Fourth Roll: Cursed Tool

4th Roll: Cursed Tool.

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"Hmmm~"

I watched the two wolves wag their tails, having a smile that reminds of my retriever back then. The hostility they showed just a day before, was now replaced by an aura of trust and respect.

Their soft gazes look at mine, waiting for a command.

"What should I name you two? Yin and Yang? Nah too on the nose and boring... "

Now you may ask, why bother and name them? Well, I'll be with these cute guys for, I hope, a lifetime. So, naming them is a must.

"How about Komainu and Acala? It fits! Komainu wards off evil, and Acala is a god said to be the destroyer of evil!" I look at wolves, my hands patting them, " Do you like it?"

"" ARF! "" The two respond in unison

A happy bark!

I pick the names based on what the dogs are supposed to be. Shikigamis that aid Jujutsu Sorcerers in exorcising Cursed spirit, which is basically an evil spirit.

I patted them even more. I always have a soft spot for animals since I was a wee little lad. So much so, that my ambition back then was to be a zoologist!

Though, that dream slowly died when I got to college. Ehh, standard stuff, your dreams won't always come true. So moving forward and looking for another one is the only option.

But, I still love animals! And having Komainu and Acala is a dream come true! Not only are they pair of cool contrasting wolves, they're also supernatural and strong.

If my child self was to see this, he'll probably die from a seizure due to excitement.

"You two could go back now," I said.

The two wolves happily bark, and their body liquify to a viscous shadow.

"Now for the gacha," I smiled.

But before that.

" Status"

{Name

Level: 15

Stats

Str: 27

Int: 16

Vit: 40

End: 40

CU: 60%

Skills/Traits

Spearmanship: Expert

Gunmanship: Proficient

CQC: Competent

Cursed Energy Manipulation: Intermediate

}

Nice~

"Put 2 stats on strength, and the other 2 on intelligence, wisdom or whatever,"

{Str: 27>29!

Int: 16>18!

}

My body is suddenly hit by a wave of strength. I could feel skin and muscle hardened, and my mind becoming clear. I smiled.

"I could get addicted to this," I muttered. Observing my chiseled forearm. I could feel how compact with muscle each of my limbs is.

I turned to a tree. Walking to it, I form a basic boxer stance. Inhaling. I rotated my legs, going up my hips, and throwing my hands. The energy of the rotation exploaded once my fist make contact with the hard wood.

*BAM!*

A sound akin to a gunshot echoed throughout the air. My fist ripped through the wood, shrapnel launched everywhere, and a small hole was formed.

My eyes widen, and smile creep upon my face, "That was not fueled by Cursed Energy."

My raw strength is now beyond what my previous world could achieve, I'm beyond super athletic at this point.

A egotistical grin once again came back.

"Shit, making me feel excited!"

But not now. I still have a gacha to roll.

"Gacha."

{Divine Wheel!

Tokens: 1 Bronze token!

Roll!

Inventory of Items>0}

"Roll!"

The window morphed into a wheel once again. It has the same look as before, and nothing really changes.

The wheel spins. I waited patiently, not really that excited. I mean, I already got one of the best innate techniques in the show, what more could I ask for?

Maybe, Gojo's six eyes, and limitless but that's pushing it a bit much.

The wheel eventually stopped, landing on one of the slot.

"?"

[🎉 CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE GAIN "RYU BANG!!!]

" Ryu bang?" I assume that's a Cursed Tool," But, I never of such a weapon in the show... "

I mentally pressed the name of the weapon, the window shift once again, this time it transformed into an information window akin to that of souls item description.

{Name: Ryu Bang(Retractable Staff)

Description: A Cursed Tool that can extend and reduce in length. Its durability is increased to handle the strain of constant changes.

Properties: Can extend to 20 meters or More.

}

Ryu Bang? As in, Ryu Jingu Bang? The staff that the fucking Monkey King himself use!

Without hesitation, I immediately summoned the newly gained item.

"Wow..."

I observe the ornate staff, taking in the complex design of its engravings I was tangled in a trance due to its complexity. I could feel small Cursed Energy oozing from its architecture.

