His ability to arrive in time wasn't due to precise timing.
Rather, it was his "Familiar"—Kenmyo had previously deployed several Rupture Worms, part of the insect network's branch, into the school nearby, allowing him to arrive as soon as he noticed something amiss.
"However, this really is worthy of being your child."
Kenmyo had also witnessed the performance of Fushiguro Toji's son through the Rupture Worm's perspective, and it was simply outstanding.
Without having awakened his Cursed Energy, he single-handedly dominated and defeated over thirty upperclassmen.
The most impressive part was that Fushiguro Megumi had piled the group into a small mountain and was sitting atop it.
Fushiguro Toji had done something similar—when he stormed the Zenin Family, it resulted in a mountain of corpses piled up from half the clan members he killed.
Having this fighting ability at such an age, he was practically the ace fighter among delinquent kids.
That's why the school thought he was too dangerous and tried to send him to a juvenile detention center.
Taking him there actually required a guardian's signature. However, the school took advantage of the fact that Fushiguro Megumi and his sister had no parents, making the signature requirement nominal; dragging him away unilaterally was truly outrageous.
The one who caused the crash was Kenmyo; he sent the minivan flying with an impact force of 120 kilometers per hour, yet not a single scratch of paint came off the bumper of his own car.
This was because Kenmyo had covered the front of his car with Blood Manipulation, but the impact force couldn't be concealed, so all the airbags deploying was unavoidable.
This car could only be used again once the airbags were fixed; Kenmyo certainly wasn't short on vehicles right now.
It must be said that watching someone else's car fly dozens of meters and tumble across the ground certainly brought an unusual feeling.
As long as it felt good. (Not recommended; road rage is unacceptable.)
Getting out of the car, they handed the accident scene over to the Kamo Family personnel. Kenmyo, the perpetrator, and Fushiguro Toji, the aggressor, quickly left the scene. Fushiguro Toji grabbed his pair of children, one in each hand, and slipped away.
They were now in a small park near the school. Since it was a weekday and school hadn't ended, there were hardly any people around.
Recalling the scene just now, Kenmyo wanted to laugh.
It happened right outside the school gate. He felt Fushiguro Toji had never been so awkward before; he had completely lost face.
This was because Fushiguro Toji's dear son, Fushiguro Megumi, hadn't recognized who had saved him. Instead, he had said:
"Thank you, mister."
Saving me from so many people, you must be a really good person.
"Mister?"
Fushiguro Toji's mouth twitched.
With those defiant eyes and cold expression, Fushiguro Toji recognized him instantly: this kid was his son.
But the kid had instantly taken a jab at him upon meeting.
Kenmyo could guarantee that Fushiguro Toji's expression at the time was priceless.
"Little brother, don't look at this mister's fierce face and think he's not a good person."
Kenmyo put his hand on Fushiguro Toji's shoulder and spoke in a teasing tone.
"Actually, he held you when you were little, did you know?"
Kenmyo just assumed Fushiguro Toji must have held him.
Looking at Fushiguro Toji like that, a question mark slowly appeared above Fushiguro Megumi's head.
The awkwardness was only alleviated when Fushiguro Megumi's older sister, Tsumiki Fushiguro, ran over, breathless.
Tsumiki Fushiguro, however, seemed to recognize him, as her running speed slowed down and the shock on her face became increasingly evident.
The young girl watched the familiar figure slowly align with the image in her memory, and that fierce face felt strangely familiar.
She opened her mouth and spoke in an uncertain tone:
"Dad?"
"Tsumiki, long time no see."
Fushiguro Toji certainly remembered his adopted daughter. The face that had been annoyed by the brat just now regained a slight glow.
"You've grown up."
This stunned Fushiguro Megumi, who was still being held by Fushiguro Toji. Especially after hearing his sister call the man that, his brain seemed to freeze.
"Who? Dad."
Fushiguro Megumi stared in disbelief at the face right in front of him. This guy had a scar at the corner of his mouth and looked exceptionally fierce.
"Kid, as you can see."
Fushiguro Toji seemed quite pleased with the boy's reaction; he felt his mood improving.
"I am your old man."
"Let's go, the cops are here."
