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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 108: What Will You See
Not only am I going to beat you, I'm going to beat you to death.

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When the world began, which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Ancient debates and puzzles have kept philosophers exploring the origins of life and the universe and even the nature of the world.

Humans were afraid of the unknown, but they were also keen to discover special things that could not be seen with the naked eye.

What started out as the simplest discussion of chickens and eggs to the question of which one was first and which was the soul and the body had evolved into dozens or even hundreds of questions. Human beings were keen to seek questions for themselves and delve into them. Countless Western branches have evolved from the source of the problem, and they wee tracing all the way.

Which came first, the soul or the body?

This was a philosophical question that was not only brain-consuming but also time-consuming.

In ancient Western mythology, humans were created by gods from the soil on the ground. God created human bodies, determined human shapes, and then gave humans souls. According to strange stories from the East, after a person died, their soul would go to the underworld, where ghosts and gods would judge theirs crimes during their lifetime and determined their punishment. After the torture was over, their soul would enter the reincarnation of the living again.

No matter which came first or last, both must always exist.

She couldn't come to a conclusion for a while about whether human beings had flesh or souls first. The only thing that was certain was that her flesh was a vessel that could hold things other than souls.

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It was quiet in the sewer.

The sunlight was swallowed up by the damp and dark underground, and water droplets seeping from the gaps in the stone bricks hit the ground.

The walls of the passage were neatly piled up one by one. The passage stretched all the way towards the darkness ahead. The running water carried a putrid smell and flowed under the platform. Dirt adhered to the bricks and tiles, like densely distributed bryophytes.

The walls of the special tunnel-type underground space were arched to facilitate the discharge and flow of urban sewage and industrial wastewater. The city and population were on the ground. The importance of building stability in the underground space was obvious. During urban planning, when building sewers, arched buildings that could withstand greater pressure were specially used.

The ground, blessed by the sun, formed a sharp contrast with the filthy underground, like black and white.

After entering September, the climate was humid and rainy, and the amount of rainwater discharged from the ground to the sewers increased sharply. The drainage channels were now particularly lively, with the forward flowing water carrying scattered rustling sounds and small black shadows crawling on the ground, fleeing in sight.

This was a nest for rats and an activity place for insects that like dark and humid environments.

The sewer was some distance from the ground. As long as there were not two Godzillas fighting down there, there was no need to worry about it affecting the ground.

This place was inaccessible, except for maintenance workers who regularly check the sewer and drainage facilities, basically no one would come here.

This was an excellent hiding place, not only for curse users, but also for cursed spirits if they need to avoid the sight of certain people.

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Before coming, she made a special trip to the cinema for an on-site inspection. With Ijichi as an intermediary and her status as a relevant high school official, she got permission to enter the movie theater.

The thin rays of sunlight shone far away on the horizon, and there were still water stains on the ground. A yellow warning tape was put up outside the cinema, informing people around that the place had been sealed off and that no unauthorized persons were allowed to enter.

The policeman who blocked her from entering the cinema turned sideways, indicating that she could enter. Yayoi bent down, raised the police cordon in front of her with one hand and got in.

The local police department immediately cordoned off the scene, and people related to the jujutsu society deliberately blocked information and kept the police confidential. On the surface, this matter became a secret room murder case. Even so, there was an uproar in the local area. After the murderer killed three high school students, the murderer left the scene leisurely without worrying that he would be arrested by the police.

Killing people with a joking attitude, Yayoi could probably understand why her brother, who usually always maintained a cheerful mood, changed his mood so much that he wanted to catch the other person and beat him up.

Before going to the cinema, Yayoi received a file from Ijichi on her mobile phone. When the page stayed on the victim's side, she paused.

The three guys in the file were beaten by her just two months ago, three idiots who bullied Junpei.

In the past two months, she had been in contact with Junpei and his mother. Occasionally Junpei would ask about the curse, and occasionally chat with Nagi about home affairs.

Junpei's mother, Nagi Yoshino, was Yayoi's old acquaintance. She was the neighbor's sister who loved to smoke when she was a child. Recently, Nagi had been sending resumes to Tokyo, trying to move her workplace to Tokyo.

