Chapter 101: Sorry, For The Lackluster Reappearance

On the side of the library, a massive explosion happened as two figures flew out of a dust cloud landing on a nearby rubber rooftop. Mute and Kusakabe came to a sliding stop facing each other. Kusakabe tightly holds onto his katana while his eyes are sharp. Observing every single one of Mute's muscles.

Mute's right bicep twitched as the distance between Kusakabe and Mute shrank. Mute appeared directly in front of Kusakabe throwing an overhand. The overhand soared through the air until it connected with Kusakabe's chin.

Kukaskabe stumbles before he dashes back while sheathing his blade. His eyes dilate watching Mute lunge toward him. Kusakabe slowly unsheathes his blade while he murmurs. 

" Quick Draw. "

Kusakabe's body flickered appearing next to Mute while he thrust his blade, the tip of the blade grazed Mute's side, blood spewed out of Mute's wound as the distance between Mute's heel and Kusakabe's nose shrunk and a powerful kick slammed into the bridge of Kusakabe's nose, sending him flying off the roof. 

Kusakabe's back violently slams into a white brick wall before he collapses onto a concrete sidewalk. Kusakabe lies on a sidewalk face first in agony before he pushes off the ground slowly pushing himself back on his feet. 

While Kusakabe stood up, Mute could be seen standing on the edge of the rooftop glaring at Kusakabe. Mute waited until Kusakabe locked eyes with him before he spoke.

" You know while fighting you, I've been thinking. If my grand reappearance was just killing you. It would be quite lackluster don't you think? "

Kusakabe's eyes widened watching a deranged grin appear on Mute's face, as he snapped his fingers and a curtain started to form, falling out of the sky. Kusakabe stared at Mute's cruel eyes before he spoke. 

" You know, you've changed a lot since our last battle. When I and the other first grades fought you. I noticed that your eyes were still full of concern and life. But that's changed now. Your eyes are full of anger and bloodshed. "

Mute turned his head at Kusakabe before he shrugged his shoulders and spoke.

" Being trapped in a cellar and being tortured by your sister relentlessly does that to you. But if you make it out of this alive Kusakabe, please tell Gojo, I thank him for killing my sister. "

Kusakabe looked at Mute bewildered until he noticed that the air around him was slowly stopping. Mute took a deep breath until abruptly, all the air inside the curtain stopped circulating. Kusakabe stared at Mute worried as the sound of someone choking entered his ears.

Kusakabe glanced over and saw an elderly man collapse in the middle of the road. Veins popped out of Kusakabe's head as he looked back toward Mute. Mute grinned seeing Kusakabe's angry expression before he spoke. 

" Gojo will soon realize killing my sister was a fatal flaw. She was the only one who could control me. But what do you think of this attack, I came up with? " 

The attack Mute made was something he thought of but never planned on using. Essentially, Mute used his cursed technique reversal, to stagnate the air. Creating dead air. In a few minutes hundreds of young citizens will die of suffocation. 

Kusakabe's fingers started to twitch as he held his breath. Kusakabe's plan has changed. He can no longer stall for time and wait for the others. He only has a few minutes to interrupt Mute's technique and save the lives of thousands of people. This was something that Mute had planned. 

Truthfully, Mute could careless, if his reappearance was lackluster. He just wanted a reason for Kusakabe to attack him irrationally. Mute knew he couldn't defeat Gojo and all of the other first grades that would arrive. 

Kusakabe tightly gripped the scabbard of his katana before he leapt up shooting his blade out of the scabbard, slashing at Mute's neck. The slash missed as Kusakabe skidded to stop on the rubber roof. Kusakabe pivoted his feet and started to throw an array of slashes at Mute forcing him to dash back, leaping onto another roof.

Kusakabe quickly followed him leaping onto the roof before he squatted down and spoke

" "Evening Moon Sword Drawing "

Mute's eyes widened as Kusakabe's body flickered before suddenly two Kusakabe appeared on his left and right. Mute dashed back as the two Kusakabe chased after him before in unison they spoke at the same time, overlapping their voices.

" Batto Sword Drawing. "

The Kusakabes' bodies flickered and appeared directly on the side of Mute. They swung their katanas as the blades gracefully sliced through the air. The blade inched closer towards Mute's neck until they both froze stopping mere millimeters away from Mute's neck.

" Not bad, if I didn't have a curse technique you probably would have gotten me. "

Said Mute with a grin on his face. However, unbeknownst to Mute directly behind him was another Kusakabe charging towards him. This Kusakabe was the real one. In two steps Kusakabe appeared directly behind Mute and thrusted his blade.

The blade inched closer to Mute's back until a scoff was heard and Mute vanished making Kusakabe slide forward missing his attack. Kusakabe's eyes widened in shock as he turned around and looked at Mute. 

An eerie grin appeared on Kusakabe's face as he spoke. 

" When did you notice? " 

Mute looked at Kusakabe before he shrugged his shoulders and spoke. 

" Since the beginning. "

Kusakabe let out a loud sigh as the two clones next to him slowly faded away. Kusakabe pondered himself before he smirked and a massive slash appeared across his chest. Blood spewed out of Kusakabe's chest like a fountain as he staggered back. Kusakabe exhaled and collapsed on the ground.

Mute walked over to the dying Kusakabe with a cold look on his face. Mute stood over his body before he started to enlarge the string wrapped around his forearm. The string slowly descended out of the cloak, until suddenly loud footsteps were heard to the right of Mute causing him to jerk his head at the noise. 

Mute eyes tracked blue hair until the figure went past him slicing the string. Mute let out a loud chuckle as he glanced back at the figure and spoke.

" Hey, do you know whose words these were? " I wouldn't be able to call myself a teacher if I didn't. ", Huh brat? "...