Ch.157 From This Moment, Let the World Feel Pain

Akira sneered, "I didn't expect you to resort to firearms. I thought you looked down on science."

The old man replied, "Although I am old, my eyes are not blind. If something is useful, of course, we will use it."

"Too bad not everyone thinks that way. And—do you dare shoot me dead?" Akira took two more steps forward, pointing at his chest and then his head. "Come on, shoot here. If I die, it's on me."

The old man, Ijūin, who had always been unyielding, suddenly hesitated.

He really didn't dare.

If Akira died, what would happen to the secrets of the Pokémon? What would happen if Gojo Satoru went berserk?

He wasn't afraid of death, but dying without gaining anything was something he couldn't accept.

Besides, if they really wanted to kill him, they should have done it while he was sleeping. Why wait until now?

"I knew you wouldn't dare." Akira let out a piercing laugh.

"Akira, you're a smart person. You should know why I'm here. As long as you agree to hand over the secrets of the Pokémon, you'll still be that dazzling Special Grade sorcerer, the rising star of the Union."

Ijūin raised his hand, and all the gun barrels pointed upward, no longer aimed at Akira.

He had long passed the age of acting on impulse. Face didn't matter; only substance did.

But Akira was unimpressed. "First, you try to win me over, and when that fails, you resort to force. Can't you come up with something new? Did Principal Yaga go through the same thing back then? Oh, no, Principal Yaga was easier to bully, so you didn't even bother trying to win him over."

"This just proves your value, Akira." The old man remained unmoved. "Now, make your choice. Will you agree now, so everyone can be happy? Or will you wait until I've used my methods? I won't hide it from you, Akira. I come from a background of prison guards. I'm very good at interrogation."

Akira waved his hand calmly. "No rush. Answer me one question first, and then I'll give you my answer—where do you get the confidence to do this? Never mind whether I'll retaliate later, what are you going to do about Gojo-sensei? You don't think that just because he didn't kill anyone last time, he won't do it this time, do you?"

"You don't need to worry about that, Akira. I have my ways to silence Gojo Satoru." The old man smiled smugly.

"Tsk, that answer lacks sincerity. But never mind, I'm not being sincere either. I'll tell you my answer now. I'm not choosing either of your paths. I'll walk out on my own two feet—Gardevoir, let's go home."

"Gardevoir." Gardevoir nodded, taking the initiative to link her arm with her master's.

"You won't admit defeat until you're cornered. In that case, I'll have to show you my methods—take action! I'll handle Akira. The rest of you, deal with the Pokémon!"

The raised gun barrels swung down in unison, but just as the enforcement officers were about to pull the triggers, they found their bodies frozen, as if cast in concrete.

"What are you waiting for? Take action!"

Ijūin turned to urge them, but as soon as he spoke, he realized something was wrong. He couldn't move either, except for his mouth.

Noticing the psychic light in Gardevoir's eyes, the old man's expression became as bewildered, shocked, and disbelieving as the captain who had been kicked flying earlier.

"You, you—"

"I already told you. Pokémon aren't just aggregates of human cognition. Why did you think they could be sealed by jujutsu methods?" Akira feigned a sigh.

As he said, cursed energy was unusable, but the Pokémon weren't affected as much.

Although the psychic energy that served as the foundation of their abilities was still influenced by the sealing array, accelerating its dissipation, the Fairy-type and Normal-type abilities remained intact.

Moreover, Gardevoir was no longer what she used to be. Under Akira's favoritism, her level had surpassed Darkrai's, reclaiming her position as the strongest in the Akira household.

Now, Gardevoir's psychic energy was as vast as the ocean, and her control was second only to Gojo Satoru. She was fully capable of competing with the "Sealing Chamber" for psychic dominance.

Without this ability, Gojo wouldn't have dared to casually walk into the "Sealing Chamber" to bring out Yuta Okkotsu and Yuji Itadori.

Although the "Sealing Chamber" had corresponding "unsealing talismans" to ensure the actions of the sealers, what if the talismans failed?

Wouldn't the invincible ceiling of the jujutsu world end up capsizing in a ditch?

So, when Akira was threatened, Gardevoir still used her most proficient "Psychic" ability to forcibly control the situation.

"Times have really changed, sir. Yuki Tsukumo's visit to Kyoto, the little moves the night before, yesterday's symposium—I gave you three chances. Unfortunately, you didn't seize any of them, and you even crossed my bottom line."

Akira's bottom line was his Pokémon, family, and friends. Anyone who dared to touch them would face Akira's wrath.

Not to mention, these fools had targeted Gardevoir, Akira's most cherished Pokémon.

This wasn't just about taking the wrong path; it was about seeking their own destruction.

"That's enough, Gardevoir. Sorry for making you endure this for so long—"

Words similar to those spoken before her evolution, an attitude identical to when she was a Kirlia, the only difference was the strength of this golden duo.

The Pokémon girl's psychic energy erupted like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding villains were sent flying, crashing into the walls.

And this was just the prelude to the psychic tsunami. Next, the walls, the ground, and the buildings couldn't withstand the terrifying psychic impact.

Some were sent flying into the sky.

Some were crushed under immense pressure.

In the end, even the ancient sealing array core buried underground was forcibly pulled out by Gardevoir and torn to pieces.

As for the historic courtyard above, it was long gone.

In the end, the vast VIP area was reduced to a shattered wasteland, with only the young man and girl standing side by side on the ground.

The young man skillfully spread his hands, making a declaration far more arrogant than the one at the symposium:

"From this moment, let the world feel pain!"

The girl also raised her hands, her psychic energy, now free from restraints, completely unleashed, surging toward the core office building of the Jujutsu Union.

In an instant, the earth shook as if doomsday had arrived.

The piercing sound of alarms rang incessantly, and dozens of jujutsu lights lit up simultaneously, resisting the onslaught of the psychic tsunami in ways that couldn't be named.

"Not bad. As expected of the headquarters. But if it were Gojo-sensei, he could definitely penetrate all the defenses. I still have a lot to learn."

Amid the surrounding chaos, only Akira at the center remained unharmed, still in the mood to comment.

"Gardevoir."

Expressing her determination to improve through words, Gardevoir switched from using both hands to one, adopting a posture similar to Gojo's as she projected her psychic energy outward.

"Blue" and "Purple" were Gojo's small skills, but "Psychic" was also this lady's small skill.

The performance had only just begun on this stage that her master had been waiting for.

Move: Psychic!

Pierce through, barrier!