A Bizarre Adventure That Begins in Jujutsu Kaisen

Chapter 113 Intelligence and Response, Part Three

"Think again, what else can you say? Any details, even hearsay." Miguel squatted down and patted the young man's sweaty cheeks.

"I... let me think about it—"

"Brother," the black gunman prisoner with an eyepatch and a scar on his face suddenly spoke up, looking at Miguel with a complicated expression, "In the East, someone as ridiculously strong as you wouldn't even qualify as 'Special Grade'?"

"Yes," Miguel answered frankly, "I am at best a rather exceptional existence among first-level mages."

Each of the top-tier fighters could probably handle several of me working together at the same time—not to mention anything else, the sheer scale of their domains alone would be enough to erase any difference in numbers or tactics.

"Domain expansion—" the black gunman muttered dejectedly, a look of near disillusionment in his single eye.

I always thought—your claim of having five Special Grade experts was just empty boasting for intimidation—but it turns out it's true.

"You actually know the specific concept of 'domain expansion'?" Miguel was also somewhat surprised.

"I know that—but the monarchs I usually come into contact with are all those who rely on workshops to construct ritualistic and defensive domains."

Aside from Hermes and His Holiness the Pope, no one possesses this legendary skill of instantly overlaying reality with mental landscapes at will.

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The black gunman glanced at Gracia, who was floating nonchalantly to the side.

"Ms. Gracia—probably not?"

"Tch, boring." Gracia curled her lip, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face as if a sore spot had been touched.

She was, after all, a monarch of a school of thought, and she held these people in utter contempt for those who surrendered so easily and dared to publicly mock her shortcomings.

Gracia's spells are not suitable for use on barriers, and she does not have a mental landscape powerful enough to support a complete domain. Therefore, she is unable to deploy her domain after leaving the workshop.

But she at least learned "domain extension" as a domain application technique, which is why she was able to recognize the same technique used by Hiromi Nichisha just now.

Gracia then thought of another interesting tactic, turned to Yoshino Junpei, and her face once again showed that nonchalant yet very attractive fan-shaped statistical chart smile: "Junpei~ How did you guys find the key target directly and solve the problem cleanly and efficiently?"

According to the current popular shonen manga formula, shouldn't you first struggle with a lack of inspiration, stumble around searching for clues, and then, after experiencing a special event, have a flash of inspiration, learn a new skill, and then solve the problem in a cool and dramatic way?

However, you did a fantastic job; your reaction was incredibly fast. I also want to thank you for protecting everyone in time.

"Once things settle down, how about I treat you to a meal? I know a few really great, really 'special' restaurants."

Yoshino Junpei remained noncommittal, only casting his gaze toward the approaching police lights that were gradually brightening in the distance.

He was beginning to get used to Ms. Gracia's unconventional thinking and way of doing things.

"Mr. Chocolate Mousse~" Gracia suddenly leaned close behind Shunpei and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Shunping was startled by the sudden closeness and whisper, and almost reflexively jumped back half a step.

"Hehe~ Let's maintain a relationship that is both close and distant."

They can support each other and overcome difficulties together, without getting too close and hindering or hurting each other.

Perhaps this is the most comfortable and sustainable distance for both parties involved in the collaboration?

Gracia smiled broadly and made a gesture reminiscent of "CalIMeMaybe".

While she was speaking, she quietly slipped a delicately scented business card into Shunping's coat pocket.

"If you have the chance, remember to call me!

At this moment, Hiromi Hinoki, who had just finished making the call, returned, glanced at her indifferently, and calmly said, "Due to the sudden attack tonight, I'm sure everyone will need some time to contact their relatives, subordinates, or relevant parties and make follow-up arrangements."

Lord Theo has decided to postpone the scheduled meeting. He hopes that when they meet again formally, everyone will be safe and sound.

"In that case, God bless, goodnight everyone."

Aldigo, whose wounds had been treated simply by Shunping using a reversal technique he was not yet proficient in, nodded to the crowd, and whose pain had been greatly reduced.

He then skillfully channeled his magical power, his figure lightly leaping into the air, transforming into a thin wisp of grayish-white mist, silently merging into the deep night sky of Berlin.

"—I don't believe in God," Hiromi Hiraki replied belatedly. "Then, may Lord Theo bless you. May everyone have a peaceful night and a good night's sleep."

"goodbye."

See you later!

After a brief farewell, the group cautiously and quickly evacuated the neighborhood, which was littered with craters, wreckage, and bloodstains.

The subsequent troublesome matters, such as negotiations with the police, the media, and other local forces, will be handled entirely by Gracia, who has extensive connections and powerful influence.

Walking through the relatively safe and quiet backstreets and alleys, the atmosphere became slightly more relaxed.

Shunping recalled the brief battle just now. The poor performance of those armed attackers after being approached by Teacher Miguel and losing their distance advantage made him mutter to himself, "Apart from the initial sneak attack which was somewhat threatening, when the fighting really started—it really felt like a strong man beating up a bunch of panicked kids."

"That's because they rely too much on 'workshops' and pre-arranged rituals."

Miguel talked as he walked, his voice echoing through the empty alley.

"Once they leave the nest they have built up over many years and are forced to fight these unprepared skirmishes and mobile battles, many people cannot even exert half of their usual strength."

Like that loud old man from earlier, what was his technique called again? Oh, "Controlling the Stairs".

If it were in his own workshop, which consisted entirely of stairs, steps, and ramps, he might actually be able to control everything in that space.

Not only can it construct an inescapable Penrose staircase, but it can also expand the concept of "staircase" into an "ascent path" for manipulation.

"Then why did he run out here—to die?" Shunping asked, puzzled.

"Because the technique itself is too abstract and too restrictive—I have some impression of him." Miguel recalled, "He should be the former monarch of the ArtSchooI school, who has handed over the workshop to his successor and no longer has a complete domain."

Most people hand over power when they feel their days are numbered, but he lived from his seventies to his eighties and almost nineties, an unexpectedly long life.

It's probably because he didn't want to be forgotten and forgotten before he died of old age, so he wanted to make a final splash and leave a name in history, even if it was the name of a villain.

"Art?" Shunping was even more confused. "Where is the art in his technique?"

"Who knows? It's supposedly part of the postmodern art movement—but I don't really know the specifics." Miguel shrugged, ending the conversation.

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