Chapter 3: The Unknown Special-Grade Curse Spirit

"My dear son, Mirai!"

"You've truly given your father the greatest surprise today!"

There was no hint of sarcasm in Zen'in Fan's tone as he stepped closer—his voice sincere, full of excitement.

Ignoring Naobito standing nearby, Zen'in Fan's gaze locked on Mirai with an intense fervor, not the affection of a father but more like someone gazing at a priceless treasure.

"Hahaha, HAHAHA!"

Covered in blood, the ten-year-old Zen'in Mirai stood amidst the ruins, laughing maniacally, his voice wild and unrestrained.

"Seems I underestimated just how disgusting you can be."

"That look of yours... it's truly nauseating, Zen'in Fan."

Mirai's sharp words didn't surprise Naobito, nor did they faze his father, Zen'in Fan.

Stepping past Naobito, Zen'in Fan stopped five meters away from the boy and sheathed his katana. His tone was calm as he explained.

"Mirai, I know these past ten years haven't been easy for you. I haven't been the most caring father."

"But starting today, everything will change!"

"From this moment on, whatever you want—whether from me or the Zen'in family—we will do everything in our power to give it to you!"

"The Ten Shadows Technique, the strongest technique passed down through the Zen'in family for a thousand years, once you master this, my son, you'll undoubtedly become the next head of the Zen'in family!"

Zen'in Fan's voice grew more impassioned, his eyes gleaming with greed.

It wasn't just about making Mirai the next family head...

With Mirai's sudden rise in power, his own weakness of not having other children was no longer a concern.

If he could defeat Zen'in Naobito in public, the position of current family head could be his!

Even if he couldn't win in a direct confrontation, perhaps he could resort to assassination...

Either way, with Mirai as his son, wielding the Ten Shadows Technique, there was no doubt the next family head would be his boy.

Beneath the dim moonlight, surrounded by ruins, the crazed look on the father's face, filled with hope and ambition, clashed sharply with the madness and killing intent on the son's face.

The sheer dissonance in the scene, with the two standing so close yet so divided, sent a chill through Naobito, standing a few steps away.

Seeing Mirai's silence, Zen'in Fan believed his son had been moved by the future he had painted.

Recalling moments when they might have repaired their relationship, Zen'in Fan pondered briefly before speaking earnestly, "Don't worry, my son!"

"Those servants who insulted you, those sorcerers who mocked you—I will make sure they pay in blood!"

After saying this, Zen'in Fan couldn't think of any other injustices or humiliations his son might have suffered.

A moment of silence followed.

"Heh..."

Mirai's quiet laugh broke the stillness.

"What about my mother?"

"The poor woman you personally threw into the forbidden storage when I was six?"

Zen'in Fan's startled expression froze on his face, and Mirai's smile stiffened.

"Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous!"

Mirai burst into a fit of deranged laughter, coughing and choking until tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.

The tears, mingled with the blood on his face, slid down his cheek as he murmured bitterly to himself, "I can't believe I actually hoped this beast would feel remorse or guilt."

"Your mother?" Zen'in Fan looked puzzled. "She was just an ordinary human."

"A useless woman who couldn't even control cursed energy. Giving birth to you was her greatest contribution to the Zen'in family."

The "forbidden storage" Mirai mentioned was the underground vault where the Zen'in family imprisoned cursed spirits.

Recalling the event, a flash of anger crossed Zen'in Fan's face. "That wretch deserved to die!"

"She had the audacity to try and escape with you, leaving the Zen'in family!"

Just thinking about it gave him chills. If that woman had succeeded in taking his precious son, he'd have lost any chance of becoming the family head.

"Is that so..."

"So, Mother... She tried to save me from this hell..."

It had been four years since the event, and only now did Mirai learn the truth of his mother's death from this "dear father."

And it was that very event, his mother's sudden death—the only person in this cursed place who had ever loved him—that had awakened something within him.

"Enough. The more I look at you, the more disgusted I feel."

As Mirai spoke coldly, the intricate patterns in his blood-red eyes began to shift. Suddenly, a large hand burst out from the space beside his shoulder and slammed toward Zen'in Fan!

Boom!

The entire mansion trembled violently as if an earthquake had struck. The shockwave alone was enough to obliterate the nearby structures!

ROAR!!

The monstrous figure that emerged from the space beside Mirai's shoulder pressed its massive hands against the cracked earth, raising its head to unleash a deafening roar!

Its upper body alone was over a hundred meters tall, and the sheer pressure it emitted was far beyond that of an ordinary special-grade curse spirit!

"A special-grade curse spirit?!"

Zen'in Naobito, who had leapt to the side, stared in disbelief, his eyes bulging as he shouted!

If there were any anime fans from Earth present, they would instantly recognize the monster now under Mirai's control.

It was the Gedo Statue, the vessel of the Ten-Tails!

———

'Isn't that boy supposed to have the Ten Shadows Technique?!'

'What is this technique that controls curse spirits?!'

As the current head of the Zen'in family, Naobito's mind raced as he desperately searched his memory for any information on techniques that matched this.

Thud, thud, thud...

Mirai glanced coldly at the old man not far away, his head still faintly smoking. He stepped through the moonlight, slowly making his way toward his father, Zen'in Fan, who was now embedded into the ground, covered in blood.

Caught off guard by the vicious and sudden attack from his own son, Zen'in Fan had only managed to wrap his vital points in cursed energy before the Gedo Statue's massive hand slammed down, leaving him grievously injured.

Cough... cough...

Curled up in the trench, soaked in his own blood, Zen'in Fan was a far cry from his once-arrogant self. He struggled to lift his head, watching as his son drew nearer, step by step.

In the boy's eyes, Zen'in Fan saw nothing but bloodthirsty violence, and behind him loomed the monstrous curse spirit, its grotesque form exuding pure malice.

It was only now, half-crouched on the ground, that Zen'in Fan's eyes revealed traces of fear and confusion.

He couldn't understand it—how could this mere human boy, even under the pretense of his mother, be so enraged?

"Not a sorcerer, not human!"

This ancient saying, passed down for generations, was etched deep into Zen'in Fan's mind.

"Son—"

Just as he spoke the word, Zen'in Fan felt the world spin, his vision growing darker.

"Wait—"

Naobito, who had been a step too slow, rushed forward but immediately gasped in horror.

Right before his eyes, his brother Zen'in Fan's neck had been torn apart and swallowed by the same twisted space that had been conjured the moment Mirai focused his gaze on him!

'What kind of technique is this?'

Naobito's eyes turned to the boy before him—just ten years old, his face smeared with blood yet disturbingly calm.

Deep within Naobito's gaze, a flicker of fear, barely noticeable, crept in.

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