When Megumi Fushiguro saw that Locke had transformed into a person exactly like himself, and even claimed to be his ancestor, he immediately felt the way he did as a child when his sister would glare at him angrily when he came home.
You could say he was scared out of his wits—twelve points of fear—to the point where he instinctively shrank his neck, not daring to look the other man directly in the eyes.
After all, his sister would never let him off, and he had no idea what an unknown ninja ancestor might do to him.
After the explanation that Nishida Kagetatsu had been erased from history, he now strongly suspected that the history they knew was not true history at all, but a history that had been deliberately buried and altered.
At that moment, Locke immediately realized that Megumi Fushiguro before him had begun to fill in the gaps in his mind—this was exactly the effect he wanted. Since they had begun to doubt the known history, it was better to let himself fan another flame.
"Therefore, from this moment on, your Zen'in family will have one more Supreme Ancestor. That is me, the Lord of Shadow Flow, Nara Locke!"
"Boy, what is your surname?"
Fushiguro Megumi frowned slightly, his tone cold: "Didn't you already know that? My name is Megumi Fushiguro."
"I know."
Locke deliberately slowed his speech, each word catching in his throat, the endings low and heavy, yet carrying a hint of casual defiance, while also wrapped in the condescending and awe-inspiring oppression of a superior.
"But I want to hear it from your own lips. Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
Before he finished speaking, his entire body suddenly exploded with a murderous aura. This killing intent was not an empty impulse, but a cold, piercing substance, like a thousand pounds of cold iron pressing down on Megumi Fushiguro, squeezing his chest, making even his breathing difficult and heavy.
Gojo Satoru frowned. Although over the years he had encountered many cursed masters who lacked vision, compared to others, this man was clearly a major witch.
For some reason, curiosity suddenly arose in his heart.
How much blood stained the other party's hands? What was this completely erased true history like?
And what was the true purpose of the mastermind hiding in the shadows?
Faced with the majestic oppression of an ancestral elder, Megumi Fushiguro's thoughts gradually became clearer amidst the suffocation. If the other party truly had murderous intent toward him, Gojo Satoru would never have sat idly by.
In other words, Satoru Gojo already knew that the other party had no real hostility. This man had been testing him from beginning to end.
That was right. Just look at the other party's posture and style. He was a man who was narcissistic to the bone. Faced with a junior who looked exactly like him, he had to weigh for himself whether the other party was suitable to inherit this bloodline.
Thinking this, Megumi Fushiguro felt a surge of irritation in his heart. He didn't want to inherit this so-called family glory. What did that name have to do with him?
This old relic was no different from those rotten oranges in the upper echelons of the Jujutsu world. It was truly annoying!
"My surname is Fushiguro. I took my mother's surname. My bastard and irresponsible father is from the Zen'in clan."
Megumi Fushiguro paused, raised his eyes to meet his opponent's gaze, and said in a cold, hard tone: "You said your surname is Nara, right? But the Nara clan has long been lost. Everything related to you has been completely erased from history—but that has nothing to do with me."
Before he finished half of his speech, he clearly understood that he had completely angered this ancestor named Nara.
Locke casually raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms over his chest, and slowly tapped his fingertips. A monstrous murderous aura suddenly flared up and crushed Megumi Fushiguro as if it were a substance. Even the air became heavy and piercing, suffocating him so much he could barely breathe.
Megumi Fushiguro unconsciously hunched over, his back strained and nearly breaking, but he still gritted his teeth.
But in the next second, the pressure on his body suddenly vanished, and his body felt much more relaxed. Megumi Fushiguro took a deep breath, raised his eyes to look at the blood ancestor before him, only to see that the hostility on his face had long since disappeared, leaving only a faint calm.
"I expected as much. Nara, Zen'in—even if I am erased from the world, the main thing is that my spirit remains the same."
"However, it is also true that you have inherited my blood. And since you have inherited the Ten Shadows Technique, everything is up to you."
As he spoke, Nara Locke raised his hand to form a hand seal and summoned Mahoraga. The shadow beneath his feet suddenly rose, transforming into a bottomless dark abyss. In the next second, Mahoraga emerged from the shadow, holding the Wheel of Dharma above its head and the demon-sealing sword in its hand, stepping out of the shadow and moving forward.
When Mahoraga appeared before their eyes, both Megumi Fushiguro and Satoru Gojo showed disbelief. Megumi Fushiguro's expression twisted into something uglier than a cry.
Gojo Satoru was associated with invincibility in the jujutsu world. The combination of the Six Eyes and the corresponding Limitless technique had cemented his invincibility. And many years ago, the head of the Gojo clan, who also possessed the Six Eyes without the Limitless technique, had died in a duel with the head of the Zen'in clan.
At that time, the head of the Zen'in clan had wielded the Ten Shadows Technique, relying on the strongest shikigami, Mahoraga, to fight the head of the Gojo clan to the death.
But according to their memory, none of the past users of the Ten Shadows Technique had been able to tame Mahoraga. They had all died together with their opponents.
Yet this ancestor, erased from history, was slapping them with reality. Before their very eyes, he had summoned the strongest shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique—Mahoraga.
Locke patted Mahoraga and silently looked at Megumi Fushiguro, but his eyes said it all: it wasn't that Mahoraga couldn't be tamed; it was that they were too useless.
Waste.
"As my descendant, you truly disappoint me. Although you still have some backbone, you are incredibly small and do not meet my requirements at all."
With that, Locke turned and walked off the training ground, leaving Megumi Fushiguro alone to face Mahoraga.
"In that case, let him experience Mahoraga's power in advance. No matter what means you use, I don't care. The main thing is to make Mahoraga's Wheel of Dharma turn once. Even if you manage that, you'll be qualified."
With that, Locke turned his head toward Megumi Fushiguro and said with a smile:
"Remember, this is a test. And the result of failure is death."
After hearing Locke's words, Megumi Fushiguro felt his blood suddenly freeze. His entire body collapsed into a bottomless ice cave, his limbs and bones so stiff that he couldn't move. He jerked his neck, looked at the terrifying shikigami, and hastily shouted to Locke:
"Wait!"
But before the words fully landed, Mahoraga had already turned into a blurred afterimage. In an instant, it appeared before him. Without waiting for Megumi Fushiguro to react, he received a powerful kick, sending his body flying with fury, crashing straight down twenty meters away.
With his face covered in blood, he looked up and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he looked at Mahoraga, who was slowly walking toward him, in shock, and understood.
This old relic had become real!
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