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"Damn it, damn it all!!!"
Was this what they called a one-sided massacre?
Zenin Naoya clenched his fists, his face dark with rage. He could only watch as those stunning girls stormed into the ranks of the Kukuru Unit and the Hei, striking with relentless precision.
These were the elite fighters his family had spent endless resources to train, yet they fell like blades of grass, powerless against the girls' effortless assault.
"Curse Technique: Foxfire Blaze!"
Sora, now towering and mature, had been infused with Yuto's deep well of spiritual energy, reverting to her peak form as Hikaru Genji. With a sharp cry, the fox-eared beauty swung her short katana, Tamamo, tracing elegant arcs through the air.
Thin, razor-like sword energies burst from the blade's tip. Wrapped in spiritual flames that scorched the air, they spiraled forward at blinding speed, shrieking as they ripped through the Kukuru Unit's formation.
In moments, fierce flames roared to life, paired with dense streams of sword energy. The martial artists, lacking any cursed power, screamed in helpless agony.
Even amidst this bloody chaos, the little fox girl remained calm. To her, a maid existed to serve her master. Beyond tending to his needs, cutting down disobedient "trash" was just another duty.
"Such insolence!"
The Hei, watching the Kukuru Unit get torn apart, finally stirred. As the Zenin family's last ace, this team of seasoned first-grade jujutsu sorcerers far outclassed the ordinary humans in the Kukuru Unit.
Crack!
A pair of massive stone hands erupted from the ground, breaking through dirt and dust. They lunged toward the fox-eared beauty in midair.
"Perfect! That's Uncle Chojuro's counterattack! The Hei are striking back!!" Naoya shouted.
"Too weak."
But before the Hei could cheer, a faint female voice cut through the air.
"What!!??"
Who was that?
Under the Hei's stunned stares, a striking figure in a red and white miko robe flashed across the sky, katana in hand. A massive demonic aura surged, forming a ghostly face behind her.
Her sword energy splintered into countless wild streams, like a thousand sharp blades radiating from the point of impact. In an instant, the stone hands crumbled to dust.
The storm of sword energy didn't stop there. It tore up the stone tiles below, carving deep, jagged trenches. Flying sword energies and debris shot out like bullets, sending severed limbs soaring along curved paths.
It swept through the Hei like a blade through butter. Ten seconds later, blood rained from the sky, and the ground became a gore-streaked mess. The "soil" thickened by inches, turning the scene into a crimson nightmare.
"Tsk, disgusting."
Kiryuin Kaede wrinkled her nose at the filthy ground. She lifted her strong, graceful legs and leaped into the air, avoiding the muck below.
By now, every member of the Zenin family's two combat units lay dead under the terrifying sword energy. Zenin Naoya felt like he was trapped in a twisted dream.
'How could this happen?'
'How could it be so fast...!'
'You useless idiots, weren't you supposed to back me as clan head?'
But now, they couldn't even handle a few frail girls.
"Do you have time to stand there dazed?"
A hoarse female voice rasped behind him. The blond youth spun around.
He saw a ponytail-wearing girl, nunchucks in one hand and Zenin Ogi's severed head in the other, walking toward him with a blank expression.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Realizing escape was impossible, Naoya let out a crazed laugh under the crushing pressure. "You think... you, a useless woman, can beat me?"
His pride refused to let this once-scorned failure stand as his equal.
"Let's find out."
Maki's eyes burned with raw killing intent. Old grudges and fresh hatred fueled her. Today, she'd end this blond man with her own hands or her heart would never rest.
"Die!"
When enemies clash, words mean nothing. Naoya sneered, unleashing his feral killing intent. Shrouded in cursed energy, he moved with startling speed, vanishing from sight.
He threw a vicious punch at the unprepared Maki.
Boom!
Before the echo faded, a terrifying force, like a runaway train, sent the caught-off-guard girl flying.
"Damn it."
Even with Bride Nero's skill boosts, Zenin Maki's body was tough and her defenses solid. Still, Naoya's hit left her head spinning and her limbs aching.
"There's more!"
"Projection Curse Technique!!!"
Zenin Naoya pressed his advantage, roaring as he swung his fists wildly. Cursed energy fueled his punches, slamming into the ground like falling rocks, denting Maki's back and nearly snapping her waist.
"!"
Stars danced in Maki's vision. Her nunchucks, Yuyun, flew from her grip, lost somewhere. Her insides churned, nearly forcing her to retch.
The frenzied Naoya gave her no break. His massive fists hammered her head and face like a storm. She blocked the first few with her arms, but the bone-deep pain made her grit her teeth.
'A cornered beast fights hardest. Against the Projection Curse Technique, there's one answer: be faster!'
Whoosh!
Steadying herself, she threw a sudden punch, catching the cocky Naoya square on the jaw. The blow flipped him backward, tumbling through the air.
