Chapter 176 – Chapter 164 Zen’in Goin
“Cursed sorcerer?”
Nanakusa Kenjito looked at the two people walking out from the alley and made a judgment on their cursed energy.
“Eh!? Could such an old granny really fight?” Itadori Yuuji was满脸惊讶 (full of surprise) looking at that white-haired granny who needed a cane even to move.
“Child, don’t underestimate the elders.”
Despite her silver hair and gray temples, Futagomori Baba felt great displeasure being talked about in terms of age like that.
Seemingly to prove that she was still fit despite her age, she tossed away her cane and brought her palms together: “Grandson.”
“I know, grandma.” Futagomori Baba’s grandson, Egami Niji, stepped in front of his grandmother, making a defensive stance in front of her.
The latter started mumbling 忖阅费群 (a specific phrase or incantation) rapidly and under her breath.
“This is… Summoning Technique?”
Nanakusa Kenjito frowned as he watched the old lady being protected. Knowing young Inumaki Takuma very well, he had some knowledge of summoning techniques. He immediately commanded:
“Itadori-san, Fushiguro-san, prioritize attacking that granny.”
“Alright!”
“Understood.”
Itadori instantly charged toward Egami, who was in a defensive stance.
At the same time, Fushiguro attacked from another direction. He also ordered the swift Doku-O dog to circle around behind Futagomori Baba.
Itadori threw a punch at Egami, who raised his hands to block it. However, Itadori suddenly changed tactics – he turned his fist into a palm, and reached out to grab the man’s wrist, pulling him forcefully towards himself.
Struggling against the pull, Egami used his shoulder to ram into Itadori. But unexpectedly, Itadori loosened his grip, turned around, and they passed each other back-to-back, leaving Futagomori Baba exposed.
Itadori did not stop as he charged directly at the elderly woman. Just when Egami tried to turn back to intercept, another mature and reliable figure moved forward.
The blunt sword wrapped in white bandages swung downwards from Nanakusa’s hand, cutting sharply through Egami’s right forearm, severing his wrist completely. Blood splatters stained Nanakusa’s cheek.
Undeterred, he swung the blade horizontally towards the adversary’s waist with no hesitation. To avoid being sliced in half, Egami used his remaining left hand to block, but as a result, his left forearm was cut off, and his body was kicked away forcefully.
“Ugh!”
Egami flew backwards like a kite with severed strings, crashing hard onto the ground where he slid several meters before stopping, leaving blood-soaked rags. His battered back left his white shirt drenched in red.
Though dealt such serious blows, he clenched his teeth and remained silent.
The old woman whom Egami was protecting faced attacks from both Itadori and Fushiguro.
The fierce claws of the Doku-O, even capable of injuring someone of Special Rank, certainly inflicted grievous wounds on an aged white-haired woman.
A deep claw mark instantly appeared on the grandmother’s back, forcing her to halt her invocation mid-sentence and fall forward stunned.
Ahead stood Itadori with a concentrated, layered mass of curse energy in his fists.
His fist collided with Futagomori Baba’s abdomen, with an explosive release of curse energy penetrating from abdomen to back.
Itadori met her gaze.
To everyone’s shock, Futagomori Baba’s wrinkled face twisted into a ghastly smile with wrinkles resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.
In between puzzled gazes from Itadori and Fushiguro, her body seemingly liquefied and gradually turned white.
A paper doll sized about a palm glided slowly through the air.
“What!?”
“Paper doll?”
Fushiguro’s eyes widened in alarm. He shouted, “Disposable substitute-type cursed tool?”
Just then, a shout echoed from the rooftop nearby: “Grandson! Now!”
Both heads turned instantly, but they discovered that the real Futagomori Baba was standing on the rooftop the whole time, perhaps starting the summoning ritual before the dummy and this man appeared.
Upon receiving a signal from Futagomori Baba, Egami finally opened his mouth and bit down on a small glass bottle in his mouth until the glass shards and its contents were swallowed together.
“Distant relative En?!”
Futagomori on the rooftop brought her palms together and called out a name.
Egami’s severely injured body suddenly straightened and stood up like a zombie. The severed hands had somehow regrown. It didn’t look like a reverse technique was used for healing them.
“Could it be the effect of the summoning technique?” Nanakusa held his blade alertly, focusing on the thin man who had risen from the dead.
Itadori and Fushiguro retreated to his side, preparing themselves for battle anew.
Suddenly, Egami’s image vanished from their sight.
“What!?” The three shuddered.
A whirling attack struck from their side; Fushiguro whipped his head around but was sent flying by the backhand of a fist.
Itadori responded faster, sensing a new figure appearing amid them and turning back to strike with his fist.
But his balance was broken when his leg was swept, and he was lifted into the air, only to have a big hand follow and press him forcefully into the ground, tearing fissures into the pavement.
Blood spewed from Itadori’s mouth, staining the hands of Egami.
“Itadori, Fushiguro!”
Nanakusa roared, slashing his blade, but Egami, now with dramatically altered movements, easily blocked it by lifting his hand upward, seized Nanakusa’s gripping hand, and struck his stomach, causing him to loosen his grip on the dull weapon.
Caught by the counterattack, Nanakusa temporarily leapt back to create distance, while Egami grabbed the fallen blade and prepared to strike the laid-out Itadori.
The latter reacted just in time, rolling out clumsily to narrowly dodge the dull blade.
“…What happened?”
Rapidly regaining his composure and readying for the renewed fight, he faced his adversaries with his allies.
“How do you feel, grandson?” Futagomori’s boastful voice rang above.
Gradually lifting his head, Egami’s half of the face transformed into another person’s visage, dripping black, messy hair unable to hide the gleam in his eye.
“Feels excellent, grandma.”
…
Synopsis:
Sū Nian transcended into a parallel world and found herself participating in a live-content creation variety show.
Participants followed the program’s prompt to create content. When given the theme ‘Regret,’ many focused on sentimental stories or mundane narratives. Sū took a unique approach and presented something that gave her audience a little bit of MiHoYo impact.
She crafted “Purgatorium,” detailing the story of the Thirteen Heroes of the Cataclysm.
At first, viewers thought it was ordinary fiction, but quickly realized the narrative deviated greatly…
A commoner, having lost everything—friends, lover, career—yet still bearing the responsibility to save the world.
“There will be stars shining brightly after I depart, for I once existed. There will be flowers blooming because I never left?”
May civilization last like a fire never to wane, may this era be as glorious as golden times.
Thirteen conflicting stories, thirteen individuals who abandoned their fates.
Netizens erupted in excitement: “Too good, too good, so hard to bear!”
Organizers collectively wondered with question marks: “What happened?”
Theme of Regret he wrote Break Down the Mainline of HoYoverse’s Honkai Impact
Theme of Dedication he wrote The Last Lesson
Theme of Growth he wrote Eternal Flames in Bloom
After school ends, become a jujutsu sorcerer.
