Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

"I'm not serious yet."

"Then show me one seriously."

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, his fingers gripping something unseen, yet a frenzied energy emanating from it.

"Domain Deployment: Silent Slaughter of the Gambler!!"

Gojo Satoru didn't move or rush up to interrupt. He even put his hands back in his pockets, tilted his head, and looked like he was waiting for the waiter to serve the food.

He was interested in this natural field.

Golden light exploded from beneath Kinji's feet, and three enormous phantom wheels rose behind him, creaking and spinning.

Xing Qiluo took a few steps back; she knew what was about to happen.

The roller stopped.

Cherries. Cherries. Cherries.

bingo.

"I'm taking off!"

Chapter 201 We need to build good relationships!

"I'm taking off!"

Kinji's cursed power instantly became infinite, and the fully automatic reversal technique was activated.

Gojo Satoru pulled a hand out of his pocket and stroked his chin. "Oh, interesting. Is this the 'Sitting-to-Kill Gambler'?"

"Hehehe, that's right, I'm going up!"

Kinji rushed up.

Gojo Satoru reached out, his five fingers spread, his palm aimed at Kinji's fist.

“Azure”.

The suction didn't pull onto Kinji. Instead, Kinji felt his fist being grabbed and his entire arm being pulled toward Gojo Satoru, causing his body to fall forward.

Gojo Satoru stepped aside to let him pass.

At the same time, she flipped her wrist and slapped him with her palm.

The suction force turned into thrust, and Kinji was bounced back, flying backward with his body. His feet left the ground, and he crashed into several trees, breaking them.

Gojo Satoru stood still, putting his hands back in his pockets. "Sit down and kill the gambler. Look at the report. During the winning period, there is unlimited curse power and automatic reversal."

He tilted his head. "How long did it last? A little over four minutes?"

Kinji stood up and stretched his shoulders; the reversal technique had already healed his wounds.

"Four minutes and eleven seconds is enough to beat you."

He charged forward again.

Gojo Satoru looked at him and smiled slightly: "Four minutes and eleven seconds, that's quite long, but..."

He raised his other hand, palm facing Kinji's chest.

"No need to wait."

“Azure”.

Now that we've determined his abilities, let's test his resilience; he's practically indestructible anyway.

A suction force burst forth from his palm, and Kinji felt his curse power, blood, and internal organs all being squeezed towards his chest. He arched his back, and a metallic sweetness welled up in his mouth.

Then Gojo Satoru flipped his wrist.

thrust.

Kinji flew out like a cannonball, rolled into the pile of rubble, and lay there motionless.

Hoshiki ran over, squatted down, and reached out to touch Kinji's neck.

"Kin-chan..."

Shinji coughed and spat out a mouthful of saliva tinged with blood.

"...Still alive."

He slid down against the wall, panting heavily, staring at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru smiled at him, "What are you looking at? Didn't you want to become a Special Grade? Why don't you get up and keep fighting?"

He got up from the ground, dusted himself off, walked up to Gojo Satoru, bent down, placed his hands on his knees, and solemnly bowed: "I'm convinced. A Special Grade is a Special Grade. I'm still far from that level."

Gojo Satoru pulled his sunglasses off his forehead, a satisfied smile on his lips: "Not bad, I thought you'd take a couple more hits before you gave up. Let's go, back to the vocational high school."

Xing Qiluo breathed a sigh of relief, dragging her two suitcases behind her, muttering under her breath, "I told you not to hit me, but you wouldn't listen."

……

As Gao Zhuanzhuan and Wu Tiao Wu led the two up the stone steps, they ran into Duanmu Yan leading a thin, dark-skinned boy out of the teaching building.

The boy was whispering something to Duanmu Yan when he looked up and saw Gojo Satoru. He quickly bowed and said, "Gojo-sensei."

"Yo, Yuta." Gojo Satoru casually raised his hand in response.

Kinji glanced at the seemingly frail-looking boy, but didn't pay much attention. He then turned his gaze to the man in the suit next to him.

He saw that the other person was not very old, guessing that he was just an administrative staff member of a vocational college, so he casually nodded as a greeting.

"Wu, these are the new students you've taken in." Duanmu Yan looked at Kenji and Kirara Hoshino.

“That’s right, this kid’s interesting. He wants to challenge me as soon as we meet.” Gojo Satoru slapped Kinji on the shoulder, the force so strong that Kinji staggered forward half a step. “By the way, let me introduce you, this is…”

“I’m an investigator from the Federation, my surname is Duanmu.” Duanmu Yan took the initiative to speak, his tone casual, “You can just call me Senior Duanmu.”

Kinji nodded, his expression unchanged.

Xing Qiluo glanced at Duanmu Yan again, feeling that she had seen his face somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place it.