Kenmyo heard the sound of police sirens approaching from afar, so he patted Fushiguro Toji's shoulder to warn him.
"Got it."
Fushiguro Toji nodded.
Then, while the brat was still in shock, he grabbed him by the back of the collar and lifted him up again like a trash bag, this time taking his sister, Tsumiki Fushiguro, along too.
"It should be safe here now."
The small park was quiet.
"Now that I've rescued them, what do I do?"
Fushiguro Toji scratched his head in annoyance.
This Boss was constantly asking the impossible.
He couldn't help it earlier, but now he felt like he was holding a hot potato.
No one would have expected the Sorcerer Killer, who struck fear into the Jujutsu World, to be in such a predicament.
Seeing Fushiguro Toji's pleading look, Kenmyo chose to ignore him.
Kenmyo seemed to sense that the guy was trying to run away again, so he added another command:
"No running away."
Fushiguro Toji had no choice but to stay put, looking at the two kids beside him.
For the first time, he was stumped.
How was he supposed to reconnect with children he had practically abandoned?
"This is too difficult."
Fushiguro Toji would rather storm the Zenin Family again than go through the current situation.
Fushiguro Megumi hadn't reacted until Fushiguro Toji released him, sitting dumbfounded on the ground.
"Are you hurt, Megumi?"
Tsumiki Fushiguro hurried forward, wanting to help Fushiguro Megumi up, but the boy snapped out of it and told his sister not to help him.
"I'm fine."
He would get up by himself.
"Is that really him?" Fushiguro Megumi quietly asked Tsumiki Fushiguro.
His deadbeat father, who had been missing for years and was as good as dead, had actually reappeared.
He couldn't accept it immediately.
Fushiguro Megumi looked at that face, and the rage in his heart became uncontrollable.
He wasn't missing any limbs and looked perfectly healthy, so why hadn't he come back for them?
Fushiguro Megumi gritted his teeth, his fists clenched tight.
They had been pushed to the brink more than once, and every time they had wished their parents were there, but those prayers were always false.
Their mother had left, and their father had disappeared.
This family was only left with Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro.
The money their mother left before she vanished was almost gone if they bought another meal.
Although Tsumiki Fushiguro was also very surprised, she knew that he was indeed her adoptive father, and thus Fushiguro Megumi's biological father.
So she nodded and quietly replied:
"Yes."
Fushiguro Megumi lowered his head, his expression unreadable.
"I see."
He refused his sister Tsumiki Fushiguro's help and stood up by himself.
When Fushiguro Megumi raised his head again, his vicious eyes seemed moist. He raised his fist and charged forward.
"Why did you come back?"
Fushiguro Megumi jumped up, aiming to punch his bastard father in the face.
Actually, Fushiguro Megumi had often wondered what he would do if that bastard father appeared before him, and now he finally listened to his inner calling.
He had found the answer he truly wanted:
To thoroughly beat up the scoundrel who had been missing for all these years.
Fushiguro Megumi suddenly felt that the skills he had painstakingly honed while fighting local thugs now held meaning; perhaps they were all for this one punch today.
Although the small boy didn't even reach Fushiguro Toji's waist, his jump instantly brought him to a height roughly level with Fushiguro Toji's face.
This demonstrated Fushiguro Megumi's excellent physical ability; though short, he could leap to a height of nearly 1.9 meters.
Fushiguro Toji had not anticipated this situation, facing his own son charging at him, aiming a heavy punch, and feeling the rush of wind against his face.
Looking at the flawed technique, Fushiguro Toji almost thought he was joking.
But putting himself in Fushiguro Megumi's shoes:
If he were struggling and living a hard life, only to encounter the father who abandoned him looking perfectly fine, it wouldn't just be resentment welling up—it would be the immediate urge to commit patricide.
Although his mind stalled, Fushiguro Toji's body was still world-class. Without needing conscious thought, his body automatically prepared to react.
Against such a fool who jumped up and handed the initiative to his opponent, Fushiguro Toji would typically deliver a fierce, upward punch to the opponent's abdomen, teaching him a lesson.
This not only destroys the opponent's balance, but because the abdomen is a complex area of pain nerves, the opponent would stop their attack due to the pain, becoming a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
But could he really strike his own son so brutally?
