Why not dismantle the general directorate again?

It’s so funny. If the Department of Injutsu could be dismantled, they would cut off their own heads and use them as urinals.

The order issued by the General Directorate spread like a depth bomb in the world of sorcery that had just regained its peace! !

Chapter 287 Saving a Dog’s Life

【10月13日，08：55：44】

In New York, the United States, a museum specializing in collecting ancient artifacts suffered a theft. Three police cars surrounded the museum and six police officers walked out.

“According to the person who called the police, the stolen item was a human finger that was quite old and had become patinated. It was worth…nothing, it was just very old.”

“Human fingers?”

The police looked at each other and laughed. If the superiors did not take it seriously, this theft case would probably be buried in the sea. After all, searching for a finger with historical value would be very time-consuming and laborious.

The police were just doing their routine work, checking the surveillance, taking a look at the scene, sealing off the museum, and waiting for news…

The culprit, Xia Luo, is now traveling around the world, collecting Sukuna’s finger and wanting to see the scenery in different places.

The changes in Japan have no impact on other parts of the world, except that the curse in the air is decreasing, and the negative emotions around the world are involuntarily converging towards Japan.

After the 20th anniversary celebration, the 20th anniversary celebration of the founding of the Peoples’ Republic of China was held.

In the future, it is very likely that he will use his offspring for experiments. As for Geto Suguru’s body, let’s go back and check his grave. It would be bad if we don’t find it. We have also promised the two little guys.

It’s really interesting to open the Curse Spirit High School.

……

Japan.

The notice issued by the General Administration of Spells yesterday has spread thoroughly throughout the spell world. Spellcasters even thought that the old guys in the General Administration had taken the wrong medicine or were even occupied by cursed spirits. At this moment, they have gathered a team of 20 people to ask the General Administration for an explanation.

The sorcerer was born only to remove cursed spirits, but now he actually established a cursed spirit academy and gave them human identities. This absurd statement made everyone protest loudly.

The students who graduated from Tokyo Technical High School were fine. No one intervened in this matter. They were busy rebuilding the Jujutsu High School. After all, the people in charge were all from their school.

“We absolutely disagree with the decision to abolish the treatment of cursed spirits as human beings!!”

The people in the General Directorate raised their arms and shouted, wanting to completely exclude those outliers, and prepared to strike collectively: “You must show us your stance today, otherwise, we will strike collectively, and this sorcerer will be unworthy of his position!!”

The high-pitched voice echoed, and in response they were two crisp high-fives. Miura Shunya appeared, glanced at the magicians who were about to confront him, and said, “I would like to ask, who else on the field can open the [Tent]?”

“…”

Everyone was speechless. They… seemed unable to open it. They didn’t know what was going on. The [Tencent] that was supposed to consume part of the mana in the body could not be opened at this moment. They themselves were not very proficient in things like barriers, so naturally they had no where to check.

“…What does this have to do with the [account]? What we want to ask today is the announcement issued by your General Directorate that a high school will be established next year with the sole purpose of training cursed spirits. What does this mean? Our duty as curse masters is to exorcise those things.”

“Then you want someone to take charge and give an explanation? The elders in our general directorate just think this plan is feasible.”

Miura Shunya directly passed the buck and continued, “This matter is mainly handled by Gojo Satoru and Natsuroku. You can ask these two for an explanation. And… you can’t even unfold the most basic [account]? Are you… still a sorcerer?

At this moment! Additional notice 5 from the Directorate General;

[5. All magicians who cannot unfold the [Account] will return to the Jujutsu High School for retraining. Special magicians will be treated specially depending on the situation, and all level evaluations will be re-evaluated by the General Directorate.]”

“…”

Silence. Everyone on the field was suddenly sent back to the Jujutsu High School, just to retake the sorcerer’s basic course, barrier.

As for debating with Xia Luoshe and Gojo Satoru, the extent of the mess those two guys were doing was well known to everyone in the world of sorcery, and debating with them would undoubtedly be like talking to a cow.