Nagi knew most of the things about her son at school, and Junpei couldn't hide it anymore. The furious Nagi now gave her son a hard blow without saying a word, and tried her best to do it. After submitting her resume in Tokyo, she was finally hired by an advertising company a week ago.

"I'm going to move in the next few days." Nagi excitedly sent a message to Yayoi, "I'll take my son to play with you then."

The sliding finger rested on the photo on the file.

Public places like cinemas generally have surveillance equipment, and cinemas were no exception. The photo was cut from the surveillance video. The video and several daily photos of Junpei were attached to the file. Junpei was also at the same place and time of the crime.

The big boy in the photo had an expressionless face, looked unhappy, but he was much more energetic than he was two months ago.

The remnants in the cinema had not yet been eliminated, leaving the guy with filthiness walking around arrogantly, not caring about being discovered at all, but more like leaving clues specifically so that people could find him faster.

The finger resting on the phone screen paused, and after a moment, she slid open another page.

Yayoi called Ijichi.

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"Idle Transfiguration" was a technique that could transform the physical body by touching the soul.

The condition for the activation of the technique was touch, which meant that during the battle, one must always be on guard against the opponent's hands.

The human beings transformed by the cursed spirit were ordinary people who have no cursed energy and could not see the cursed spirit. Strictly speaking, the transformed humans were neither cursed spirits nor humans. If it had to give them a definition, in the movie, "alien" was probably the most suitable word for them at the moment.

Although it was too late, both from the perspective of the victim and the sorcerer, dying like this was currently the best outcome for transformed human beings, but this way of handling it still made Kento felt very unhappy.

The guy who transformed humans into this state was undoubtedly an extremely bad b*stard.

Kento swung his blunt sword and cut off the transformed person at the waist. The cursed spirit transformed the human body into a snake-like body. After being cut off, it did not die immediately, just like a snake whose head was cut off did not die immediately. The momentum of the attack reversed, and the iron bars of a birdcage suddenly rose from all sides.

The blunt sword wrapped under the cloth was rotated in the hand, and with the Ratio Technique, the ratio of seven to three was cut off at the waist of the transformed humans. The snake-shaped body that was struck was broken in response, and a spring of blood flowed out, erupting from the cross section.

The rancid sewage splashed into a circle, and was suddenly chopped into pieces by the blunt sword. The splashing sewage shot like arrows.

Human beings and cursed spirits fought with each other, from the platform to the drainage channel. The straight-flowing water channel was stepped on, one after another, and the connection was like a carefully designed tune. The sword, which was thickly wrapped in cloth, collided with the arm specially strengthened by the cursed spirit, making a dull sound like a blunt instrument colliding. The cursed spirit that blocked the blunt sword that was slashing across it jumped up and jumped from the sour sewage to the moss-like filthy platform. The blunt sword was swung out by Kento who followed closely, with a ratio of seven to three, slashed towards the proportion point with the sword, the cursed spirit's wrist was cut off by a blunt blow, and the sound of the explosion was like the body of an insect being crushed.

However, the opponent did not show any anger or cry of pain. It shook the broken limbs. After the bones were chopped off, the palms were connected to the wrists by the muscles, so that they could not fall off.

Whether it was its technique or its personality, the opponent had a very bad compatibility with him.

Kento, who had a stable personality and liked to plan things in advance, had a very bad compatibility with the guy who thought things happen as soon as they happen. This was one of the reasons why he didn't respect Satoru. Not only did that guy have a bad personality, but his behavior was also quite frivolous. It seemed that he had a girlfriend recently, and that guy was getting more and more crazy. Even so, he was just a person with a bad personality. The thing in front of him had almost nothing to do with being bad, it was not a human being.

The severed tendons and muscles squirmed like boneless molluscs. The bones grew back, and the muscles and blood covered the exposed bones. The modified and shrunken human was pressed into the palm of its hand.

Bad ridicule like a joke, discussion about which came first between soul and body.

After being transformed, the changing form of human beings had nothing to do with the quality of the original body. It extended, shrank, and expanded, and the consciousness still remained in the transformed body.