Fushiguro Toji's left hand was busy restraining his right hand, and he leaned slightly forward, making it look as if he was deliberately moving his face into Fushiguro Megumi's punch.
So, without any surprise, Fushiguro Megumi's fist landed directly on Fushiguro Toji's face.
Although the imagined scene of knocking him flying didn't occur, landing a punch on his bastard father's face truly allowed Fushiguro Megumi to vent his frustration.
Of course, he was more surprised than anything.
Fushiguro Megumi himself might have been surprised that he actually managed to land the hit.
After all, his father had instantly taken down eight or nine men nearly two meters tall right in front of him.
Fushiguro Megumi hadn't even seen how he moved; such a master clearly belonged to a different league entirely.
"Kid."
When Fushiguro Toji felt a tickle in his nose, rubbed it, and saw a bit of blood, he smiled.
He looked down at Fushiguro Megumi.
"Didn't eat, huh? That was weak."
Kenmyo knew that watching this was much more fun and interesting than those seven o'clock family dramas.
"Alright, that's enough from both of you."
If this continued, the father and son would probably cause chaos.
A faint blue light appeared on Kenmyo's hand; it was a healing spell.
"You two are practically carved from the same mold."
"The old one and the young one, neither of you makes things easy."
Before launching into a lecture, Kenmyo chose to buy a few drinks from a vending machine to ease the tension between them.
"So who are you?"
Fushiguro Megumi already knew Fushiguro Toji was his damned deadbeat father. The nerve of him to come back—his skin was thicker than normal.
"Strictly speaking,"
Kenmyo replied,
"I am your father's superior."
Kenmyo chose to distort the truth.
"The reason your father didn't come looking for you before is that the confidentiality of our work is extremely high."
"We generally do not allow agents to meet with their families privately."
"Huh?"
Kenmyo saw the boy's mouth wide open and knew Fushiguro Megumi definitely didn't believe him.
"Watch my finger closely."
He had just checked: neither of Fushiguro Toji's children had inherited his Heavenly Restriction; they both possessed abundant Cursed Energy.
Soon, a blood-colored butterfly appeared on Kenmyo's finger. It materialized suddenly, and after flying a short distance, the butterfly immediately transformed into something else, like a small rabbit, an ox, a pig, or other small animals.
This existence was completely beyond the comprehension of Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro.
"An illusion?"
"No, that's real."
"This is something called Cursed Energy."
Kenmyo demonstrated to the two young children:
"Our main task is to use Cursed Energy to kill creatures called Cursed Spirits."
There were actually several Cursed Spirits wandering in the park, but those few were too weak and had a very low presence. However, they were barely adequate as teaching material for a lesson.
"Cursed Spirits are enemies of humanity; they feed on humans."
Kenmyo manipulated the blood-colored butterfly to fly onto a Cursed Spirit lurking nearby.
"This is the lowest-grade Cursed Spirit."
Almost instantly upon contact, the blood-colored butterfly seemed to enter its secondary form, plunging directly into the monster's head.
"The Cursed Spirits our agents face are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times more dangerous than this one."
After a short while, the Cursed Spirit turned into a spherical blue bead and returned to Kenmyo's hand.
"It's chocolate flavored. Who wants some?"
Kenmyo had managed to simplify Geto's technique to this extent.
"Would either of you like to try it?"
Tsumiki Fushiguro and Fushiguro Megumi both shook their heads. They wouldn't eat such a strange candy.
"It tastes pretty good."
Kenmyo sighed, what a pity, and then swallowed the chocolate-flavored Cursed Spirit sphere himself.
"We control them, we contain them."
"Agent Toji is a core member of our organization, stationed on the front lines against Cursed Spirits for more than a decade."
"Agent Toji suffered particularly severe injuries fighting Cursed Spirits and may not have long left to live."
Kenmyo's story completely fooled the two kids.
He even wiped away a few fake tears.
"Therefore, our organization has decided to allow him to spend the final moments of his life with his family."
Fushiguro Toji's eyes widened, his expression utterly disbelieving.
The Boss was telling his children that he was about to die!