Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 50 is the ability of Nen "Circle" Wow! Retreat quickly!
【ah】

【GYaaa】

The bloated body pushed aside the wooden stakes rooted in the ground, and the wood fibers cracked and scattered with a crisp creaking sound. The cursed spirit raised its head, and its twisted limbs supported its irregular head, revealing a peak that was higher than the trees.

"From the outside, it looks like a stripped, underdeveloped human being."

Swish————

The pitch-black school uniforms were not even stained by a single fallen leaf. The students of Kyoto School shuttled through the woods at an extremely fast speed, occasionally leaping into the air to scan the entire battlefield.

Nishiko was also among the crowd. As a member of the medical class, she felt it would be better for her to follow the students from the Kyoto school.

After all, it is really hard to imagine how Gojo Satoru and the others were injured.

Oh no, Fujimaru could imagine that the guy always felt like he would get a few fatal wounds at any time.

He is obviously weak, but he is alive. And because he always comes back alive, Glass and others all concede that "Fujimaru Ritsuka will not lose."

"The Weakest Undefeated Divine Lord"! A grand series!

But
As Glass followed the Kyoto school, she recalled the conversation with Fujimaru when she left, and she still felt a little suspicious.

——Fujimaru, don't you plan to move a little? Since Gojo and Geto will choose to look for you first, moving a little can also delay time, right?
[No, no need. 】

【He will be here soon. 】

(I think the 'he' refers to Gojo.)
(But even if there are five, it should take time to search and move.)

Fujimaru Ritsuka, what on earth are you doing?
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"Hey hoo~hey hoo~"

At this time, at the initial gathering point of the Kyoto school, only Fujimaru was left, doing leg bending stretches.

Stretch your body as much as possible, relax your muscles and bones, and twist your waist.

The muscle structure that a boy of his age can form is far beyond the ability of the boy to support the thin technical high school uniform, outlining clear and strong lines. As if it was too much trouble, the boy took off his coat, leaving only the tight black combat suit.

Click.

The joints made a crackling sound, and the boy's body was gradually returning to a fierce fighting state.

【Hey, kid. 】

At this moment, he heard Ryomen Sukuna's greeting in his mind.

[You seem to be able to handle it with ease~ That kid called Gojo Satoru, if I'm not mistaken, that technique is the inherited technique of the Gojo family, right? ]

In the mental imagery of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, Ryoumian Sukuna sat leisurely on his throne, propping up his face and looking up at the illusory screen.

What was played there was everything that Fujimaru could see from his perspective.

Although Fujimaru Ritsuka could completely block Ryoumen Sukuna's perception of the outside world if he wanted to, he rarely does so.

There was no reason, at least Ryoumen Sukuna didn't know the reason. He just thought that Fujimaru Ritsuka might be kind-hearted and was afraid that this "centenarian" would be bored staying alone in his body.

Humph, damn kid, so infuriating.

Even though he felt a little unhappy about being taken care of, Ryomen Sukuna had not been able to speak to anyone for a thousand years. The first person he saw after reviving was Fujimaru Ritsuka. Although he was the King of Curses, the instinct to talk to people still existed, and he couldn't help but start to pour out words.

[Although I have never fought against the Gojo family's Six Eyes in my lifetime, I do have some understanding of it. As a technique, its performance is probably first-rate among first-rate. Hehe, if I could take away that little devil's body, it would be much more comfortable than staying in your body.]

[To put it bluntly——]

Ryoumen Sukuna sneered.

You can't win.

"is it?"

Fujimaru didn't care at all and stretched his body. His unexpectedly sturdy body continued to heat up during the stretching exercise, and in the end it seemed as if even his muscles had vitality and were "surging" around his body.

【.】

Seeing that Fujimaru was unwilling to respond, Ryomen Sukuna felt bored and annoyed.

Little boy, I am taking the initiative to talk to you.

Whose favor did you think you were rejecting? It was the favor of the Cursed King!
Just when Ryoumen Sukuna was about to remember this grudge——

"But, do you want to make a bet?"

【roar?】

Fujimaru's warm-up reached the jumping exercise part. He jumped twice on the spot and spoke casually.

"Anyway, I can't really let you out, Sukuna-san. It must be boring to be alone in there, right? Let's make a bet to enrich our spiritual life."

"Mr. Sukuna bet that I would lose to Satoru, and I bet on the tail."

"The bet is——"

Fujimaru Ritsuka paused, and Ryomen Sukuna was looking forward to what he would say.

However.
"What should we have for dinner today?"

【boring.】

Sukuna answered immediately.

"Hey~ But wasn't Mr. Sukuna quite curious last time we ate at Saria?"

[As long as you release the authority, I can taste it - it tastes terrible. Compared to that kind of thing, human flesh seems delicious.]

Sukuna's laughter echoed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind.

[Women, children, once you taste that kind of meat, there's no going back.]

[Hehe, since we want to bet on a dinner party, that's not a bad idea. If I win, we can eat human flesh tonight~ At times like this, I'll regret that my former cooking teacher is not around~]

Sukuna's voice was not unpleasant, but rather had a special kind of magnetism. Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that it sounded a bit like his acquaintance Mr. Archer.

