Under the cover of the Rainbow Dragon, Suguru and Satoru took Riko and Misato and quickly evacuated Renchoku Girls' Junior High, heading towards the Jujutsu High.
After their presence had completely vanished from his perception, Yamada looked towards the rooftop of a high-rise building hundreds of meters away on the other side of the playground.
Within the ultimate vision of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
An extremely burly man, wearing a tight black short-sleeved shirt with a prominent scar on the corner of his mouth, was crouching on the edge of the rooftop, holding a pair of binoculars and quietly watching.
Coiled around the man's shoulder was a hideous Cursed Spirit emitting a nauseating aura. Within its mouth, handles of various spears, guns, and cold weapons were faintly visible.
"Fushiguro Toji."
Yamada looked at the man who had absolutely no cursed energy yet could emit a terrifying pressure, his lips curling into a cold arc.
He raised his hand and, in an extremely provocative gesture, gave a middle finger toward the rooftop.
Then, the spatial vortex in his right eye whirled violently. Yamada's figure instantly vanished from the playground.
On the rooftop of the high-rise building.
Seeing Yamada's provocative gesture through the binoculars, Toji put down the equipment, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
"Vanished? A spatial ability..."
Toji touched the scar on the corner of his mouth, stood up, and cracked his neck.
"It seems the Star Religious Group's money won't be so easy to earn this time. Not only are there the Six Eyes brat and the Cursed Spirit Manipulator, but there's also an unreasonable monster."
He patted the Cursed Spirit on his shoulder that served as his armory, letting out a cruel smile.
"But that's what makes it interesting. It's been a long time since I've encountered a prey that can make me move my muscles a bit."
—
Rainbow Dragon carried Suguru, Satoru, Riko, and Misato as it took to the skies.
The enormous Cursed Spirit soared through the clouds, while the Tokyo city lights below transformed into a shimmering sea of neon.
Atop the Rainbow Dragon's broad back, the atmosphere wasn't as relaxed as usual.
Satoru was seen without his sunglasses, his Six Eyes staring intently at his own left shoulder.
"Suguru."
Satoru spoke, his voice betraying neither excitement nor irritation.
"That guy's Cursed Technique... did you figure anything out?"
Suguru sat cross-legged on the
Rainbow Dragon's head, controlling the Cursed Spirit's flight path, his brow furrowed upon hearing the question.
"Nothing at all. From beginning to end, I didn't sense a single ripple of Cursed Energy from him. Even if he were suppressing it intentionally, there would inevitably be some Cursed Energy residue left behind at the moment he activated his Cursed Technique. But he had none."
Suguru recalled the image of Yamada phasing through that centipede Cursed Spirit, as well as the scene where Satoru's Blue was swallowed up, his tone growing increasingly grave.
"What's even more terrifying is that his spatial displacement doesn't just work on himself. It can affect your Cursed Technique. If he were truly an enemy, he would have been fully capable of severely wounding you in an instant back on the playground."
"I wouldn't be wounded that easily!"
Satoru jumped up, but soon deflated and sat back down on the dragon's back.
"Fine, I admit it. That guy's spatial mastery is indeed troublesome. And..." Satoru rubbed his chin, a look of inquiry flashing in his Six Eyes.
"That last thing he said, 'Leave it to me to handle.' Does he really intend to deal with all the assassins sent by the Star Religious Group by himself? That's a thirty-million bounty, the entire underground Curse User circle must be going crazy."
"Regardless of what he intends to do, at least for now, it seems he bears no ill will toward Amanai."
Suguru turned his head to look at Riko, who was still huddled in Misato's arms, looking somewhat shaken.
"Amanai, you said earlier that you wanted to live, right?" Suguru's tone was very gentle, trying his best not to project the overbearing pressure typical of a Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Riko looked up, her eyes rimmed with red. "I... I don't want to merge with Master Tengen."
She bit her lower lip, as if summoning the greatest courage of her life.
"Are you two really willing to help me? Even if it means defying the orders of the Jujutsu High authorities?"
"Of course."
Satoru chimed in naturally, reaching out to ruffle Riko's hair. "Suguru and I are the strongest. Since that arrogant uncle already spoke up, how could we let him outshine us? At worst, we'll just go back and get a beating from Yaga-sensei, it's no big deal."
"Satoru, stop calling him 'uncle.' He only looks two or three years older than us." Suguru sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Who told him to act like he's seen it all and act so high and mighty in front of me?"
