"So, so strong..."
Natsuki Subaru stood frozen for several seconds before finally gasping in admiration.
Natsuki Subaru exercised every day, and his physical fitness could be said to far surpass that of an average person.
However, punching soone and sending them flying...
That was sothing you only saw in movies, right?
Oh wait, it made sense.
After all, Yuji Itadori was a Jujutsu Sorcerer; it was only logical for him to have so special abilities.
"Senior Itadori, was that the Jujutsu you ntioned earlier?"
Natsuki Subaru asked with a smile.
"No, I didn't use any Cursed Energy just now," Yuji Itadori said nonchalantly.
He truly hadn't used any Cursed Energy—
After all, if he had, that big guy wouldn't have just been sent flying and knocked unconscious.
Throughout these sixty-eight years, Yuji Itadori had continuously refined his Cursed Technique. Drawing inspiration from Satoru Gojo's Limitless Technique, he wrapped his body in tiny Dismantles, constantly cutting and repelling any matter that approached, thereby achieving a defensive effect similar to the Limitless Technique.
Just now, Yuji Itadori had specifically deactivated the technique; otherwise, the big man's arm would have likely turned directly into blood mist.
The man was just an ordinary human after all; giving them a small lesson was enough, in hopes they might turn over a new leaf.
Of course, a few bones were likely broken; he probably wouldn't be moving around much for the next few months.
"You didn't use any Cursed Energy? Then, then how... how did you send that guy flying?"
Natsuki Subaru's voice trembled slightly, his eyes involuntarily darting toward the trio lying on the ground.
Sending soone of that size flying with one hand using nothing but brute force?
That guy must have weighed at least two hundred pounds, right?
He couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Because I'm relatively strong, I guess."
"Just 'relatively' strong...?"
"Yeah. After all, without relying on Cursed Energy, it's a bit difficult to punch through tal walls with my bare hands. I can only punch through ordinary concrete walls."
"?! Wait, wait, wait, punching through concrete walls with your bare hands? Do you have so kind of misunderstanding of the phrase 'relatively strong'...?"
Natsuki Subaru felt a bit helpless.
Wasn't Yuji Itadori being a bit too much of an exaggeration?
And he could achieve that level relying solely on physical ability?
Now that's a real monster...
But at the thought of Yuji Itadori being here to help, Natsuki Subaru felt much more secure.
"Let's keep moving."
"Yeah, thanks for the hard work, Senior Itadori!"
...
Before long, Yuji Itadori followed Natsuki Subaru to the Slums.
Compared to the town center earlier, it was indeed much more desolate here.
The streets were sparsely populated, and the surrounding houses looked sowhat dilapidated.
Natsuki Subaru quickly found a house in the Slums and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and an old man even taller than the big man from earlier stepped out.
He was nearly three ters tall with dark skin. Although he had no hair, the beard on his face was already gray.
Yuji Itadori looked at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
—He was the first corpse in the video Natsuki Subaru had uploaded earlier.
Through their conversation, they learned his na was Old Man Rom. He lived in the Slums, depending on a girl nad Felt for survival.
Felt was a fairly famous thief in this area. The lost item Natsuki Subaru was looking for might be in her hands, and she was expected to return shortly to deliver the goods. Thus, Yuji Itadori and Natsuki Subaru could only wait here for now.
Although Old Man Rom looked fierce, he wasn't difficult to get along with. After a few words with Natsuki Subaru, they beca sowhat acquainted, chatting and laughing together.
"I'll go outside and take a look," Yuji Itadori said to Natsuki Subaru, stepping out of the house to prevent any unexpected situations.
After Yuji Itadori left, Old Man Rom's expression turned sowhat serious as he asked Natsuki Subaru:
"Kid, is that man your friend?"
Though he was asking Natsuki Subaru, Old Man Rom's gaze remained focused outside, in the direction where Yuji Itadori had left.
"Yeah, sort of."
Natsuki Subaru nodded.
"What do you an, 'sort of'?"
"Because strictly speaking, I only t him not long ago. But he's definitely trustworthy! He's here to help ; he even took care of a big problem for just a while ago."
Natsuki Subaru spoke up imdiately, his mind involuntarily recalling the trio Yuji Itadori had sent flying earlier. He glanced at Old Man Rom out of the corner of his eye.
He felt that even with a physique like Old Man Rom's, he would still be sent flying.
"As long as he's trustworthy."
"What's wrong, old man?"
"That young man's eyes... it's as if he's experienced death ti and ti again."
Old Man Rom's gaze also beca sowhat heavy.
Yuji Itadori looked like he was around the sa age as Natsuki Subaru, but their eyes were completely different.
Yuji Itadori's gaze was even deeper... than his own.
On the surface, Old Man Rom appeared to be just an ordinary person living in the Slums.
In reality, however, he was also a warrior who had once survived countless bloody battles.
And from Yuji Itadori, Old Man Rom felt a faint, familiar aura.
At this age, one shouldn't have eyes like those.
"Actually... Senior Itadori isn't exactly young..."
Natsuki Subaru murmured softly. After all, Yuji Itadori's true age didn't match his appearance at all.
While chatting, Natsuki Subaru also opened the Chat Group. The unread ssages had suddenly reached 99 .
At first, it was Sato Kazuma asking about their situation, but Yuji Itadori and Natsuki Subaru had been busy traveling and chatting, so they hadn't replied much.
Later, Sato Kazuma started chatting with the Young Itadori in the group. Unknowingly, the conversation had drifted off course, becoming an entirely different discussion about 'what kind of won do you like'.
The discussion had nothing to do with inner qualities; it was all about figure and appearance.
Sato Kazuma was almost begging for lewd pictures in the group.
Speaking of which, why did the seemingly mature and steady older version of Yuji Itadori ask such a question in the first place?
Just as Natsuki Subaru was wondering, a commotion ca from outside.
"Let go! Let go already!!!"
The voice was clear like a silver bell, but it was filled with fury.
A few seconds later, Yuji Itadori walked back into the room, carrying a petite girl in his hand.
Felt.
She had ssy but clean short blonde hair, with the tips slightly upturned like stalks of wheat tossed by the wind.
Those crimson pupils were like fire, yet full of wildness—like a little stray cat ready to bolt into a dark alley at any mont.
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