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"I dined at this restaurant before, and the flavors of the food are truly exceptional."
Shiu Kong gently pushed the door ajar, accompanied by the man dressed in black. Together, they entered the restaurant.
Turning to the man beside him, Shiu Kong remarked, "The ambiance is quite appealing, especially with so many patrons."
"However," he noted, "it seems that all the seats are already occupied."
Observing the man in black's attire, it was clear that beneath the long-sleeved black coat lay a robust and muscular build.
Such feats are certainly beyond the reach of ordinary individuals merely engaging in routine gym workouts.
Should its fury be unleashed, the spectacle might rival that of a dormant volcano suddenly erupting, displaying a violence and ferocity to match.
Whether it's a Jujutsu practitioner falling short of the special grade or a formidable Cursed Spirit, it's doubtful they would find any space for resistance when confronted by it.
In truth, his track record aligns with this assessment.
"Well then, if that's the case, we'll need to find another place to eat... Hey, Zenin?" Shiu Kong's words hung in the air as he was on the brink of turning away, only to realize that his partner in the "Sorcerer Killer" duo had already set off in a certain direction.
Upon hearing the name "Zenin," he pivoted to face Shiu. With a casual wave of his hand, he explained, "Zenin used to be my surname. After marrying into the Fushiguro family, I adopted the surname Fushiguro."
Zenin, or rather Fushiguro, had his hands nonchalantly tucked into his trousers as he strolled towards a group of four, where only a single person occupied a seat.
Approaching the young man with short, raven-black hair, he extended his hand and gave a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Hey there, brat..."
"You intend to share the table with that man and me?"
The youth's voice sliced through the air just as Fushiguro's right hand was about to make contact with the short-haired black-clad young man in front of him.
Fushiguro's movement abruptly halted, his triangular eyes narrowing. Yet, when he set his gaze upon Madara, his response was limited to a single sentence.
Following a momentary pause, Fushiguro lowered his hand, and the scar at the corner of his mouth curled up into an intriguing arc.
Even ordinary individuals possess exceedingly subtle Technique power.
In the eyes of Jujutsu Sorcerers, his presence remains entirely imperceptible due to the absence of any form of cursed energy.
However, there exists an exception within this realm.
By means of Heavenly Restriction, his entire being has attained a state of complete [Zero Cursed Energy].
Thus, at the cost of relinquishing all traces of cursed energy, he was born into one of the three major Sorcerer families. Presently, he stands as a member of the Fushiguro family.
Detecting its presence while walking is a challenge even for regular individuals.
Both Jujutsu Sorcerers rely on sensing the enemy's existence through their cursed energy.
Fushiguro, with his absolute lack of cursed energy, resembles an invisible entity, slipping past everyone's awareness.
Utilizing these traits, among others, Fushiguro has served as a bounty hunter, taking down numerous powerful Jujutsu Sorcerers and Curse Users.
In another word, he's hailed as the underworld's killer—the Sorcerer Killer!
For those naturally bound, Heavenly Restriction serves as the restraint.
Hence, the innate restraint within the man named Fushiguro could aptly be termed "Heavenly Restriction."
Across his entire lifespan, Fushiguro experienced this phenomenon just once, during his adolescent years. It occurred when he enthusiastically joined the gathering to witness the birth of the [Six Eyes] within the Gojo family. For the first time in his existence, he was noticed lingering in the background.
With the exception of that singular event, such an occurrence never repeated itself.
After the passage of many years, unexpectedly, he crossed paths with another individual capable of detecting his presence once more.
Initially, what had begun as a seemingly routine interaction at the table took an unforeseen turn, as if he had unwittingly stumbled upon some such monster...
Confronted with the words of the youth who appeared to be of a similar age as [Six Eyes], Fushiguro's lips curled into a slightly deranged grin.
"Indeed."
Fushiguro wasn't one to engage in thankless endeavors. However, as someone with an air of grandeur and power, he harbored his own distinctive sense of pride.
In the face of a potential conflict, the balance of strength remained uncertain, making even a seemingly casual shared meal a realm of uncertainty.
In light of this, he chose denial as his response, planning to depart. By doing so, he forestalled any future potential comments from others, preferring to bear the weight of such decisions himself.
"Agreed, but you'll be accountable for the bill incurred at this table."
Setting aside his tableware, Madara turned his gaze to Fushiguro's intense and defiant expression.
In this instant, the gazes of the two clashed in mid-air, a first for them.
Madara's eyes bore a depth, and a slight upturn played on the corners of his mouth.
"Do you consent?"
"It's merely a meal, and we'll cover the expenses." Fushiguro responded with an air of indifference.
"Hey, Zen... Fushiguro, what's on your mind? I did mention that I'd treat you to a meal this time, but inviting others wasn't part of the plan."
Shiu Kong, having just arrived and overheard the exchange between the two, promptly addressed Fushiguro.
As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward the dishes meticulously arranged on the dining table.
In an instant, he grasped the reason behind the restaurant's allowance of a lone black-haired youth to occupy a table meant for four.
Conforming to the meal's arrangement, the bill proved substantially higher compared to what one would usually expect for a few individuals.
The bustling state of the other tables, all occupied, found a solitary Madara here.
"Why? Are you having second thoughts?" Madara gazed at Fushiguro, his tone intriguing.
"Is that a jest?" Fushiguro's mouth curved, forming a dangerously enticing arc. His eyes met Madara's, generating a subtle undercurrent of reciprocation.
"..."
Yet to be sensed from a distance.
Yet, he once held the role of a detective, transitioning now to the role of a broker who dispenses information within the Curse User community.
Shiu Kong possessed a perceptive intuition, not one to be easily deceived.
In this instance, he had also picked up on the unusual undertones between his associate, recognized as the "Sorcerer Killer," and the young man before them.
Hence, he refrained from contradicting Fushiguro's words.
"Well then, I'll cover the bill for this table, but..." Shiu Kong's tone underwent a shift.
"Regarding the expenses, I'll take charge. After all, this time, it's my treat."
"However, the costs incurred by this individual will be subtracted from your upcoming 'assignment' earnings."
"Ha?"
Fushiguro, on the brink of taking a seat across from Madara, paused briefly at Shiu Kong's statement before nonchalantly resuming his intended seat, seemingly oblivious to the comment.
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