Chapter 77: Is Reverse Cursed Technique That Hard?
The 'rat' scurried past their feet, but their attention never wavered from Tatsuro from beginning to end.
The blood-tipped arrows shot from the bow. The entire path was merely a meter wide. In such a narrow place, ambushed by three people, it could be said that Tatsuro was now forced into a desperate situation!
Click—
Tatsuro held the scabbard with his left hand, his thumb pushing against the hilt to eject the blade. His crimson two-tomoe Sharingan instantly captured the trajectory of the three arrows.
His right hand precisely gripped the hilt, and with a single slash, he cleaved all three incoming arrows.
"Lie down! Great Purification Cannon!!"
Mechamaru, having finished charging, fired a cannon blast. The compressed cursed energy cannon instantly expanded, completely filling the narrow path.
This strike, he couldn't possibly dodge!
"Voom! Thump!!"
The cursed energy cannon instantly sent Tatsuro flying. Even the sturdy walls were smashed into a deep crater. It only stopped when the emission device on Mechamaru's right hand glowed red from overload and needed to cool down.
Looking at Tatsuro, now covered in blood, Mechamaru said with a confident tone, "Let's go. This blow won't kill him, but he won't be waking up for a few days. Let's go deal with the others."
"Mm." Noritoshi Kamo nodded. After all, even he wasn't confident he could take that hit head-on. Although an ambush was somewhat unfair, being defeated like this only showed that Tatsuro's strength wasn't all that.
"Defeated just like that? I thought he was on the same level as Todo." Momo Nishimiya, riding her broom, slowly descended. She glanced at Tatsuro, who was embedded in the wall and had lost consciousness, and was just about to leave with the other two.
Crack—
Tatsuro slowly opened his eyes, pulled out his right hand, and looked at his broken long blade. "You grandsons play the ambush game pretty well, huh? You even broke my sword."
"What!!!"
The three turned around, looking incredulously at Tatsuro on the wall. They saw him slowly pulling his limbs out from where they were stuck in the wall. The open wounds on his body were healing rapidly, and the broken sword in his hand was tossed to the ground like trash.
"Reverse Cursed Technique!"
The teachers watching in the principal's office were astounded. Yoshinobu Gakuganji's hand, gripping his cane, was trembling.
The teachers discussed amongst themselves:
"No way, he knows Reverse Cursed Technique at this age? He seems to be only fifteen, right?"
"Indeed, according to the data, he is indeed fifteen years old."
"This is troublesome. I feel like we're going to lose."
Thump—
Yoshinobu Gakuganji's cane struck the floor. The discussing teachers instantly fell silent, awaiting the principal's reaction.
"What kind of behavior is this chirping and chattering? Watch quietly!"
"Yes."
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"Mmph mmph! Mmph mmph!" Utahime Iori, seeing Gojo Satoru's student use Reverse Cursed Technique on the screen, struggled against her bonds.
"Oh my, he learned it so quickly. Not bad talent, eh." Gojo Satoru was somewhat surprised but quickly came to terms with it. After all, I also had an epiphany and learned Reverse Cursed Technique when I was on the verge of death. His aptitude isn't bad to begin with; an epiphany is quite normal. He then tore the tape off Utahime Iori's mouth and asked.
Utahime Iori exclaimed in astonishment, "You lunatic, what on earth did you teach him? To actually make a fifteen-year-old kid use Reverse Cursed Technique!"
"I just taught normally. Besides, if you make any more noise, I'll tape your mouth shut again," Gojo Satoru said, picking his ear with his little finger.
"You..." Utahime Iori started to speak, then saw Gojo Satoru already reaching for the tape on the desk and quickly said, "I won't say any more. Let me catch my breath."
Although she said that, she was grumbling internally, "Don't you dare let me call Shoko, or you're dead meat!"
Gojo Satoru retracted his hand and continued watching the screen.
Mechamaru and Noritoshi Kamo were greatly alarmed. Momo Nishimiya said in surprise, "No way? He even knows Reverse Cursed Technique? Are all the first-years at Tokyo High devils?"
Tatsuro rolled his neck a few times, making cracking sounds. He directly drew 200 cursed energy from Shura's body for his own use. After all, tanking that hit plus the recovery from Reverse Cursed Technique had put a strain on his cursed energy.
A qualified top-tier jujutsu sorcerer must perfectly control their negative emotions. He was furious at this moment, but not to the point of losing his reason. Instead, he transferred his resentment to his broken sword.
In other words, he now had to avenge his broken sword. His cursed energy also began to replenish continuously with this wave of negative emotion. Though the amount was small, it was enough.
"First, let's get rid of the nuisance!"
Tatsuro's black pupils turned red, the surprised expression of Momo Nishimiya reflected in his two-tomoe eyes. With a sudden burst of cursed energy from his eyes...
But... nothing happened.
"Too far, huh..." Tatsuro, trying out the range of his Sharingan's illusion for the first time, saw it didn't reach Momo Nishimiya and didn't bother with her further. After all... she was the weakest on the field.
Although she wasn't a major threat, he would still keep an eye on her movements. After all... he didn't want to get stabbed in the back.
"Round two, then. I didn't expect to see someone so strong among fellow first-year students," Mechamaru said, looking at Tatsuro. The shell of its right arm opened, revealing the cursed tools hidden inside.
Several sharp claws popped out from within, like spider legs, surrounding its arm. Its five mechanical fingers also displayed sharp claws, beginning to rotate like a drill.
"Let's make this quick," Noritoshi Kamo said, taking out three more arrows from the quiver at his waist. He lightly grazed his skin to smear blood on the arrowheads and drew his bowstring taut.
"Yeah, let's make this quick."
Tatsuro didn't dally either. After all, given the current situation, stalling for time was a joke. The maze was ridiculously large; for Shura to reach him, it would have to backtrack and then follow his scent, which would take at least four or five minutes.
And... he also wanted to try and recreate the feeling of unleashing Black Flash yesterday. Perhaps it was a bit willful, but he just wanted to try. Anyway, it wasn't a life-or-death battle, so being willful was fine.
Tatsuro charged directly towards the three of them, bent down to pick up the broken blade from the ground, and hurled it towards Momo Nishimiya in the sky, aiming straight for her face.
Women care most about their faces. Momo Nishimiya, being of mixed race, paid considerable attention to her appearance. Seeing Tatsuro aiming for her pretty face, she cursed, "Bastard! Don't you touch my face!"
"So this is your true face." Tatsuro's crimson pupils flicked a glance. He had now tied up one of them, ensuring he wouldn't be ganged up on by three people simultaneously for at least a few seconds. Now, he only had to deal with Noritoshi Kamo and Mechamaru.
Mechamaru charged first, its high-speed rotating right hand aiming to shave Tatsuro's body. Cursed energy erupted from its arm, tripling its shaving speed.
In a flash, the wall was directly destroyed. Tatsuro dodged with a quick movement. Just as he was about to crack Mechamaru's head open with a punch, he heard the sound of something tearing through the air.
Three blood-tipped arrows accurately struck Tatsuro's body.