"I communicated with Nishida Kagetatsu. He understands your actions, but he's still curious about how you managed to completely erase all traces of us?"
Faced with Nara Locke's question, although Tengen very much wanted to speak directly with Nishida Kagetatsu, considering that the other party had also released Mahoraga to test his junior, it shouldn't be a problem to substitute.
Therefore, after thinking for a moment, she felt it was best to tell the truth:
"I don't know. After all, due to the binding vow, my memories were supposed to be completely erased. Even now that the binding vow has been broken, I haven't recovered those related memories. Are there any issues with your memories?"
"Well, there is indeed a problem. Our memories don't quite match the current situation. Perhaps what you did affected us."
Tengen nodded, agreeing with the other party's opinion. To be honest, she still couldn't believe that her guess was actually correct. But judging from the opponent's attitude and everything that had happened recently, it was the most reasonable explanation.
Moreover, the other party also agreed with her opinion, didn't they?
At this moment, having reached full agreement, Tengen quickly discovered a new problem: how to deal with Kenjaku?
"Although you have successfully reincarnated and awakened, now that I have recovered my memories of you, that means Kenjaku will also recover his memories of you. In other words, we need to be wary of Kenjaku."
Although Tengen's words made sense, Locke wasn't listening to her plan at all. For a simple reason: did one need to be wary of an ant's schemes?
"Don't worry. If he has any schemes, let's find him first. Can you do that?"
When Locke reminded her like this, Tengen also realized—there was actually no reason to worry about them. No matter how cunning Kenjaku was, could he become stronger? In the face of absolute power, everything was futile.
"I can try to find him, but I don't advise you to hope too much. His barrier technique is second only to mine. It's nearly impossible for me to find him."
"It doesn't matter. It's better to find him. But if we can't, it's not a problem. As long as we're here, nothing is a problem."
As soon as he said this, Tengen instantly felt at ease. She nodded and brought up the final issue:
"Although your existence is a fact, those foolish juniors may find it hard to accept. And I don't want them to offend you... You have a rather unpleasant temper. So if you have anything that proves your existence, I will try to find it."
"Isn't that enough for you? Do you really have so little influence?"
Faced with Locke's surprise, Tengen smiled and explained:
"Haha. When I'm needed, I am Lord Tengen. As soon as I get involved in their power struggles, trying to control and command them, I become an ugly old man. This has never been wrong for many years. So I need a certificate to prove your identity."
"Tch, this is really troublesome. Wouldn't it be great if I just took Mahoraga for a walk through the Zen'in estate?"
"That might prove your identity, but does Kagetatsu have anything to prove?"
"How should I know? He never cared about reputation. Only when he became bored did he write a record of his domain, documenting the demons he sealed and defeated, called the 'Chronicles of the Pacified Demon Realm.' That's the only proof of his existence, and it was probably destroyed by you."
With that, Locke gave her a meaningful look. Tengen, feeling awkward, didn't know what to say, so she could only reply:
"I'll... try to see if I can retrieve it."
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Several hours earlier, in a corner of Sendai, inside an abandoned factory building.
The darkness of death shrouded the entire abandoned factory. The remains of twisted, mutilated cursed spirits were piled layer upon layer. Broken bones, rotting flesh, and withered limbs filled every inch of space. The stench of decay and curses was suffocating.
The blood of the purple-black cursed spirit was as sticky as glue, merging into a bottomless pool on the ground, filling the cracked hole in the center of the factory. It glowed with an eerie cold light in the dead, silent darkness. Each drop was wrapped in restless and fierce resentment.
In the center of this cursed pool of blood, a figure slowly rose, only half a head emerging from the sticky liquid.
Purple-black blood dripped down his pale cheeks and wet hair. The natural strange eye in his palm was still closed.
In the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes—a human eye and the strange pupil between his palms opened simultaneously. A cold cursed energy exploded from the center of the pool, and waves of blood surged, causing the entire pool of fierce evil to tremble.
The corners of the demon's mouth curled into a playful, cold smile, suspended in the hole, and he said slowly:
"The 'Chronicles of the Pacified Demon Realm'... This is getting interesting."
Before the words faded, the eye in his palm had already begun to pay the price for this foresight. But the pupil suddenly lost its color, and the flesh and skin shriveled and curled, instantly drying up like rotten wood.
Demon Head Kijuro watched coldly from the side, immediately raised his hand to kill the cursed spirit hovering above his head, which had been prepared, and severed its waist.
The hot, fishy blood of the cursed spirit poured down, soaking his entire body. The damaged eye between his palms finally began to slowly recover.
"Tch, only half recovered? It seems that more demons with strong cursed energy have appeared." He let out a low sound, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. "But this era is truly wonderful—powerful and filled with strong cursed energy, demons appearing one after another. This is truly the most suitable era for me."
With that, Demon Head Kijuro clenched his fists, donned a bright clown costume and a magical cloak, flew out of the factory, and left.
"Now, it's time to talk to you, Kenjaku~"
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At the Jujutsu High School side, Gojo Satoru, having just left the Star Palace, was slowly walking toward the training ground while on the phone with the head of the Zen'in clan, his tone full of carefree mockery.
But before he could get closer, a loud explosion suddenly came from the training ground.
The smile on Gojo Satoru's face instantly vanished. He immediately sensed that something was wrong. Almost instinctively activating his technique, his figure turned into an afterimage and vanished.
When he arrived at the training ground, he found that the original training ground was now full of large craters, transformed into a battlefield.
As the smoke cleared, the center of the battlefield was occupied by two shikigami—one large, one small. The large one was suppressing the small one. At first glance, it looked like an old monster and its family demon.
But strangely, the wheel of dharma above the head of the smaller Mahoraga was constantly spinning at this moment, faster and faster, so fast it was nearly an afterimage.
Gojo Satoru was momentarily stunned, not knowing what to do.
What's going on???
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