A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 106 A Long Day, Part Six

Hold both hands above the table.

One is thick and strong with a lighter skin tone, while the other is relatively slender with distinct knuckles.

The next moment, the muscles in both of their arms bulged and swelled simultaneously, and the power of the spell surged from under their skin, winding and flowing along their arms like ripples, emitting visible energy fluctuations.

Despite Tobias's obvious physical advantage, Hiromi Hirashiro's efficiency in utilizing his magical power and his explosive output were overwhelmingly powerful.

The standoff lasted less than three seconds.

With a dull thud, Tobias's hand was firmly pressed onto the solid wood table by an irresistible force.

"We lost decisively—but this result is actually making me even angrier."

Nearby, a Black sorcerer wearing reflective sunglasses and sporting a full head of thick, dreadlocks crossed his arms and commented with a slightly sarcastic tone.

He felt that Tobias, a fellow first-level mage from continental Europe, had lost too quickly and too decisively, which was somewhat embarrassing.

"What, Kamau, you don't believe me? You think I'm going easy on you?" Tobias shook his still slightly numb wrist, stood up and moved aside, shrugging at Kamau. "Then you'll see for yourself."

The black sorcerer, Kamau, looked suspiciously at Tobias, then at Hiromi Hitsugaya, who was calmly stretching his wrists. He stood up instinctively and placed one hand on the hilt of the Damascus steel sword at his waist.

"You guys—you're not putting on an act for me, are you?" he asked warily. "Tobias, did you and this Japanese friend agree on some terms beforehand?"

"Are you blind?!" Tobias pointed at Hiromi's arm in annoyance.

"Can't you see the magical power within him?! He's far stronger than he appears; it's just that his skinny, office worker look is too deceptive!"

He pondered for a while and finally came up with a brilliant analogy: "It's like a cup of seemingly harmless, mild and sweet half-sweet milk tea."

But once you drink it, you realize it's filled with a thick, rich, and potent creamy mushroom soup! And with extra cheese!

Kamau looked at Tobias, whose face was flushed and who didn't seem to be faking it, with some skepticism, but in the end he sat down in the seat that the latter had given up and extended his hand as well.

Thanks to his stronger physique and the strength and endurance afforded by his racial gifts, he lasted for about two more seconds.

Then, with the same muffled thud, the back of his hand was firmly pressed onto the table.

"6

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Kamau silently withdrew his hand, looked down at his slightly trembling fingers, and after a moment raised his head, admitting in a complicated tone: "—Brother Nissan, I admit defeat this time. Everyone here knows my wrist strength and foundation, Tobias—he didn't lie."

He turned to the other European sorcerers around him, some sitting and some standing, each with a different expression, and his tone changed from probing and sarcastic to pragmatic and straightforward.

"So, shall we end this chatter here? We've all gathered here to find a new way out and a reliable new employer."

Now is the time to "show our loyalty." Let's quickly discuss what we'll be doing next.

The atmosphere eased slightly, and everyone took their seats in the spacious booths, forming a circle.

Gracia seemed to have been watching the commotion, and at just the right moment, she gracefully approached carrying a tray with a dozen or so freshly mixed cocktails on it.

The wine displays a fiery orange-red gradient color and exudes a unique aroma that is aggressive, a blend of tropical fruit and spirits.

She gracefully and skillfully placed the wine glasses in front of everyone.

Yoshino Junpei carefully picked up the classic stemmed glass in front of him and tentatively took a small sip.

The first sensation on the tip of the tongue is the subtle saltiness from the salt-carved edge of the glass, followed by the lively fruit acidity of the wine upon entry, and then the mellow caramel sweetness that melts in the mouth.

The flavors are distinct yet cleverly blended together, each seemingly perfectly positioned at the most suitable boundary.

It tastes great—but the alcohol content seems a bit high, it's a little harsh on the throat.

Hiromi Hiraka picked up his wine glass, but did not immediately taste it. Instead, he looked at Gracia, Tobias, Kamau, and the other ten European sorcerer representatives who had expressed their willingness to join, and said in a calm tone: "We did make a lot of plans and preparations before we set off for this visit."

Collecting high-level cursed spirits on a large scale and clearing out specific areas is undoubtedly taking away business from the local sorcerer schools and even the existing interest structure.

Therefore, I am quite certain that the threat we face is not limited to cursed spirits; there will definitely be curse masters who actively attack us.

He paused for a moment and continued, "But when, where, and in what form will the enemy appear?"

These were still unknowns to us when we set off.

We can only proceed, observe, gather intelligence, and be prepared to respond to any unforeseen circumstances.

Miguel picked up the conversation, his gaze sweeping over the ten European sorcerers, his tone becoming serious: "So, I must confirm one more time: have you all really thought this through?"

This is not just an "alliance," but an "entry." You will be truly drawn into a conflict of unknown nature and potentially quite dangerous that we are about to face.

This is no child's play academic battle; it's a life-or-death struggle, a dangerous situation requiring a fight to the death.

"Generally speaking, thorough reconnaissance and information gathering are the foundation for a successful mission, right?"

Tobias took a sip of his drink, put down his glass, and said.

"So, before we finally make the decision to tie our lives together, you might as well say what you think:"

What exactly are you dealing with, and what kind of tactics will your opponents employ?

That way, we'll have some peace of mind.

"Heh, quite knowledgeable!" Miguel rarely showed a hint of approval, then shook his head. "But unfortunately—"

Real-world enemies, especially rational high-level curse spirits and curse masters, won't sit there obediently like knights in a story, waiting for us to be fully prepared and have investigated all the information before politely launching a challenge.

While we hesitate and repeatedly discuss the risks in meetings, they may already be in some dark corner of the city, harming more innocent lives and feeding on them, constantly becoming stronger and more difficult to deal with.

Time is often not on the side of those who wait and watch.

As for combat strength—even if you're not familiar with Higurashi and Yoshino, you should at least know the reputation of "Black Rope" Miguel.

"Of course, the strongest in Africa from Kenya," a name that resonated throughout the land. A gangster stylist in a black suit, bearing a striking resemblance to Marlon Brando, chimed in at the opportune moment.

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