Now it’s all right, let’s go back and rebuild…

Watching the crowd disperse, Miura Shunya didn’t care about this farce. After all, there were more sorcerers in this era than ever before. As long as those who had awakened the technique of [Death and Rebirth] were sent to a technical college for training for one or two years, they would enter a golden age of sorcery.

At this moment…it’s just a farce.

Miura Shunya turned around and looked at the summer sunset clone who was standing in the distance staring at him, nodded at it, and started to busy himself with his work.

Recruiting magicians, training magicians, re-evaluating magician levels, opening new schools, funding operations, there are so many things to do that they are overwhelmed. Although rebuilding Tokyo is the government’s business and has nothing to do with them, but… it’s right to be busy.

There is a lot of work to be done…

……

“That’s enough. If we take action here, it won’t affect other places.”

Ten kilometers above the sea from the coast of Japan, Fujitora Zhenlong looked at the Summer Sunset clone in front of him and said, “You want to fight me with just a clone? Wait until your real body comes back and fight me. Anyway, it’s not the decisive battle yet.”

“Just treat it as a sparring match. Don’t hold back. I’m just a clone. You can use all your strength and treat it as a way to familiarize yourself with fighting my real body in advance.”

Xia Luoche waved his hand and looked at Fujitora Zhenlong who was a hundred meters away. Although he said so, at the moment, all he wanted to do was to fulfill this guy’s dream for his main body and fight against the “strongest”.

“Discuss…”

Fujitora Zhenlong looked at Xia Riyue who had already taken a stance. It didn’t look like a sparring match at all. Was he trying to find out his strength or really wanted to defeat him? Perhaps… only a fight would tell the truth.

“Forget it, just treat it as an exercise. Although I feel that your life level is different from that of the rest of us, the clone is still a clone and cannot compare to the original body.”

The sound of wind echoed in his ears. At this moment, Fujitora Zhenlong was wrapped in blue cursed power. He clapped his hands, and the wind around him stopped abruptly, and he fell from the sky.

The next moment, a tsunami hundreds of meters high hit, the seabed plates began to move, and the submarine volcano erupted! !

This also belongs to “nature”.

“This is a natural choice.”

Fujitora Zhenlong shouted and instantly fell into the sea, being submerged by the oncoming sea water.

Xia Luo’s pupils contracted as he looked at the roaring tsunami, but he still felt that the distance was a little close to Japan.

Nature, natural disasters, survival of the fittest, the nature that humans obey is controlled by others, just like the end of the world…

I really don’t know what kind of attitude Gojo Sensei will show when facing such an opponent, and…what kind of technique did the six-eye owner from thousands of years ago inherit to be able to face such a natural disaster…

He clapped his hands, and a terrifying repulsive force extended, forming an invisible wall to block the sea water rushing towards him.

The tsunami hit the invisible wall with all its might, a blow that could have sunk even the most advanced aircraft carrier in human history, but it was as powerless as the waves hitting the rocks on the shore.

Fujitora Zhenlong was hiding in the sea water, and his technique did not allow him to get close. Because he was strong, he was weak.

Apart from controlling the wind, he would not show his weak body to others. His body… is too weak.

Even though his arm has been strengthened by cursed energy, if he fights an ordinary person in close combat, his arm may be directly broken. Although he can use the [Reversal Technique] to repair it, but… this will undoubtedly greatly affect the effectiveness of the technique.

Seeing that the tsunami did not affect the sunset, Fujitora Zhenlong left and stopped the ritual, and let the waves sweep him away, because… the meteorite is coming! !

Dozens of breaths later, the ferocious waves calmed down, and Xia Rixiu looked up at the sky. Under the azure sky, above the white clouds, a scarlet meteorite could be seen falling.

This situation reminded Xia Luoshe of Uchiha Madara’s [Heavenly Star]. To be honest, the similarity was one thousandth, except that his was smaller. It was now breaking through the atmosphere and falling towards him.

The diameter of a normal falling meteorite will not exceed one meter. After all, the meteorite will be almost worn out before falling to the ground. The one that Ban saw was made by himself.

