Chapter 15: Weakness Disgust me

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"Quite the lively spectacle."

"What? Who's there?" Miroku's nerves jolted at the abrupt intrusion, his gaze scanning around with the intensity of a snake on the hunt. His eyes narrowed to slits, searching for the source of the unexpected voice.

Before long, he identified a young man with black hair standing nonchalantly on a flat rooftop by the roadside.

"The girl with the potential to reshape the fabric of the Jujutsu world, and the entity known as Tengen..."

"Sounds like quite the fascinating affair. Care to enlighten me?"

With his hands casually tucked into his trouser pockets, Madara stood at the rooftop's edge, his gaze cascading down on the figures below. There was a flicker of genuine interest in his demeanor.

The angle of the ascending sun in the sky cast a pronounced shadow by Madara's presence. This shadow conveniently blanketed Riko, who was already submerged in despair.

"Yes, it's him!" Riko's eyes widened ever so slightly as she recognized the black-haired young man she had glimpsed back in the restaurant.

"Could it be that he was sent here to safeguard Miss Kuroi?" Misato cradled her injured right arm, her gaze directed towards Madara, whose hands remained casually ensconced within his pockets as he stood on the rooftop's edge. The thought couldn't help but cross her mind.

"Are you affiliated with Jujutsu High?" Miroku's attention sharpened as he observed the reactions of Riko and Kuroi. He cautiously began accumulating Cursed Energy in his palms.

"Jujutsu High? I have no affiliation with them," Madara replied, a hint of disdain curling his lips. "I belong to no faction, and no faction holds the privilege to affiliated with me." With a sardonic arc forming at the corner of Madara's mouth.

Furthermore, through the act of shifting perspectives, the resolve and arrogance of the powerful have been refined over time.

It was inevitable that he would stand unwavering, avoiding submission to others or forming alliances.

Even the most renowned and traditional institution, the Jujutsu High School of the present world, falls short of meeting such criteria.

"It appears we're dealing with a mere inexperienced youngster."

Upon catching Madara's words, Miroku responded with a contemptuous smirk, albeit easing his alertness.

Even their group of Curse Users is compelled to acknowledge the formidable prowess of Jujutsu High School.

What's more, a rare phenomenon that occurs once in a century, the [Six Eyes], has also become associated with the school.

Even their assembly of Curse Users couldn't help but harbor a touch of apprehension towards the might of Jujutsu Gaozhuan.

In Madara's perception, this sudden appearance transformed him from an enigmatic intruder into a mere braggart.

"They're the ones from that place, aren't they..."

Misato's heart clenched, a sense of unease settling in.

Madara remained unperturbed by Miroku's demeanor.

Not a single ripple of perturbation arose in response to the other party's actions.

With a swift movement, Madara materialized in front of Miroku, catching everyone off guard.

He slightly lifted his gaze, directing it downward at the latter, his countenance contorted into a smug and insolent grin.

"An inexperienced youth like you wants to play with your life?"

"Inconceivable!"

Miroku's narrowed eyes widened abruptly, his body recoiling a step back, his expression a canvas of incredulity.

Clearly, he was naught but an ignorant youngster, his experiences limited.

How could someone possess such bewildering speed, rendering him incapable of swift reaction?

Close by, Darko was equally taken aback, finding himself, like Miroku, utterly oblivious to the fluidity of Madara's maneuvers!

His gaze turned earnest, and he idly stroked his hands enveloped in pristine white gloves.

"Who might you be, and is your presence tied to the Star Plasma Vessel?"

"The Star Plasma Vessel, that's how this young lady is referred to."

Upon hearing this, Madara's attention shifted briefly to Riko, who remained seated nearby on the ground. With a nonchalant demeanor, he replied,

"Indeed, I've found myself quite intrigued by her." Madara's words resonated with a composed and chilly tone.

During the prior encounter with Fushiguro at the restaurant, Madara's notice had been caught by Riko's entrance through the door.

There was something peculiar about this girl that piqued his curiosity.

Thus, his interest in Riko had been piqued to some degree.

"Could it be that Your Excellency also seeks the safety of the Star Plasma Vessel? If that's the case, our objectives align, and there's no need for hostility," Darko's words carried a newfound prudence and respect towards Madara.

Having witnessed Madara's elusive agility, Darko was disinclined to stir up trouble, particularly when it concerned the fate of the Star Plasma Vessel.

"Consider what you've just mentioned – if harm befalls this young lady, it will ripple through to Tengen and send shockwaves across the entirety of the Jujutsu realm."

"Regrettably, I have no interest in disrupting the world of Jujutsu, atleast for now."

For Madara, should he desire to overturn the foundations of the Jujutsu World, he perceives no necessity in eliminating a specific individual to achieve his aims.

Madara dismissed the notion of engaging in such a trial.

After all, the subject in question was an ordinary girl bereft of any means to oppose him.

Furthermore, from their preceding exchange, Madara had gleaned a rough understanding of Riko Tennei's potency, surmising that the enigmatic aura he sensed likely emanated from Tengen.

"So, is Your Excellency intending to engage us in combat?" Darko's gaze remained fixed on Madara.

Madara's aura assumed an air of mystique in Darko's eyes, a tinge of curiosity mingling with a hint of rivalry – not fear or retreat.

"Am I correct?" Darko's words spilled forth with a hearty chuckle.

"Right? Hahahaha—— ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... really... I mean really," Madara said thinking they were joking, after seeing their expression and eyes he stop laughing.

"Well, you were serious hmm... Well I can't really blame you, if you would have know who am I, you would have been begging by now for your lives," Madara said, while seeing them.

Confronting the grave countenance of Darko, Madara lifted his head and unleashed a resounding burst of laughter.

That audacious, exuberant laughter seemed liberated from all constraints, imbuing Madara with an overwhelming sense of arrogance in that very moment.

Yet, in the eyes of Miroku and Darko, this display stirred up a deep-seated disdain within them.

It was as if they were being disregarded, much like how Misato and Riko had been overlooked before.

No – the sentiment was even more pronounced than that.

A surge of fury ignited within their chests.

Just as they were about to abstain from further conversation, their resolve gave way, and they transitioned directly into a fierce assault on the swift young individual standing before them.

The echoes of laughter that reverberated through the alley abruptly dissipated into thin air.

Madara's countenance remained impassive, akin to a profound abyss.

Gradually, his eyes opened.

Within those crimson orbs, three Tomoe were distinctly discernible.

An eerie and foreboding aura instantaneously emanated from the depths of his soul-piercing gaze.

"You appear to be under a misconception..."

A breeze tousled Madara's raven-black hair.

As his fringe danced upon his forehead, the forms of Miroku and Dako were mirrored within the depths of his scarlet Sharingan eyes adorned with three Tomoe.

"You seem to be mistaken, a true fight can only be called when both sides are equal in strength, otherwise it can only be called preying on the weak or like one side slaughteror and weakness and weak beings disgust me." Madara said clearing their vision of what fight is called while also looking down them fully.