After a short conversation, the cursed spirit with stitches on its face was very satisfied with Kento's rating as a first-grade sorcerer. So far, the scope of its transformations have been ordinary people. Because they were too weak, they could not survive the transformation process and died directly. What about with a sorcerer?

The special-grade cursed spirit who named himself Mahito looked at the test object delivered to its door with satisfaction and showed a very happy smile.

Kento frowned and tightened his grip on the sword, subconsciously trying to defend himself.

A series of footsteps passed by in a flash, and the opponent's speed was beyond what he had seen so far. It wasn't until the face was in front of him that Kento realized that this guy had increased its speed. Since it could touch other people's souls to change the body shape, theoretically one's own body shape could also be changed.

The hand that was about to perform the technique was about to press on Kento's flank, and the smile on the corner of the cursed spirit's mouth pulled towards its cheeks. The excitement couldn't stop showing on the human-like face, but the next moment, it solidified on its face.

The wall beside the conjurer cracked with fine marks as delicate as spider silk, like parasitic vines climbing on the wall, or like flexible and slender snakes, spreading, dancing, and suddenly breaking.

The rancid dust rushed to its face, and the wall made of stone bricks suddenly collapsed. The tip of the golden blade touched its forehead. Mahito controlled its body to rotate to avoid it. The sharp blade scraped its face and drew a long and thin trail of blood.

The addition of a third party and sudden changes.

Someone grabbed Kento's back collar and pulled him back. The fingers touching the back of his neck were warm, which was human body temperature.

The collapsed walls raised a thick cloud of dust in the tunnel, and gravel fell into the drainage channel. The drainage water carried small stones and flowed forward, while larger stones were left in the water and on the platform.

In the dark tunnel, the bright colors brightened the eyes and made the sight much more comfortable.

"Amamiya-san." Kento paused.

"Nanami-san." Yayoi let go of Kento's back collar, "Sorry, it's an emergency."

"No, thank you very much." Kento adjusted the glasses on his nose.

It was impolite to pull someone's back collar casually, but the current situation was special. Not only would Kento not blame her, but he would also thank her. If Yayoi hadn't pulled his back collar, afraid he would have been buried with Mahito.

After all, it was a special-grade cursed spirit, so burying it alive obviously had no effect on it.

The rustling sound resounded in the tunnel where the sound of water echoed again. Among the rubble, the python with a lush blue mane used its head to push away the rubble on its body, and crawled on the ground. It swam out and suddenly jumped up. Its body as thick as a bucket bounced towards the direction of Yayoi and Kento.

The handle of the blunt sword in his hand was tightened, and Kento's eyes tightened. When he was about to attack, the golden chain pierced the smooth road under his feet, and his whole body was covered with golden light, rising and bending suddenly, like the sunset. The tide was rising like on the beach, and the sound of metal rubbing against each other came one after another.

The huge python was locked in a cage, and its heterochromatic pupils froze for a moment. A blunt sword wrapped tightly in cloth slashed at it, and its body was split into two.

The fallen head squirmed twice, and the body reorganized, grew and elongated.

The golden chains scattered like fireflies in the dark tunnel and disappeared into the air. The bound half of the body fell to the ground with a snap.

Yayoi turned her head and looked at the cursed spirit that was breaking free from its restraints.

"Arara, your hair is beautiful. "The naked curse spirit blinked its pupils of different colors, and looked at Yayoi's hair like fire and blood with bright eyes.

"Two sorcerers, it seems I have good luck today." Mahito clapped excitedly.

"It's one and a half." Yayoi corrected it.

"Why one and a half?" The cursed spirit, who studied human behavior and speech, was obviously very curious about this statement.

"He is one." Yayoi pointed at Kento and then at herself, "I am the "half". "

"Why do you say that?" Mahito asked enthusiastically.

"Because I'm a half-assed." Yayoi's face was expressionless, and the next moment, Kento's sword struck the cursed spirit's head.

"Ah, I can't actually see your soul." The cursed spirit raised its head and scratched its chin with the blunt sword. Its eyes were shining, as if it saw some incredible novel toy, and then it moved its fingers a few times. "Well, it doesn't matter, let's give it a try."

