Chapter 87

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Naoya didn't expect to find much of interest. No matter how incompetent his uncle Ogi was, he doubted that Maki could defeat him.

The only reason he followed Jinichi's order was because he wanted to take one last look at Mai's body... Since that "pleasant" night, Mai had served him a few more times whenever he was too agitated.

It had been gratifying, every time. Seeing Maki's face submitting to him filled him with incomparable excitement. He liked that.

Maki had grown into a beautiful woman, but her crappy personality wasn't something that attracted Naoya. Luckily, Mai was there for him, and despite her also joining a Jujutsu school, he knew that whenever he wanted, he just had to go fetch her, no matter where she was hiding.

He didn't consider himself one of the fastest for nothing.

Walking through the corridor that led to the warehouse, Naoya narrowed his eyes as he noticed several dead guards along the way.

It seemed that no matter how much of a piece of trash Maki was, she could still deal with a few idiots. Nothing surprising, considering the level of the other trash without innate techniques.

But...

Noticing a huge hole in one of the guards' chests, Naoya raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

Could Maki have done something like that?

"..." Shaking his head, he simply shrugged as he continued. "She must've used a cursed tool or something."

Kicking one of the bodies aside, he stopped in front of the warehouse door, his eyes scanning the cracks when he noticed a bit of cursed energy leaking out.

'Ogi felt so pressured that he had to use that much cursed energy? How humiliating.' Naoya spat disdainfully and, grabbing the doorknob, he opened it all at once. 'That's why trash like him will never become the clan head—'

Stepping inside the warehouse, his eyes widened when instead of finding Ogi standing over the lifeless bodies of Maki and Mai, he saw a pile of ashes with Ogi's broken sword on the ground. Urgency filled his eyes as he turned to see a pink-haired boy emitting a huge amount of cursed energy.

"What the hell is this?" Naoya was confused, quickly noticing Maki and Mai lying in front of the pink-haired boy. "Who the hell are you?"

Narrowing his eyes, a vein throbbed on his forehead as the boy remained focused. Naoya gritted his teeth as he let his own cursed energy flow through his body. "Screw it, Ogi isn't here, so I'll assume you killed him."

And with a malicious smile, Naoya prepared to rush toward the boy, who seemed to be in some kind of ritual with the two girls' bodies.

"I'll make you regret invading this—"

"Black..."

Stepping forward, his eyes widened when a voice came from behind him, his head quickly turning to see the same pink-haired boy preparing his fist, overflowing with cursed energy.

'A clone?—'

"Flash!!!"

Boom!

As Itadori's fist landed squarely on Naoya's back, he gritted his teeth as he was sent flying across the warehouse, blood spilling from his mouth.

"Damn it!" Stopping his momentum with his feet, Naoya turned with veins bulging on his forehead, the pain in his back intensifying, causing his legs to tremble. "Who are you, you bastard?!"

Itadori's clone blinked with a surprised look as Naoya turned toward him, his eyes landing on his own fist as he scratched his head in confusion. "Damn, 50% really reduced my power... I should've broken his spine."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Naoya was about to question him, but the sudden bile rising in his throat stopped him, his eyes widening as he began to vomit everything in his stomach.

The clone just shrugged. "Well, it was still serious damage to the spine, should be enough."

The Zenin wiped his lips, his face twisted in fury as he lifted his head to face the young sorcerer, allowing cursed energy to overflow from his body.

He didn't know what any of this meant, but the boy in front of him had pissed him off enough.

Given that there were two of them, it was easy to assume his technique was cloning, making him the likely culprit behind the clan invasion. But no matter how painful the attack was, it wouldn't be enough to take him down. Cloning was far from a technique that could compare to Projection Sorcery.

Naoya wouldn't be intimidated by trash pretending to be strong.

He would deal with the invader with his own hands.

"You piece of trash..." Seeing Itadori watching him with crossed arms, Naoya gritted his teeth in frustration. "Don't pretend you're in control!"

!

Disappearing from the young sorcerer's sight, Naoya moved toward him at a blinding speed.

But as he closed in and prepared to strike, he was surprised to see the boy raise his arms to defend, Naoya's fist hitting his guard and pushing him back.

'He reacted?'

Leaping back, Itadori shook his arm with a cocky look, a small smile forming on his lips. 'Projection Sorcery.'

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the Zenin. 'An impressive technique, but its weakness is that while using it, Naoya can't change the trajectory of his movement.

That leaves him with a limited number of actions, so assuming he'll always come at me to attack, I just need to block the right spot or dodge at the exact moment he moves.'

Itadori raised his fists, positioning himself confidently in front of his opponent as he sneered at Naoya's venomous glare.

'But even knowing that, I can tell...'

!

With the Zenin vanishing from sight, Itadori jumped to avoid being hit as Naoya suddenly punched where he had been.

'This is going to be a pain.'