Satoru curled his lip, then put his sunglasses back on, concealing the Six Eyes.
"Suguru, let's not head back to Jujutsu High yet. Since those assassins are coming for Amanai, we'll take her to the most bustling, crowded place. I want to see who dares to make a move right under the noses of the 'strongest'."
"And while we're at it, let's see just how much of a commotion that mysterious uncle can cause."
...
Meanwhile.
On the playground of Renchoku Girls' Junior High.
Yamada turned his head toward the rooftop of that tall building.
It was already empty.
Toji had retreated decisively after Yamada gave him the middle finger.
"He certainly runs fast." Yamada chuckled softly.
He knew Toji's style, he was an assassin who worked for money and an extremely cautious gambler. He would never strike easily before figuring out the target's background or having absolute certainty.
In the original story, he relied on exhausting Satoru's stamina before catching him off guard to stab through his throat.
"Unfortunately, I'm quite interested in your Inverted Spear of Heaven and Chain of a Thousand Miles."
Yamada put one hand in his pocket, and with a slight thought, the spatial vortex of Kamui reappeared in his right eye.
Swoosh!
His figure vanished instantly, as if erased from the world by an invisible brush.
Half an hour later, at an entrance to an underground black market somewhere in Shinjuku.
Yamada, wearing his black trench coat, stepped out from the spatial vortex.
He casually "borrowed" a lighter from a passing punk, lit a high-end cigarette he'd swiped from somewhere, took a deep drag, and exhaled a ring of bluish-gray smoke.
This was one of the strongholds where Curse Users and black market assassins picked up bounty missions.
As soon as Yamada walked in, he felt over a dozen greedy and malicious gazes lock onto him.
"Hey, kid. This isn't a place for ordinary people."
A burly bald man with crisscrossing scars on his face, playing with a bloody dagger, walked over, his eyes lingering on Yamada's expensive-looking trench coat.
"No Cursed Energy, and no guide. Are you lost, or did you come here to die?"
The surrounding Curse Users erupted in laughter.
In this circle, people without Cursed Energy were like lambs to the slaughter.
Yamada ignored him, walking to the bar and slamming a bank card containing ten million yen onto the table.
"I'm buying information."
Yamada ignored all the killing intent around him, his tone flat.
"That mission with the thirty-million bounty for the Star Plasma Vessel. That mission belongs to me now. Whoever took the contract is my prey."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire underground black market fell into a deathly silence.
Then, even more unrestrained laughter broke out.
"Hahahaha! Is this kid crazy? Who does he think he is? Daring to snatch food here?"
"Trash without even a shred of Cursed Energy, yet you dare to talk big! I'll slaughter you first!"
The bald man grinned savagely, his dagger wrapped in a faint dark-green Cursed Energy as he lunged fiercely at Yamada's heart from behind.
Lightning Release: Chidori Current!
A minute yet extremely violent blue electrical current erupted across Yamada's body in an instant.
Crackle!
"Arghhh!"
Just as the bald man's dagger touched the edge of Yamada's trench coat, a high-voltage current surged into his body through the metal blade.
He couldn't even keep screaming for two seconds before his entire body was instantly charred by the violent lightning, falling straight to the ground and emitting a foul-smelling black smoke.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The Curse Users who were prepared to watch the show all stared wide-eyed at the charred corpse.
An instant kill.
No ripple of Cursed Energy, no hand signs, he didn't even turn around.
"Wha... what kind of Cursed Technique is this?!"
The black market informant behind the bar gulped, his legs turning to jelly from fear.
Yamada slowly turned around, his deep black pupils scanning the room.
"Now, can I buy the information?"
He exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes appearing like a bottomless abyss through the swirling smoke.
"Tell me where the Star Religious Group's base is. Also, which casino does that guy named Fushiguro Toji frequent?"
"I'm in a hurry."
***
[Naruto: Slaughter System]
After transmigrating into the Uchiha clan, Hiromi activates a system that only has killing in its mind.
[Kill Sarutobi Hiruzen!]
[Reward: Rinnegan]
[Kill Shimura Danzo!]
[Reward: Eternal Magekyo Sharingan]
[Kill Uchiha Madara!]
[Reward: Eight Inner Gates: Eighth Gate + Sage Mode]
Thus, someone who kills people at the drop of a hat was born in the Uchiha clan.