Gojo Satoru chuckled beside him, and Kinji turned to look at him, puzzled: "What are you laughing at, Sensei?"

"It's nothing, please continue."

Otsuyuta peeked out from behind Duanmu Yan and extended his hand to Cheng Jinji. "Hello, I am Otsuyuta. I am not a member of the high school yet, but I am learning from Teacher Duanmu. Please take care of me."

Shinji reached out and shook hands with him. He could feel that the other's palm was a little damp; the kid was nervous.

Kinji raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

He always felt that this kid was very strong, but was it just his imagination?

But the man over there who claimed to be an investigator... he couldn't sense any aura from him. Was he an ordinary person?

Gojo Satoru, who was standing to the side with his arms crossed, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He tilted his head to look at Duanmu Yan, suppressing a laugh: "Hey, Chairman, when did you become an investigator?"

Duanmu Yan sighed helplessly: "You interrupted me before I could finish speaking. I wanted to keep a low profile since it was our first meeting and I didn't want to scare the freshmen."

He originally wanted to interact with the freshmen as an ordinary person, but he stopped pretending and became the chairman of the federation!

Kinji's expression froze. He mechanically turned his head. "Chairman? Federation Chairman? Duanmu Yan? That Duanmu Yan?"

"It's me." Duanmu Yan nodded slightly.

Cheng Jinji suddenly grabbed Duanmu Yan's hand and began shaking it up and down, his tone becoming enthusiastic: "President Duanmu, I've heard so much about you! My name is Cheng Jinji, I just enrolled this year, and I'm skilled in close combat!"

"I heard that the Federation has many rare spell tools that can be applied for, as well as independent mentoring slots for top-level spellcasters... I don't mean anything by this, Mr. Gojo... Chairman, are you usually busy? Do you have time to mentor the new students?"

Kinji's expression immediately changed, from disdain to fawning.

The person in question is a truly important figure, holding a position in the world of sorcery equivalent to that of an ancient emperor.

“You weren’t like this just now,” Gojo Satoru interjected coolly from the side.

"We didn't know each other before, but now that we do, we naturally want to make a stronger impression," Kinji said confidently.

Xing Qiluo finally remembered where she had seen this face before: the official announcement photo when the Federation was founded. She had even cut it out of a magazine and pasted it on her wall for a whole year.

He released his grip and took a half step back. He put away his previous fawning attitude, his expression became serious, and his tone became more composed: "After being knocked down by Gojo-sensei in one move, I realized that I am still far from being a Special Grade. Trying to be clever won't work. I should just follow the proper path and get what I want through my own strength."

Duanmu Yan patted Jinji on the shoulder, "Recognizing the gap is the biggest progress. Train hard with Wu. Although his teaching method is a bit casual, none of his students are weak. Once you reach level one, the Federation's rare spell tool library will be open to you for application."

Kinji nodded vigorously. Although he didn't need cursed tools, he was sure he could meet many important people while studying here.

Duanmu Yan withdrew his hand, nodded slightly to Gojo Satoru and Etoko Yuta, and turned to walk towards the mountain path.

It's time to go see that man I've been putting off for three months.

Chapter 202 The Unrivaled Tiger Emperor of All Ages

On the edge of the playground of Sendai Municipal Junior High School, Hisahito Itadori sat alone under the horizontal bar, holding an empty can of soda in his hand.

The setting sun cast a long shadow on him.

He had just finished training with the track and field team. All the other members had left, but he was still on the field.

Duanmu Yan walked over from the other end of the playground, carrying two cans of newly bought soda.

He tossed one of the cans to Tiger Stick, who caught it instinctively. He looked up and saw a person in sportswear who was clearly not from the school standing in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then frowned warily.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

As he asked the question, he had already opened the bottle of soda and taken a sip, not because he had let his guard down, but simply because he was extremely thirsty after training.

“My name is Duanmu Yan. I’m from Tokyo.” Duanmu Yan sat down next to him and opened another can. “You must be Hisahito Itadori. My child said he met a very interesting person today. I happened to be passing by and thought I’d see how interesting you are.”

Hisahito Itadori tilted his head and looked at him, his face full of confusion: "Your child? Who is it?"

“Fukuguro Megumi said there was a monster at the Joint Games today who could run the 100 meters in five seconds. You probably don’t remember him.”

Itachi thought about it seriously for a while, his eyebrows furrowing, and then shook his head: "I don't know him. There are too many people competing against me, I can't remember them very well."

Duanmu Yan smiled. It was indeed Hui's style: quietly observing others, and then quietly disappearing into the crowd when being observed.

“He’s not a very talkative person, and there aren’t many people he would specifically mention. So I was a bit curious and wanted to see for myself.”

Huzhang nodded as if he understood, but didn't ask why the other party's guardian could find him.