Kicking Naoya in the face, Itadori growled as the Zenin disappeared and reappeared a few meters away, the young sorcerer landing firmly on the ground and rushing toward his target.

"Too slow!"

Naoya sneered as he dodged Itadori's punch and countered with an elbow to the face. Yuji quickly seized the opportunity to grab his arm.

But just as Itadori was about to bring him down, the Zenin vanished once again, a fist hitting the young sorcerer's face as Naoya appeared beside him.

"Damn it!" Itadori cursed as he spat blood, his hand moving to his jacket and pulling out a smoke bomb.

Boom!

And triggering it immediately, a smoke explosion forced Naoya to step back, his eyes narrowing as he tried to locate Itadori through the smoke screen.

'How irritating!' Inside the smoke, Itadori muttered while sitting on the floor. 'I can't wait for a chance to land multiple hits on him; I need to be as precise as the previous Black Flash.'

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he gazed up at the wooden ceiling with a knowing look. 'I think as long as I don't hit my original body, it should be fine.'

Standing up, he dusted off his pants before sighing, his expression hardening as cursed energy gathered in his fists. 'Damn, what's taking the original so long?!'

!

With a powerful clap, the smoke cleared, revealing Itadori to Naoya, who stared at him in frustration.

"Found you, you piece of trash!" Naoya growled, preparing to rush forward.

But as he noticed the boy quickly punching the ground to pull out a piece of wood, Naoya's eyes narrowed in suspicion. 'What is he doing?'

Wondering, his doubts were quickly answered when the young sorcerer threw the piece of wood at the ceiling, splitting a support pillar that came crashing down toward the Zenin.

Naoya saw this as a minor inconvenience, leaping to avoid the pillar. He turned toward Itadori, only to see another piece of wood hit the ceiling.

But this time, instead of just one wooden pillar, the entire ceiling trembled, causing Naoya's eyes to widen.

"Damn it!"

Cursing as the ceiling began to collapse on him, he moved with his technique to avoid being crushed.

!

But to his misfortune, his movements seemed to have been perfectly anticipated when his eyes widened, sensing a strong surge of cursed energy beside him.

"Black..."

Turning to see Itadori next to him, fist ready to strike, Naoya's mouth opened in disbelief.

"Flash—"

Itadori threw his punch, but instead of the usual feeling of hitting flesh with overwhelming power, only the resistance of air met his hand. His eyes widened in alarm.

"Did you really think I'd fall for that twice?"

Hearing a voice beside him, Itadori immediately tried to retreat, but a sharp slash to his throat made him stagger backward instead, blood gushing from the wound.

Naoya, now holding a knife, smiled in satisfaction as he watched the boy clutch his neck in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.

"You piece of trash!" Kicking Itadori in the stomach, Naoya knocked him to the ground and quickly mounted over him. "Know your damn place!"

With a sadistic grin, he stomped hard on the boy's throat, making him choke on his own blood.

"What's the matter? Where's all that confidence? Show me!" Naoya kept pressing on the wound, his smile widening as Itadori raised a hand, seemingly asking him to stop. "Want to beg for mercy? Don't be foolish! I'm just getting started—"

But just as he seemed to deny the plea for mercy, he grew confused when Itadori suddenly pointed to something beside him, his eyes narrowing as he turned to see a fist inches from his face.

"Huh?"

Boom!

"Black Flash!"

Naoya was sent flying, crashing into the rubble of the fallen ceiling, blood streaming down his face as he struggled to breathe.

The clone laughed at the sight and, turning to his original body, stood up while keeping pressure on the cut on his neck. "You could've taken a little longer..."

Itadori chuckled at that and, placing a hand on his clone's shoulder, began to absorb him. "Leave the rest to me."

The clone nodded before merging completely with Itadori, the young sorcerer sighing as the memories came flooding into him.

"I have some unfinished business with this man."

Stepping forward, Itadori watched as Naoya struggled to his feet, blood in his eyes preventing him from seeing properly as he groaned in pain.

"Damn you... You think everything will be fine after this? The other clans will hunt you down for attacking an ally," Naoya muttered between breaths, wiping the blood from his eyes as he stopped to glare at Itadori with a dark expression. "How stupid did you have to be to attack us like this?!"

Itadori remained silent, his eyes narrowing as he approached the sorcerer.

"Stupid?" He asked, stopping in front of Naoya with an impassive face, which seemed to unsettle the Zenin, who took a step back. "Look at your situation—do you really think you're in a position to insult anyone?"

!

Naoya's eyes widened as the young sorcerer suddenly kicked, his mouth opening in a scream of pain as a loud crack echoed, his eyes dropping to see his knee shattered. "Damn it! You bastard!"

Naoya cursed, saliva dripping from his lips as he clutched his broken leg.

"Screaming already?"

Standing imposingly over the injured Naoya, Itadori asked with a smile, his hands slowly coming together as cursed energy rapidly spread through his body. "I'm just getting started."

"Domain Expansion...

Hunting Territory."