Toji's son, Megumi Fushiguro, was born with the potential to inherit the Zenin clan's millennial technique.
But would Toji, who came from that hellhole, let his kid go there?
The Zenin clan? Even dogs wouldn't stay there.
If Toji were alive, he could protect him. But with so many enemies, it wouldn't be surprising if he died any day.
So Toji made a pact with the Zenin clan head: if he died, Megumi would be sold to the Zenin clan for 1 billion yen.
Telling Kenmei this news...
Toji was gambling. If he won, his son would have a powerful backer in the future. This kid was already so strong at such a young age; he would be even more terrifying in the future, a monster feared by all three great families.
After saying this, Toji smiled, closed his eyes, and prepared to die.
But the expected pain of a blade piercing his chest never came. Even more surprising was that his dying flame of life seemed to be refueled, burning brightly again.
The wounds on his body were healing rapidly. necrotic muscle revitalized with new granulation tissue, torn organs began to regenerate, and broken bones reconnected.
"Reverse Cursed Technique?"
Toji, whose breathing had been weak, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the cold-faced Kenmei in disbelief.
"Kid, you!"
Healing Toji's fatal injuries was Kenmei's [Wound Regeneration] and [Regeneration] psychic spells.
Once Toji was out of critical condition, Kenmei took a deep breath. The first thing he did was cover his fist with psychic energy and punch Toji hard in the face.
"You're counting on me?"
The massive force caused half of Toji's face to swell up instantly. His nose and the scar on his lip were torn open.
"Do that kind of thing yourself!"
"He's your damn son, not mine."
The most absurd part was that the second Kenmei finished punching, he used [Wound Regeneration] to heal it, then punched Toji in the face again and again, leaving Toji completely bewildered.
Kenmei grabbed Toji by his tattered collar, which looked no different from beggar's rags. Remembering the days he depended on his sister, his calm face was filled with complex emotions.
(Author's Note: Is it okay if I make Toji work for the protagonist?)