Chapter 76 (Patreon)

Ragnar Kagenou stood up.

“Let’s go.”

At that moment, the councilman could no longer stay seated.

“Follow them.”

After Ragnar left, the councilman gathered several jujutsu sorcerers and went after him.

— — — — — —

“Who the hell are you?”

Kinji Hakari stared at Ragnar Kagenou, then glanced at Kirara Hoshi.

Kirara shook his head, showing that he had no idea either.

It was no surprise Hakari didn’t recognize him. Ragnar had been active overseas for the past few years. Among the newer generation of jujutsu sorcerers, almost no one knew his name.

Ragnar asked calmly, “Why did you drop out?”

Hakari clicked his tongue.

“I hated the higher-ups. So I picked a fight with them.”

Just mentioning it made irritation crawl across his face again.

Hakari narrowed his eyes.

“You’re from Jujutsu High too, aren’t you? What, did they send you here to drag me back?”

He waved a hand dismissively.

“Forget it. I’m not going back. And neither is he.”

Hakari pointed at Kirara.

“I see.” Ragnar’s expression barely changed. “Then what are you planning to do after leaving Jujutsu High?”

“What we do has nothing to do with you.”

Screech—!

At that moment, two cars pulled up in front of them.

The councilman sat in the convertible, looking down at them with a smug smile.

“We meet again, brat.”

Ragnar didn’t even look at him.

He simply continued facing Hakari.

Kirara lowered his voice. “That guy is a Diet member. If you provoke him, even a jujutsu sorcerer won’t get away clean.”

Ragnar sighed faintly.

“So our conversation can’t continue until I deal with the noisy clown first.”

The councilman’s expression stiffened.

“You humiliated me in front of important people. I’ll teach you what happens when a jujutsu sorcerer forgets his place.”

Four Semi-Grade 2 sorcerers stepped out of the black car and surrounded Ragnar.

Then the councilman pulled out a pistol and aimed it at him.

“No one gets to stain authority. Not even a jujutsu sorcerer.”

He sneered.

“Do you understand? Power is fragile. That is why threats must be removed.”

Ragnar looked at the barrel of the gun and said quietly,

“Put it down now, and I’ll let you die a little easier.”

The councilman cocked the pistol.

“Brat, what you’re facing now is power.”

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

A sharp metallic clash followed.

Whoosh—!

Golden Noble Phantasms flashed through the air.

In the next instant, the four Semi-Grade 2 sorcerers had their limbs severed and were nailed to the surrounding walls.

Their screams tore through the street.

Ragnar smiled faintly.

“A clown’s act should end with applause. But screams work too.”

The councilman’s face went pale.

“You… What are you doing?! I’m a Diet member! If I use my authority, you’ll be making an enemy of this country!”

Ragnar finally looked at him.

“Authority?”

Golden ripples bloomed behind him.

“What stands before you is absolute violence.”

His voice remained calm.

“A single country trying to stand in my way will only be crushed.”

Splurt—!

“AAAAAAHHH!”

The councilman was torn apart and thrown onto the street like trash.

Even then, Ragnar left him alive.

Mercy, in its own cruel way.

Enough to let him feel death slowly approaching.

Hakari stared at the scene, his expression tightening.

“A golden cursed technique… You’re Special Grade?”

Kirara’s eyes widened.

“Ragnar Kagenou…”

Good.

Now they could finally talk properly.

Ragnar nodded.

“That’s right.”

Hakari opened his mouth, glanced at the dying councilman on the ground, then looked back at Ragnar.

“Even if you’re Special Grade, doing something like this really will make you an enemy of the country.”

Ragnar replied calmly,

“Didn’t you know? A sorcerer capable of overthrowing a country is what they call Special Grade.”

Hakari swallowed once.

“…Right. Got it. Still, we don’t want anything to do with this. We just wanted to leave school and open a shop in Tokyo.”

He raised both hands slightly.

“Getting involved with someone like you sounds like a bad bet.”

Kirara nodded.

“Same.”

Ragnar said, “And here I thought I could help get your suspension revoked.”

Hakari shook his head.

“No need. Honestly, even without that mess, we probably would’ve left after graduation anyway.”

Kirara added, “Same.”

Ragnar looked at him silently.

Was he a recorder? Did he only know that one line?

“Fine. If that’s the path you’ve chosen, I won’t stop you.”

Just as Ragnar was about to leave, he paused and asked,

“What exactly is your relationship?”

Hakari and Kirara answered at the same time.

“Lovers.”

Ragnar fell silent.

Fine.

So that really was the case.

According to the student records, Kirara Hoshi was listed as male.

— — — — — —

Kyoto Jujutsu High.

The academy stood in a quiet corner of the city, carrying the solemn weight unique to the jujutsu world.

At that moment, a figure appeared at the end of the road.

Ragnar Kagenou.

He walked toward Kyoto Jujutsu High at an unhurried pace.

At the same time, Yoshinobu Gakuganji was rushing out from inside the school.

A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead. It was obvious he had come in a hurry.

The moment he saw Ragnar, a respectful smile appeared on his face, and he quickened his steps.

“Oh? The principal came to greet me personally?”

Ragnar’s lips curved slightly.

Gakuganji hurriedly waved his hand.

“Not at all. Having a Special Grade sorcerer like you visit Kyoto Jujutsu High is an honor. As principal, welcoming you personally is only natural.”

After a few polite exchanges, Ragnar suddenly changed the subject.

“I heard the conservative faction at the school has been rather active lately.”

Gakuganji’s expression sank.

He sighed inwardly.

As expected, there was no avoiding this.

Still, he quickly composed himself and answered,

“We have already investigated the matter. The instigators have been punished appropriately.”

Ragnar looked at him with calm, unreadable eyes.

“You moved quickly.”

Gakuganji finally breathed a little easier.

Then he asked, “By the way, are you here to see Miss Ieiri?”

Ragnar thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Shoko? I suppose I don’t have anything else to handle. Let’s go see her.”

— — — — — —

“Medical staff really never get a break.”

Ieiri Shoko, who was preparing to treat the injured, heard the voice from behind her.

Without turning around, she said,

“That’s because there are too few people who can use Reverse Cursed Technique.”

Ragnar walked over and watched as Shoko worked.

“Reverse Cursed Technique isn’t something people can learn just because they feel like it.”

Shoko glanced at him as he began observing and imitating her cursed energy control.

Ragnar replied, “You won’t know until you try.”

Shoko gave a faint smile.

“Fair enough. You’re Special Grade, after all. Maybe Reverse Cursed Technique won’t be impossible for you.”

At that moment, through Sha Naqba Imuru — The Omniscient Omnipotent Star, Ragnar clearly perceived the structure of Reverse Cursed Technique.

Not only how it operated within the body, but also how it could be applied to others.

Reverse Cursed Technique was a high-level form of cursed energy manipulation.

By multiplying cursed energy against itself, the negative energy of cursed energy was converted into positive energy.

In simpler terms, it transformed destructive power into healing power.