Chapter 11: He’s… like me. Zero Cursed Energy

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"Tsk, that one of a bastard..."

In a quaint park, Fushiguro was seated on a bench.

His body leaned slightly forward, arms resting atop his knees.

Shiu Kong approached, holding two cans of Coke, and tossed one to Fushiguro.

The latter seemed to possess peripheral vision, not needing to glance in Shiu Kong's direction. He instinctively snatched the can from the air.

After detaching the pull tab, he gulped down the entire contents of the Coke can in one go.

The Heavenly Restriction bolstered his constitution, rendering him impervious to the effects of alcohol, no matter how much he consumed.

Fushiguro's aversion to alcoholic beverages was unmistakable; he gravitated toward non-alcoholic options like Coke.

Seated next to Fushiguro, Shiu Kong took a sip from his Coke, his presence a calm contrast to the tension still palpable in the air.

"How are you feeling?" Shiu Kong's question carried genuine curiosity, his inquiry an attempt to gauge the underlying emotions beneath Fushiguro's facade.

Fushiguro's response was noncommittal, "What do you mean?"

The observation Shiu Kong ventured next carried a hint of amusement and surprise, "It's the first time I've witnessed you on the losing end of such a competition, especially against someone who's still underage."

Fushiguro's features, once contorted by frustration, seemed to mellow into a pensive contemplation. The undeniable challenge posed by Madara was likely weighing on his mind.

Shifting gears, Fushiguro's tone took on a contemplative note, "Perhaps he's of the same ilk as I am."

"Similar... truly?" Shiu Kong's eyes widened marginally as he momentarily ceased sipping his Coke, intrigued by the prospect Fushiguro had just hinted at.

"Completely [zero Cursed Energy]."

Fushiguro recounted his encounter with Madara at the earlier restaurant.

For an ordinary individual, perceiving the existence of Cursed Spirits was implausible.

Ordinary people possessed only minuscule traces of Cursed Energy, but owing to the effects of the Heavenly Restriction, Fushiguro possessed a physique characterized by absolute [zero Cursed Energy].

Detecting the presence of Cursed Spirits was even more improbable for him.

Nonetheless, his extraordinary five senses allowed him to perceive the existence and maneuvers of Cursed Spirits.

Those remarkable senses were also active during his interaction with Madara.

Consequently, he was acutely aware that, during their clash, Madara's physique displayed no flicker of Cursed Energy fluctuation whatsoever.

In essence, Madara had been operating akin to him, relying on the sheer might of his own flesh.

Not a single Technique or Sorcery had been employed.

The notion that such fluidity of movement and strength could be achieved without harnessing Technique power or resorting to Sorcery was a challenging concept to fathom.

Relying solely on physical prowess, he could contend with deities and despots, individuals who had never encountered a physical equal.

His contemplations were fixated on a single thought...

That young individual likely resembled him, attaining an unparalleled level of physical might through their own Heavenly Restriction of [Zero Cursed Energy].

"But—"

Fushiguro paused once more.

His hesitation stemmed from the unblemished chopstick still held by Madara.

In the last explosive clash, Madara hadn't solely depended on his body's formidable strength; he had also employed techniques that he had meticulously honed throughout years of combat experience.

He discerned that Madara's mastery over power had also attained a level that eluded ordinary individuals.

As anticipated, both of Fushiguro's chopsticks lay in pieces, and he assumed the same fate had befallen Madara's.

The outcome, however, exceeded his expectations.

One of them had emerged unscathed.

During that instance, he had felt a sense of incongruity with Madara, though articulating it proved elusive.

"In an actual battle, could you emerge victorious?"

Gazing at the expanse ahead, Shiu Kong posed the question.

"Hey, who can say~"

Fushiguro's smile concealed his genuine thoughts, leaving others unable to discern his true sentiments.

"At least, the 'chopsticks' won't be as fragile next time."

Fushiguro crumpled the now-empty soda can in his hand, then deftly hurled it into a distant trash can.

He then turned his gaze to Shiu Kong.

"Let's not discuss that guy."

"I don't recall you ever being this enthusiastic about me. You've never invited me for a meal before."

Hearing this, Shiu Kong didn't beat around the bush, responding candidly.

"Recently, I came across a tidbit of news. There are still a few days left before the Tengen assimilation in the Jujutsu world."

"Several organizations are contemplating the 'Star Plasma Vessel' required for Tengen assimilation. It appears they're close to pinpointing the Star Plasma Vessel's whereabouts."

"However, rest assured that Jujutsu High School will surely dispatch formidable Jujutsu Sorcerors to safeguard and accompany the Star Plasma Vessel."

"The other groups mostly consist of young individuals, lacking in both strength and financial backing."

"My apprehension centers around a religious faction that venerates Tengen—the [Time Vessel Association], also known as the Star Religious Group."

"Their primary objective is to worship an untainted Tengen, free from any impurities. They're resolute in preventing the Star Plasma Vessel from contaminating Tengen's essence and will seek to locate and eliminate the Star Plasma Vessel prior to its assimilation with Tengen."

Seizing the moment, Fushiguro interjected with the sole query that piqued his interest: "Are they well-endowed financially?"

Shiu Kong's affirmation was apparent.

"Indeed, that religious sect comprises regular individuals, but it boasts a considerable number of financially influential members."

"Even when they're aware of the Star Plasma Vessel's whereabouts, they're impotent to engage in direct conflict against Jujutsu Sorcerors."

"Consequently, they'll likely offer a remarkably handsome reward to hire an assassin for the task, with the initial deposit possibly commencing at tens of millions."

"It's projected that they'll uncover the precise location of the Star Plasma Vessel within the upcoming two days. So, Fushiguro, do you intend to become involved?"

Even though these words were spoken, Shiu Kong already held the answer within his heart.

As a bounty hunter, Fushiguro possessed no rationale to decline an assignment of such significant magnitude.

And, as anticipated, "Sure, count me in."

"Exactly, Fushiguro."

As the two prepared to depart, Shiu Kong interjected abruptly.

"Is there something else?"

"The upfront payment I disbursed at the restaurant earlier, along with the young man's meal expenses—ensure that these are accounted for in the final compensation at the culmination of our work."

Fushiguro: "..."

He paused, taken aback by Shiu Kong's unexpected request.