This kind of person… can also be considered as created, right?

Watching the meteorite falling, Xia Rishe couldn’t muster up any interest, even though the impact he created could easily paralyze a city. After all, he was an expert at creating meteorites.

He clapped his hands and shouted whatever he wanted.

The next moment, a scarlet skull appeared on Xia Ri Luo’s body, majestic magic was indiscriminate, and a hundred-meter Susanoo stood tall in the world. Fujitora Zhenlong, who was a kilometer away, was confused and a little unconfident at this moment.

Who is the natural disaster?

With just this Tengu Giant, it shouldn’t be difficult to destroy a city easily, right?

As the sound of metal friction was heard, a terrifying aura spread over dozens of miles. It could be seen that the sky giant drew the samurai sword from his waist, and the clouds in the sky were split in two. The meteorites that had not yet fallen were instantly destroyed.

“……boom!!!”

The terrifying air wave instantly submerged Miura Toshiya in the sea, and the “natural disaster” he was proud of suffered a devastating blow.

The meteorite was destroyed, the spell was lifted, and Fujitora Zhenlong controlled the wind to lift himself up from the sea. He took a deep breath, and prepared to use his strongest move to fight against it.

He possesses the world’s largest range of techniques, and his body is therefore extremely fragile. In the past… with such a fragile body, he might even choke to death when drinking milk, but… he survived.

The air filled his chest, and a terrifying hurricane hit him. Fujitora Zhenlong formed seals with both hands and stood in the hurricane, roaring: “Face the storm!!”

The hurricane gathered, and the typhoon blew up the sea water like a sharp blade, trying to tear the hundred-meter Susano into pieces.

“boom!!!”

A Category 17 super typhoon was striking the 65-meter-long Susano at a speed of meters per second. The natural disaster was coming, the sea was churning, but Xia Rizhuo, standing in the Susano, just watched it all calmly. The range of his technique was indeed large.

But if they were equal, the power would be much smaller. However… he has already stood at the top of this world. After all… no one can defeat this level of technique except Gojo Satoru and himself.

Even though he destroyed the falling meteorite easily, if the meteorite fell, the light and sound barrier would be enough to spread three or four kilometers away, and if it fell on the city, it would cause unpredictable damage.

Susanoo stood tall in the world, flapping its wings behind it, and flew towards Fujitora’s dragon-suppressing might against the super typhoon without being affected at all.

Invincible…

Susanoo flew through the air and came in front of Fujitora Zhenlong who had already exerted his full strength. Looking at his expression of satisfaction and reluctance, he said, “It looks like I won.”

“…Heh, what an outrageous guy, he actually lost to his clone.”

Looking at the summer sunset standing in the center of Susanoo, Fujitora Zhenlong stopped the hurricane surrounding him, plunged into the sea, closed his eyes and waited for the reward of death.

It’s impossible to get excited when I’m with this kind of guy. It’s like he’s asking for trouble.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to die. Wait for Gojo Sensei to come out, and then you can have another sparring match. Then…it won’t be too late to think about death.”

Looking at Fujitora Zhenlong who had already fulfilled his expectations of this second life and was ready to die, Xia Riyue caught him and flew towards the coast of Japan.

Faced with such top talent, Xia Luocai would not let him die just like that.

There will be a lot to do in the future.

……

At this moment, the former site of Tokyo High Technical College is being rebuilt.

“That little bastard Xia Luoshi, wait for me, don’t let me catch him, or he will be dead.”

Whispering, Yega Masamichi ordered the magicians to rebuild Tokyo High School while puppets carrying huge rocks kept passing by.

Shura was sitting nearby, being stroked on the head by Zenin Maki, whispers were heard in his ears;

“Call back Summer Sunset, Shura.”

Zenin Maki rubbed Shura’s head angrily and said kindly, “The Tokyo school needs to be rebuilt now, so ask Xia Luo to come back and help, quickly.”

“I’ve already called out, but there’s nothing I can do if the master doesn’t respond to me.”