Chapter 13: The Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General: Mahoraga

Nighttime, on a bustling street.

Maki and Mai, two little girls, held their mother's hand, enjoying the refreshing breeze of freedom outside.

Passing by a toy store, Mai glanced through the thick glass with a flicker of longing in her eyes, but she didn't say anything. She had learned to keep her desires hidden.

"Buy them all."

Her mother's sudden words startled Mai.

Mai waved her hands quickly, "No need, Mother. I don't really want any toys."

Lies. Pretending. Hiding.

This was the first lesson Mai learned as a child growing up in the Zen'in family.

"It's not because you want them," her mother said softly, looking down at her with a calm expression, "It's because the family head ordered it, and we must follow his orders."

Buy whatever they like.

That was what Mirai had instructed before they left the estate.

And her mother, although complying strictly, perhaps had a little familial affection mixed into her actions.

"...I understand, Mother," Mai replied quietly.

...

"Withdraw the surveillance on Shoko."

"Have you found the cursed user I asked for?"

In the Zen'in estate's meeting room, Mirai sat with one hand propping up his chin, his voice casual.

The bait operation earlier in the day had played out just as Shoko predicted—Mirai's real target had been Suguru Geto.

However, there was another cursed user Mirai had been hoping to catch, but unfortunately, that person hadn't taken the bait.

"Reporting to the family head, we... we haven't found him yet," a tense sorcerer stammered, his body stiff with fear as he bowed deeply, avoiding Mirai's gaze.

Silence fell over the large meeting room, a suffocating stillness.

Sweat dripped from the sorcerer's forehead, soaking his back, the fear growing heavier with each passing moment.

Drip, drip

Zen'in Ju, a Grade 1 sorcerer tasked with finding the cursed user, bit down hard on his lip, trying to suppress the searing pain from his missing left arm.

His eyes, bloodshot and filled with cold indifference, met Mirai's icy stare.

A stark contrast to the relaxed and friendly boy who had been chatting with Shoko earlier that day—this Mirai was like an entirely different person.

"Three months ago, I gave you a description and details about his technique."

"Three whole months, and you still haven't found a trace of him."

Mirai's cold eyes bore into the man, his tone utterly devoid of emotion. "Next time I ask, if you still have no results, you can just kill yourself."

"Understood!"

Ju, too afraid to even try stopping the bleeding from his severed arm, bowed again. He was lucky to have only lost an arm and not his head.

The former family head, Naobito, who had been quietly observing from the side, couldn't help but feel a small sense of surprise. Today, the usually ruthless boy seemed to have shown a rare act of mercy.

After all, in the past six months under Mirai's leadership, they had all begun to grow accustomed to this "special" form of care.

After handling the matter, Mirai nonchalantly began flipping through the pages of his old, worn notebook.

Surveillance on a child?

Searching for Sukuna's fingers?

A woman with a stitched forehead?

One by one, orders that seemed to make no sense to anyone else in the room came from Mirai's mouth.

Yet, no one dared to question him.

"That's all for now," Mirai said, standing up and stretching. As he started to form hand seals, he gave one last command, "Clear out all living beings within a 500-meter radius."

The underground chamber, destroyed by his previous technique, had yet to be repaired.

Without needing Naobito's urging, the sorcerers scattered, retreating as fast as they could.

...

Like ink dropped into clear water, the moment Mirai released the restraint on his cursed energy, he became the absolute center of the vast Zen'in estate.

Everyone within 500 meters, be they sorcerers or ordinary humans, felt as if a massive weight had settled upon them.

"With this treasure, I summon... "

As Mirai whispered softly, the shadows under the flickering lights began to churn violently.

"Mahoraga!!!"

Not far away, Naobito shouted in alarm, cold sweat running down his face.

No wonder they had been told to evacuate—it was the summoning ritual for the Ten Shadows Technique's strongest shikigami!

Naobito's fists clenched involuntarily, his heart pounding in his chest.

In all of Zen'in family history, not a single head who had mastered the Ten Shadows Technique had ever managed to tame this strongest of shikigami.

Before him, a massive figure emerged from the shadows, radiating sheer brutality and bloodlust.

Its upper body was bare, muscles bulging, and above its head floated a strange, ship-like formation that resembled a wheel.

Its right arm wielded a massive, unsheathed sword wrapped in bandages, its blade gleaming coldly.

Its fearsome face, fangs bared, had gnarled branches growing from its eyes like devil's wings.

At its feet, two rows of black dogs howled toward the sky, welcoming its arrival.

"The Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General, Mahoraga."

Mirai smiled as he recited the full name of the most powerful shikigami.

BOOM!

As Mirai admired the fearsome figure, Mahoraga swung its massive, sword-bound arm directly at him!

This was a solo taming ritual. Either Mirai would tame Mahoraga, or Mahoraga would kill him!

The sword's terrifying strike left a deep gash in the ground, sending shockwaves that shook the entire meeting room, causing it to collapse.

"Not bad! Not bad at all!"

Standing atop the rubble, Mirai was completely unharmed, his red eyes gleaming with excitement at Mahoraga's destructive power.

Mahoraga hesitated for a brief moment before leaping into the air once more!

BOOM!

Its steel-like left fist and its massive, sword-bound right arm descended like a violent storm, smashing repeatedly into the spot where Mirai stood.

As long as the caster wasn't dead, Mahoraga's assault would never stop.

The ground cracked like a spiderweb, deepening and spreading with every impact!

"Everyone fall back!!!"

"Alert the others to evacuate!"

Naobito, standing 500 meters away, shouted orders to the nearby sorcerers.

He knew all too well the terror Mahoraga represented.

Centuries ago, a Zen'in family head who wielded the Ten Shadows Technique had summoned this very shikigami to bring down the head of the Gojo family, resulting in mutual destruction.

And that head of the Gojo family, like Satoru today, had been a Six Eyes sorcerer with the Limitless Technique!

Naobito's feelings were conflicted as he watched Mirai perform this taming ritual so suddenly.

Worry, fear, dread... but also a glimmer of hope.

If Mirai succeeded...

He would become the most powerful Zen'in family head in history, without question.

...

As time passed, the meeting room had become nothing more than a deep, gaping hole.

The surface was littered with cracks and rubble, while down below, Mirai, in his intangible state, stared intently at the spinning formation above Mahoraga's head, counting the rotations.

Clink—

A clear sound echoed as the formation's spinning came to a stop.

Swoosh!

The Exorcist Blade cut through the air, the wind rushing past!

Mirai twisted his body just in time, but pain surged through his chest!

Two minutes and thirty seconds...

That was how long it had taken Mahoraga to break through Mirai's intangibility, just as he had anticipated.

The Kamui technique, though immensely powerful, wasn't invincible.

Mahoraga, the so-called strongest shikigami, was terrifying not because of its sheer strength or defense...

But because of its ability to adapt to everything against him or his mission.

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