That punch carried hundreds of pounds of force. Maki thought it'd smash his face and knock him out cold. But to her shock, Naoya sprang up the moment he hit the ground, charging again.
"Worthless, I'll kill you today!"
"You think I'll let you live?"
Neither dodged, roaring as they traded blows like enraged bulls locking horns. The brutal sounds of their punches rang out nonstop—flesh meeting flesh with the force of rolling logs or clashing metal. The noise alone was enough to turn stomachs.
Thanks to Nero's enhancements, Maki shifted just enough to lessen the worst of his hits. They brawled with reckless abandon, lives on the line.
Even Mei and the others watching nearby frowned.
"Should we help Miss Zenin?" one asked.
"No need. This is their family mess. We outsiders just finish the tasks Master gave us," Misaki replied. "Sora, find someone in charge to clean up the battlefield. We'll wait for Miss Maki to wrap this up."
"Got it."
Following Misaki's orders, the little fox girl shrank back to her loli form and darted off on slender legs. Meanwhile others kept watching the fight unfold.
...
After a long struggle, Maki's enhanced stamina finally tipped the scales. With a fierce glare, she lunged at Naoya. Her fists erupted with power, knocking him flat, then pounded his face relentlessly.
"No, I can't die here!"
Feeling his life slip away, Naoya panicked, scrambling to summon his cursed energy for a comeback. But a sharp gunshot rang out from the distance.
Bang!
A bullet of cursed energy streaked through the air, punching a gaping hole through the blond youth's forehead.
"Within seven steps, a gun beats fists every time, right?"
Mai shrugged, blowing smoke from her pistol with a cool look, aimed at the bloodied Maki.
With that, the last conflict in the jujutsu world ended.
........
Time flowed on, days slipping by after Yuto's brutal revenge. The supernatural realm reeled like a storm had hit. Everyone knew the young tyrant was truly furious this time.
No one bothered counting the dead. They only knew one thing: never cross the tyrant again.
.......
One early morning, in the familiar backyard of the Keikain family, all of Yuto's followers gathered, awaiting their new king's rise.
Representing the demon faction was Iwanako Kotoko, joined by the elegant, curvy Kiryuin Kaede, and the calm Oikawa Setsurai with her daughter. Maojoji, recently recovered from a grave illness, stared at the boy on the throne, feeling like she was dreaming.
She'd thought her life was over. Implanted with the Sesshoseki, she was bound to follow the Nura clan demons to the underworld. Yet, against all odds, she'd survived, one of the few Nura demons left.
Gazing at the spirited, handsome youth on the throne, the charming curly-haired woman blushed and ducked her head, a flicker of guilt in her chest.
'Does he even remember me? I'm just a nobody demon, after all.'
Lost in self-pity, she mustered the courage to look up and caught Yuto's gentle gaze resting on her for a moment.
"As I've said, demons like Miss Maojoji will now serve directly under me in the demon group," Yuto declared. "The Onmyoji led by the Keikain family will form the Onmyoji group, and the curse technique domain under the Zenin sisters will be the Curse Technique group."
"Listen up. Under my command, I don't care about old rivalries or dusty rules holding anyone back. I hold the secret Imperial Onmyoji techniques, access to the Clock Tower for magecraft, the guarded skills of the Three Great Families, and more waiting for you to claim."
"Serve me loyally, and the rewards will come."
"As expected of Lord Yuto," someone murmured. "With kindness and strength, he's united the supernatural world and became the true Heavenly Tyrant."
Behind Yuto, Benio, Misaki Mei, Yukino, and others watched him, his every move radiating authority. Their hearts raced, cheeks flushing, as if his presence had etched itself into their souls.
His words sparked excitement among his followers below. A new era in the supernatural world was dawning.
His new "reward points system" lit a fire under his subordinates. Maintain order, eliminate threats like weirdos and filth, and earn rewards from Yuto : magecraft, curse techniques, Onmyoji arts, etc.
The bait was set, dangling just out of reach. What would the future hold? At the very least, it couldn't be worse than now. And if all else failed, Yuto himself had their backs.
...….
After the meeting, his followers dispersed to their tasks. Yuto arrived at his sprawling private residence. After a moment's thought, he activated his Command Seals, summoning the three female members left from slaying the Twelve Heavenly Generals; Kasukami, Zeze Miku, Sakura Sada along with Benio's master, Mitejima Subaru, to his secret chamber.
"Master..."
After days of training, these women were fully obedient. They'd shared plenty of playful moments together. Seeing their young master again, the three shyly crawled to his feet as he'd taught them.
Kasukami, Miku, and Sakura were not only strong but breathtakingly beautiful.
Petite Miku looked young but was the oldest of the Generals. She had a sharp-tongued yet secretly soft-hearted. Clad in a Gothic lolita kimono, she had a loose master-disciple bond with the golden-haired, bespectacled Sakura.
The purple-haired Kasukami, stiff as a machine, kept a blank face and was close to Subaru.
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