But unlike Archer, every word he said was filled with pure malice, and he seemed to take pleasure in mocking others.

But what Sukuna didn't know was that he might want to disgust Fujimaru in this way. After all, in Sukuna's eyes, Fujimaru was an absolute good man.

But, in fact, he was not the first guy to invite Fujimaru to eat human flesh.

(Shuten said something similar before.)

Fujimaru thought indifferently.

However, I wasn't that angry.

Eat people? I'll eat you! (Lick)

Perhaps Sukuna thinks Fujimaru is a so-called 'good man', but in this respect, Fujimaru is also somewhat special.

[As a good person, you will not discriminate against evil. Even if you are tortured by evil, you will still be kind.]

Moriarty, the criminal emperor among the Heroic Spirits, once said this to Fujimaru. So to be honest, no matter how evil Sukuna showed in front of him, Fujimaru's anger would hardly rise - after all, he had seen a lot.

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"Haha, I see~"

Fujimaru smiled easily.

【.Tsk.】

Sukuna couldn't help smacking his lips when he once again didn't get a satisfactory response.

"Then I accept the bet."

[Wait, idiot, restraint is not that kind of thing. You have the right to control eating. Such restraint is unequal to both parties and will not have a restraining effect.]

Sukuna said impatiently.

[Change my request. If you win, I will show you the advanced application of the simple field. No, I will show you the expansion of the field.]

"Hey? Is that okay?"

Fujimaru was a little surprised.

Mr. Sukuna! Are you still the old man with the ring?!
【Humph】

Sukuna propped up his face and slumped his body nonchalantly on the throne of bones behind him.

For Ryoumen Sukuna, whether it's a bet or a battle, as long as it's 'failure', it means the end of everything.

The loser has no right to choose, the weak has no freedom to survive, and once you lose, it doesn’t matter if you are completely controlled by the other party.

That is Ryomen Sukuna’s outlook on life.

Although he had sensed a little bit of Fujimaru's peculiarity, given his arrogance and vision, he still didn't think Fujimaru could win.

Unless, he lends his body to himself.

anyway--

At that moment, both Sukuna and Fujimaru felt a mysterious feeling, as if a transparent ribbon was wrapped around their bodies.

The bondage has already been established.

Fujimaru Ritsuka curled the corners of his mouth.

Just the right time.

He straightened up, completed the last step of his warm-up, and closed his eyes.

Then, slowly squat down and turn around.

His hands were lightly placed on his waist, as if ready to draw his sword.

That is--

【New Yin Style. Simple Field】

The transparent semicircle spread out from Fujimaru, and the rotating light circle surrounded the distance of several meters beyond the feet, rising up and isolating the outside. Fujimaru Ritsuka gradually calmed his eyes, and the dark blue light began to rotate, like a dark moon sinking into a lake.

The body was stretched to the limit, like a fully drawn bowstring, and the swollen flesh stretched the black tights by a full circle.

Simple field?
Sukuna opened his eyes wide.

The level of completion is very high. It doesn't look like a novice who has only studied for a few weeks, but - Sukuna has seen it before, so it's not worth being surprised.

I'm surprised why it has to be launched now?

The deployment of a simple field requires a large amount of magical power. Deploying the field when the enemy has not appeared will only waste physical strength and lead to self-destruction.

And with Sukuna's perception, there is no cursed power like Gojo Satoru within a radius of 100 meters.

Just when Sukuna was wondering about the significance of this action, his eyes suddenly froze.

Could it be that Fujimaru thought that Gojo Satoru would instantly cross hundreds of meters to attack him?

Is it possible?

That should be enough.

In the still image, Fujimaru stands calmly in the middle of a clearing in the woods.

And without any warning, in the next frame Fujimaru's hair suddenly fell to one side!
At the same time, the surrounding trees suddenly took on the texture of honeycombs, and were gently blown into expansion, turning into cotton. It seemed that the loose structure inside the wall could be vaguely seen.

【Buzz buzz buzz.】

Settled mud, tangled trees, broken leaves.

All matter within sight began to 'climb', as if being forcibly grasped and pulled up by invisible hands.

Everything is 'tilted'.

The stuttering picture was playing as unsmoothly as if it were an old TV.

But in the next frame!
In the next moment!

coming!

In a moment that even sound could not capture, a white shadow crossed a hundred meters and arrived in an instant, its body suspended in mid-air, with one arm pulled back and its legs arched and raised!

Yes! Yes! It’s Gojo Satoru!!

He! How did he get here? What happened?!
I don’t know, but war is inevitable!
! !
Stand still.

Turn around.

look at each other.

Everything was done almost simultaneously.

Fujimaru and Gojo Satoru who was flying in the air looked at each other. They could both see each other's eyes jumping with excitement, even to the point of red pupils.

When did it come?

How to do it?

Well, that's all.

There is only one important thing at this time.

war!
Thunder rushed out! Fists swiped! The nectar of spell power turned into a burning stream and splashed out! The smiles of the two people and their heavy love for each other! Righteousness! Hegemony! Truth! Illuminated until they were fucking sparkling!

Fight!

Please watch the next episode!
The Weakest vs. the Strongest

(End of this chapter)