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"Look over there!"
"Is this some sort of special performance at the restaurant? Is that why there's such a display today?"
"It appears to be quite impressive."
"Could those be props?"
"..."
Madara's table was situated against the wall, affording it a relatively secluded spot.
However, the restaurant was bustling with customers, generating a lively ambiance. Although Madara and Fushiguro's activities hadn't caused an overwhelming disturbance, neither had they gone unnoticed.
In a short span, an increasing number of patrons in the vicinity and even within the restaurant started turning their attention towards the unfolding scene.
The general populace remained unaware of the existence of Curses and Jujutsu.
Even if someone engaged a Jujutsu Sorcerer to dispel a Cursed Spirit or object at a particular site, the bystanders would only perceive the subsequent disappearance of the unusual occurrences following the Curse's eradication.
However, they remained oblivious to the underlying causes of the strange incidents and the true identity of the Jujutsu Sorcerer involved.
These regular diners were also oblivious to the significance of the clash between Madara and Fushiguro.
Their awareness was limited, and they simply felt a slight curiosity.
Furthermore...
Due to the air of superiority projected by Fushiguro and Madara, although the onlookers were indeed intrigued, none among them dared to venture too close for a better view.
Just then, two newcomers entered the establishment.
Standing by the entrance were two women.
One appeared quite youthful, likely a junior high school student. She boasted delicate features, with long black hair neatly braided into a single plait. Clad in her school uniform, she also wore a white headband.
The other was a middle-aged woman attired in a black short-sleeved dress adorned with white accents, along with an apron. Her hair was elegantly coiled into a bun, held in place with a white cloth tied with a dark ribbon.
Captivated by the unfolding "battlefield," a junior high school girl named Riko remarked,
"This is incredible, isn't it?"
A note of caution came from the other woman.
"I don't know whether those two are Jujutsu Sorcerers or Curse Users, Miss Riko. It's best if we leave this place," Kuroi Misato cautioned in a hushed tone.
(Riko pic—>)
(Kuroi Misato pic—>)
The impending day of convergence with Miss Riko, whom she had been observing and looking after, drew near.
While these two individuals clearly hailed from the Jujutsu world, it remained uncertain whether they were Jujutsu Sorcerers or Curse Users.
The crux of the matter was whether their presence posed a potential threat to the nearby Riko Amane.
At the moment, the wiser course was to avoid any interaction with these entities and to minimize contact entirely.
It was prudent to await further communication from Jujutsu High School.
After all, there existed a lingering concern: could Master Tengen, a 'Star Plasma Vessel,' be jeopardized, given that she had been overseeing her since her childhood?
"I don't know whether those two are Jujutsu Sorcerers or Curse Users, Miss Riko. It's best if we leave this place," Kuroi Misato cautioned in a hushed tone.
The impending day of convergence with Miss Riko, whom she had been observing and looking after, drew near.
While these two individuals clearly hailed from the Jujutsu world, it remained uncertain whether they were Jujutsu Sorcerers or Curse Users.
The crux of the matter was whether their presence posed a potential threat to the nearby Riko Amane.
At the moment, the wiser course was to avoid any interaction with these entities and to minimize contact entirely.
It was prudent to await further communication from Jujutsu High School.
Failing to do so, there was the looming concern of whether her continuous guardianship of her since childhood—assuming the role of Miss Riko, the 'Star Plasma Vessel'—could inadvertently put her in jeopardy.
"Well, then."
While Riko may only be a junior high school student, her designation as a 'Star Plasma Vessel' sets her apart, rendering her a tad more mature than her peers.
Yet, she's aware that Misato Kuroi harbors genuine concern for her well-being.
With a shared understanding, the two departed from the restaurant together.
Between Madara and Fushiguro's table, not much remained on the dinner plates scattered across the surface. Almost all the contents had migrated into their respective bowls and plates before the two of them.
"Um?"
As Kuroi Misato and Riko exited, Madara appeared to have detected something amiss, causing his eyebrows to subtly arch.
However, his actions quickly returned to normal.
Even so, Madara's swiftness remained undiminished.
Amid his contemplations, he mused that this world might offer more intrigue than what he had encountered in the original anime.
Until he accomplished the Tailed Beast template's completion and finalizing character inheritance, he wouldn't be lacking in amusement for quite a while.
"It's truly an underestimation. Distracting yourself while confronting me is quite audacious."
Fushiguro, blessed with acute senses, discerned the shift in Madara's demeanor, causing his own gaze to intensify.
"Just for a bit of amusement."
Madara's demeanor remained nonchalant.
Hearing this, Fushiguro's grin broadened as he responded,
"The Grade of this caliber doesn't even qualify as entertainment for me."
"Nevertheless, my opinion of you, you bastard, hasn't changed."
Amid their exchange, they carried on their actions, oblivious to how many volleys they had exchanged.
Amid the numerous collisions, the dining table's surface had become riddled with intricate cracks, resembling a delicate porcelain piece on the brink of shattering under a heavy burden.
At present, aside from the sole piece of raw vegetable lingering on the plate's center, all other remnants had been swept away.
With their gazes locked, Madara and Fushiguro engaged in a silent exchange.
Yet, the previously tense and retaliatory ambiance had vanished, replaced by an eerie calm akin to the tranquility preceding a storm.
In the very next instant, both moved in unison.
"Boom—"
A resounding blast echoed, akin to a bomb detonating in that very instant.
The explosion jolted everyone in the vicinity, prompting them to instinctively shield their ears, their startled countenances contorted.
Thick smoke and dust enveloped Madara's table, rendering it obscure.
Emerging from the haze, a figure stumbled out while coughing, visibly embarrassed. It was Shiu Kong, who had harbored a foreboding sense earlier and had hastened to vacate his seat.
"These two rascals, ahem..."
Thankfully, he had reacted swiftly; otherwise, a hospital visit might have been necessary for a couple of days of rest.
"W-What just happened?"
The restaurant's Cursed Energyger, who also doubled as the head chef due to the surging business, found his arms quivering with fear.
His hand clutched the spoon so tightly that it seemed he couldn't release it.
In quick succession, he abandoned the task at hand and dashed out of the rear kitchen with hurried steps.
Observing as the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, unveiling the scene, the rotund middle-aged Store Manager who managed the establishment stood transfixed, stunned by the spectacle before him.
A nearby waiter ventured weakly, "Isn't this the performance you had arranged, boss?"
"What?"
The store manager, upon hearing this, became even more perplexed.
...
The haze dissipated.
Madara and Fushiguro remained seated as before.
The disparity lay in the dining table that had succumbed to ruin, now a scattered wreckage strewn across the area.
Inclusive of the tableware positioned upon it, including the bowls and plates cradling the remnants of their meals, nothing had been spared from the devastation.
"Tsk."
Fushiguro gazed discontentedly at the two broken chopsticks in his grasp.
Lying at his feet was half of a raw vegetable.
Conversely, on Madara's side:
One of his held chopsticks mirrored Fushiguro's, with just a half remaining, pinched between his fingertips.
However, the other chopstick was still unscathed, carrying half a piece of raw vegetable.
Madara rose from his seat, a satisfied grin on his face.
Nibbling on the remaining piece of raw vegetable, he casually discarded the chopsticks and headed towards the exit.
"Next time, opt for something sturdier."
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