The Staff is roughly the same length as my 5"8' size, only beating me about an inch.

I twirl, spin, and slash with the Bo staff. Familiarizing myself to its feeling when gripped, how my CU interact with its own.

"Hmm, I guess I have to infuse my Cured Energy to extend it."

I pointed it upwards, injecting the staff with my cursed energy with the intent to extend it.

"Shit!-"

I widen in surprise, as the both ends of the bo extended, and engraving itself into the hard ground. missing my feet, in an inch.

I sweated in fear, as the staff was able to crack the ground with little effort. And its strongly buried in the ground, as it took a bit of my effort to get the thing out.

"Hahaha! Holy shit! This thing is amazing!"

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BREAK

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" Albert! Albert! " Elvis voice suddenly boomed out of nowhere .

My face tightens in annoyance, " What!? " I shouted.

I watched as Elvis ran up to me, stopping and panting.

" Y-ou Ah! Woul-d'nt haa! Believe-"

"Oh my God, breath, take your damn time; you like you're gonna suffocate," I grabbed my wooden container, and handed it to the dying man.

"Haa! - Thank you!" Elvis deepthroated the water container, licking it for every damn drop of water.

I look in disbelief, my guy has better handling than most girls I've meet. Hahahah, cough, that's a damn lie.

What got you like this, my guy? You like you just run a whole ass marathon.

"Okay now? Ready to speak?" I grabbed Elvis hand in support.

He nodded, still breathing air like a man who just ran a race. You know what, maybe he fucking did.

"So, what's up," I said in a monotone voice.

"Albert! The black Dogs came back!" Elvis shouted, startling me from the suddenness.

My eyes widened in interest. Black Dogs ey, the mercenary group that Celestine employed to aid in the war effort.

And Albert, once the target of infatuation.

To me, the group means absolutely nothing to me. I'm apathetic of their actions; I'm a whole ass different individual than Albert. I don't really care for a group that disguises itself as a philanthropic union.

What do I mean by this?

The Black Dogs have been reported to be quite volatile. Being seen to take women of every age to supposedly "support" them, and help to relax. The leader himself is shady and two-faced as hell.

But, with the help of the Princess Knights and a fucking Goddess these unsavory action has been literally sweep under the rug.

So yeah, I don't care.

"That's, what got you acting like this?" I said, my voice lingered in vexation.

"Of course! The heroic group of humanity is coming again here!" Elvis voice is full of excitement, "And, I promised my niece that I will get an autograph for her. So, I'm excited as fuck!"

Elvis turned to look at me, " And also, the goddess herself is finally gonna show her beautiful brilliance once again to the public! And! All the Princesses also regroup in a meeting!"

" Albert! You don't know how rare this is! The literal heroes of humanity are going in here! " Elvis excitedly proclaimed, his eyes borders to madness. As his voice is beginning to sound like Alvin the chipmunk.

"Okay, okay! I get it! Stop shaking me, Jesus Christ! "

What the hell, happened to the composed Elvis? Motherfucker acting like he got kissed by God himself.

Elvis let go of his grasp, and breathe to calm himself down. I look at the fanboy with a tired expression.

"So what time will they get here?" I asked.

As much as I don't care about Black Dogs, my intrest on the Princess Knights and their strength excites me a bit not gonna lie.

And, I haven't seen all of them, only Claudia, and Alicia. The other 5 haven't seen them fully.

"I knew it! You're excited too! Haha! No need to lie my dear Albert, the Princess Knights and Sir. Vault are amazing individuals, it's only natural for us common folks to idolize them, " Elvis then went on a rant, and lists the efforts and exploits of the group.

I stared at him dead eyes, I pinched thr bridge of my nose and grabbed my spear.

I hit Elvis' side with the polearm. Shutting the guy incoherent yapping.

"Ow! What was that for??" Elvis rubbed his side.

"Stop blabbering, my guy. I get it, you like them. That's why I'm asking you what time they'll be coming so we can both see them."

Elvis face lights up," Yes of course, of course, they said they'll arrive near dusk. "

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