Angra Avesta-2

After Kenjaku pulled a Loki and disappeared I started to think on what to do next. Not about the sorcerers coming after me, obviously I would be killing them, but about the future.

I had been in this world for a little over a century and I was bored. It was to the point no matter how much I hated that bastard Kenjaku, I was also somewhat eager for our small meetings. The bastard was practically the only thing in the world that was somewhat interesting even if only for his weird sense of humor.

In other words, I had a Saitama problem. I was the strongest in the world at the moment and likely would stay that way until Gojo Satoru mastered reverse cursed technique or Itadori Yuuji ate at least fifteen or more fingers of Sukuna. There was literally no one who could actually challenge me in this era other than maybe Kenjaku but the slippery bastard would not fight anyone. He was a schemer before anything else, even before a Jujutsu sorcerer.

Even these idiot sorcerers who were coming after me if Kenjaku wasn't lying, and he had no reason to except for maybe his sick sense of humor, were welcome as they would be at least a change from my daily routine and they might even entertain me a bit. Either through some interesting technique or through sheer stupidity.

My battle against my boredom in these last decades were more noteworthy compared to my actual battles, how sad is that.

I had tried to take over the criminal underground of Japan and it had been fun… for a year before I grew bored of the same old drug and women shit. Sure the women were nice but they were always a bit… lacking to me.

Funnily enough the most attractive girls I had met in my life were the female sorcerers trying to kill me. There is a certain appeal in a woman who can kick ass and is ready to dirty their hands. Not to mention the way training tones their body, chef's kiss.

Shame I didn't have the self control to not to kill them before the current generation started to suck ass with the most sexist clan heads in history stopping their daughters from becoming proper Jujutsu sorcerers and instead use their forced weakness to feel superior. Why hadn't I killed those families again?

In the end I left the gangs after it started to feel boring. There was a limit to how much I could torture, blackmail and manipulate ordinary people before it lost its appeal.

Then I had tried to learn cooking. That actually had been fun and I can say that no one could make meaner tempura than me. Also pizza may have arrived in Japan a bit earlier than it was supposed to. Shame that I didn't like anyone enough to cook for them.

Learning how to make cursed tools and objects hadn't been exactly fun but it had been useful. Not to mention a way to kill time.

I had done some other similar things. Medicine, tailoring, acting and even tried to start public riots with things that made people of Japan mad like crazy. Like putting soy sauce in my rice, or spearing my chopsticks in my food and most evil of all, calling genitals by their actual scientific names around elderly people.

That had been fun, people had funny reactions to it. They even actually thought that I was Nurarihyon or something.

But even the fun from those had been fleeting at best. I hadn't had any real fun since I had killed Jogo and his fellow disaster curses. Not even other special grade curses had been as fun as them. And in a age where scientific explanations were… scarce compared to modern times, humans feared practically anything and sometimes they put their fear on the back of figures who were more symbolic.

Which meant throughout the years I had battled cursed spirits who were born from the legends of Yokai and even gods!

Kenjaku had a point in underestimating the canon cast, the Jujutsu sorcerers of this age were made out of tougher stuff in order to survive, until I killed their best and brightest that is. It made me wonder about the age Sukuna lived, the golden age of Jujutsu.

Not to mention the real full power that belonged to Sukuna of Two Faces, the original King of Curses and the one who reigned as the undisputed lord of the Heian era. The true era of Jujutsu.

I really was born too late. Or awakened in the woods too late, whatever.

Now I was waiting for my next victims. Three idiots who were probably high on their so called 'talent' and thought that they could defeat the big scary Shura. Dumbasses, even the rest of the community realized that they couldn't kill me in a fight. I taught it to them after killing their precious battalion of first grade sorcerers and the last special grade sorcerer they had.

That's why they were sending assassins who looked like hookers. Wish they could act like proper hookers as well. The way they always try to murder me BEFORE sex was getting annoying.

These sorcerers would be no different, there hadn't been a sorcerer who could give me a proper fight since I had killed Kamo Kenji, our era's special grade sorcerer. Sure he was nothing compared to Gojo Satoru but the way he used his blood manipulation and reverse cursed technique had been quite interesting.

My respect for the man had been the reason to actually invest time training blood manipulation, which had been a bitch and a half to use at the beginning.

These chumps, that I could now feel getting near from their cursed energy, would likely be nothing more than momentary entertainment. Maybe I should leave one of them alive after brutally murdering the others so that he would get stronger for revenge.

"Sakaki Shura, show yourself!" Not the one calling for me though because his voice was annoying.