"Ama—"

A cold feeling ran from his spine to his brain. Kento reacted immediately. The cursed spirit planned to do it again. This guy could change a person's body by touching their soul. It must not be allowed to touch them, absolutely not.

The syllables that came out of his mouth stopped in his mouth before he had time to form words, like a flood that had been vented halfway and suddenly closed the floodgates.

The knee joints of both legs were turned upside down, and the human-like legs had transformed into deer-like legs that were good at running in the jungle. The opponent suddenly accelerated, its palms spread out, and it stretched out towards Yayoi.

The water seeping from the cracks in the rocks splashed down, and the fallen dust rose and fell again.

The palm of the cursed spirit and Yayoi's arm were very close. The moment they were about to make contact, a dull pain came from its jaw, and the sound of broken bones could be heard clearly in the tunnel.

Yayoi raised her knees and punched the chin of the guy who suddenly rushed over. The upper and lower jaws knocked together, like a sword being suddenly pulled down. The sound made people's teeth hurt. The human-looking cursed body arched towards the tunnel uncontrollably. The top flew out, but was hit in the face by a fist that came from the side. The sound of bone cracking sounded again, and the cursed spirit fell into the water, splashing into the turbid water curtain.

The cursed spirit who was hit in the face got up from the water and looked at the two people in front of it. It felt extremely satisfied. The joy of fighting and the joy of receiving its favorite test subject made it extremely satisfied.

The pain that it felt later was like a basin of cold water poured down on its head. When the bright red blood flowed out of the nose, the cursed spirit was a little confused.

"Ah, can you hit me?" The cursed spirit named Mahito looked at Yayoi in a daze.

Not only the face hit by the fist, but also the place where the tip of the blade was scratched just now felt a dull pain, and the pain remained on the body.

Yayoi's eyes were neither happy nor sad, cold and mechanical.

"Can you hit me?" It repeated it again, its voice louder than before, filled with shock, excitement, and... fear of natural enemies.

Yayoi didn't respond.

Because she had been burned by fire before, Yayoi had a natural discomfort and psychological shadow towards flames. The pain of having been burned by flames was like the feeling of being bitten by ants. Naturally, she did not like Jogo who was covered in fire. However, this human-looking cursed spirit made her feel even worse than the volcano-headed cursed spirit.

Not only she was going to beat it, she was going to beat it to death.

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Kento hated working overtime, and he also hated the people or cursed spirits who make him work overtime.

There was no doubt that cursed spirit could be classified as a special-grade cursed spirit. Not only did it have the appearance of a human, but its learning ability was also extremely close to that of humans. It could learn jutsu, learn human behavior, and learn human... cunningness'.

The sewers were in a mess, with broken steel bars and shattered walls piled into ruins, and the drainage channels silently exuded the stench of sewage.

Except for himself and Yayoi, there were no more cursed spirits or humans in the sewers.

Kento sighed and let the guy run away. There would definitely be a lot of trouble in the future, and he had to work overtime again.

#thisisallfate
#laborisshit
#sorcererisshit

The injury suffered by the opponent was not serious. Although it was not cured, the opponent was unable to move in a short period of time.

As Kento thought, his eyes fell on the red-haired woman who was as quiet as a chicken and as well-behaved as a deer. Except for her clothes, which were a little messy, this woman didn't have any injuries at all, as if she just went out for some exercise.

If he cooperated with Yayoi in the front, this red-haired woman unilaterally beat the special-grade cursed spirit in the back, and her strength had completely surpassed that special-grade cursed spirit.

"Amamiya-san, you should have special strength." After careful consideration, Kento made a standard evaluation of Yayoi.

"I did not participate in the sorcerer rating." Yayoi said honestly, "I am just an assistant teacher, and my salary is still paid by Gojo."

Kento: "..."

Kento thought, deeply doubting whether there was something wrong with Satoru's mind.

"I'm just a dabbler." Yayoi said sincerely, her eyes were extremely sincere.

Kento: "..."

If you were a dabbler, then who am I? A rookie among rookies?

What kind of weirdo were you?

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• Omake •

Little redhead: I'm going to beat you to death.

Little tiger: I will beat you to death.

Mahito: a cold feeling behind the back.jpg

Brainy: This body is used to being beaten, thank you.


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