Mahito's foot embedded deeply into Awasaka's abdomen.
Without any sensation, Awasaka was struck by the roundhouse kick, flying backward through the air like a howling cannonball until he slammed into the wall of the arena.
This time, the force was completely concentrated, and Awasaka's body took all the damage.
He was embedded in the wall as if hanging there, cracks spreading across the surface like a spiderweb.
For a full three seconds, he stayed there before his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.
Eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind.
The Six Roots of Purification!
"Who says... I can't use my technique with my feet?"
Mahito slowly withdrew his kick and landed steadily.
Bang.
Awasaka fell from the wall and crashed onto the ground with a loud thud.
"Th-the winner is—"
The host regained his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"The Fanatic, the Pure White Evil, the man who aspires to the Throne of God—"
"MA-HI-TO!"
The audience erupted in a tsunami-like roar, as if they were going to flip the entire arena over.
"Amazing! Mahito-sama! You're truly amazing!"
The accompanying staff member eagerly picked up the white shirt Mahito had thrown to the side and handed it to him, like an old eunuch serving an emperor.
Jogo nodded with satisfaction.
"A good start, Mahito. Now your name should be well-known, right?"
Hanami voiced steady agreement.
Mahito casually put on the white shirt the staff member handed him.
His body bore no scars; in that intense fight, he hadn't been hit effectively even once.
Now that he had put the white shirt back on, he returned to being an ordinary-looking college student.
"It's still early. I need even greater fame," he said.
Jogo voiced his doubt.
"Aren't the Curse Users brought by Kenjaku enough?"
Mahito said indifferently,
"Kenjaku is a rat in the gutter; he lacks the courage to face the sun. But for me to become the sun, I must face countless challenges. This is what a king should face—whether it be praise, humility, or blessings; whether it be hostility, killing intent, or conspiracy; a ruler should meet everything with radiance, not like a rat hiding in a sewer, drinking sewage and feeling smug."
"Are you going to part ways with him?" Jogo said coldly.
"No."
"The Binding Vow is absolute. Before overturning the current jujutsu world, we cannot move against each other," Mahito said.
"He has his plans, and I promised to help him with all my strength once—and only that once. As for you... since you have other options, there's naturally no need to follow his orders."
"What about Tengen and Gojo Satoru?" Jogo asked.
"That matter will depend on Kenjaku," Mahito shrugged.
"Since I know the enemy is powerful, I won't go rushing in to get beaten. Since Kenjaku has a way, let him figure it out himself. As for whether to cooperate, the decision is in our hands."
Jogo nodded thoughtfully.
"Setting aside Tengen, who is walking the path of a god... perhaps we could pull Gojo Satoru into our camp?"
Hanami voiced agreement.
"Are you joking?"
Mahito's voice was slightly distorted.
Jogo said as if it were a matter of course,
"Mahito, your ability can make a sorcerer go further and achieve evolution. This is an undeniable blessing. Who could refuse a blessing? No one. No one would refuse such a blessing, and Gojo Satoru will be no exception."
Mahito snapped his head back to look at Jogo and Hanami.
These two intelligent Cursed Spirits were completely excited.
In their minds, the option of Gojo Satoru refusing didn't even exist, right?
Because Mahito's ability could make Jujutsu Sorcerers evolve, no Jujutsu Sorcerer could refuse such a good thing.
In their thoughts, Gojo Satoru wouldn't either, so they could easily win him over...
Well, one could only say this fit Mahito's stereotype of Jogo and Hanami's intelligence.
Mahito said with difficulty,
"Regardless, without my order, you are not allowed to contact Gojo Satoru. Even if Kenjaku speaks in flowery terms, it's not allowed. Understand?"
Jogo wanted to say more, but he swallowed his words and shook his head regretfully.
"It seems Gojo Satoru doesn't have the fortune to enjoy evolution," he said.
Hanami also shook her head and sighed in regret.
Mahito remained expressionless, only feeling mentally exhausted.
Why do you think Gojo Satoru would naturally become our companion just because I can evolve him?
Others don't know what this evolution is about, but can I not know it myself?
The so-called evolution is actually adjusting the soul so that the Jujutsu Sorcerer's body reaches the level of a genius in the traditional sense.
After all, the physical structure of a genius follows a pattern.
Physical coordination, the muscles' compatibility with Cursed Energy flow, the speed of extracting Cursed Energy from negative emotions, control over one's own emotions, nerve reflex speed, the brain's understanding of the Cursed Energy core, or the capacity to store Cursed Energy within the body, and so on.
As long as one can perfectly replicate a genius's body and then perform fine adjustments to the individual's soul, they can naturally become a genius in the broad sense.
But this mass-produced genius can at most reach the limit of a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer; beyond that, they must rely on their own ability and effort.
Because Mahito doesn't have a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer soul template at all, he has no idea how to tune someone to become a Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer.
If Kenjaku would open up his soul and let him examine it recklessly, he might actually be able to mass-produce Special Grade Jujutsu Sorcerers, but he knew that was impossible.
He was able to mass-produce Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerers only because when he first made a Binding Vow with Kenjaku, he touched Kenjaku's soul slightly, which gave him an idea of the direction for a Jujutsu Sorcerer's progress.
But that bit of insight had already been exhausted during this time.
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