Looking Forward to Another World Chapter 893: Six Eyes

"..."

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Inside the temple, where nearly ten jujutsu sorcerers had suddenly appeared, there was no other sound aside from waves of cursed energy that surged forth like flames.

Yet even this fierce cursed energy was like a few tiny flames facing an erupting volcano when compared to the cursed energy surging from Riezel’s suddenly restrained body. No matter how one looked at it, the former was far inferior to the latter.

Only the cursed energy emanating from Satoru was barely capable of contending with Riezel’s, and even then, it was only barely enough.

Yes, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the modern era actually possessed less cursed energy than Riezel!

Such a fact left the jujutsu sorcerers who had just arrived utterly silent, their hearts trembling with astonishment.

However, it was precisely because this astonishing cursed energy had appeared that they had been alerted. They had not even dared to think about the matter any further and had immediately acted to restrain the source of this overwhelming cursed energy.

Under such circumstances, Riezel seemed to have just regained consciousness. Looking at the many jujutsu sorcerers who had suddenly appeared, he raised an eyebrow and reined in his cursed energy.

Only then did the astonishing cursed energy gradually disappear, causing the many jujutsu sorcerers with grim expressions to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Even Satoru was the same.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness. For a second there, I thought my old school building was about to get wrecked."

Still holding Riezel down by the shoulder and arm, Satoru spoke with lingering relief.

Hearing that, Riezel turned his head toward him, but the moment he looked over, his attention was immediately drawn to Satoru’s eyes.

Satoru had already removed his eyepatch, revealing a pair of azure-blue eyes within his eye sockets that resembled jewels, with what seemed like white mist swirling within them. They did not look like organs belonging to a living creature at all, but rather a pair of glass beads carved into exquisite works of art.

In this world, those eyes were known as the Six Eyes.

The Six Eyes were actually an innate gift passed down within the jujutsu sorcerer clan into which Satoru had been born. Only one person with that special ability appeared every few centuries.

Almost every person who possessed this pair of eyes had been an outstanding figure of their respective era.

Not only did they possess unobstructed 360-degree vision over vast distances, but they could also distinguish sorcerers, see through cursed techniques, track and predict the trajectory of cursed energy, and perform extremely precise cursed energy manipulation.

Even when their field of vision was obstructed, their sight would not be hindered or impaired.

Therefore, although Satoru had always worn an eyepatch, he could still clearly see the outside world through it without his vision being affected.

At this moment, Satoru had removed his eyepatch and revealed these special eyes that appeared only once every few centuries.

Although nearly ten jujutsu sorcerers around him had joined forces to restrain Riezel, the truth was that with Riezel’s own strength and the enormous amount of cursed energy he had just released, even if there had been twice as many jujutsu sorcerers, they would never have been able to restrain him.

But because Satoru had also intervened, Riezel’s movements had been successfully restrained.

Satoru’s hand pressing down on his shoulder had happened to block the cursed energy that was flowing through that exact location at the time.

Satoru’s other hand, which was gripping his arm, had likewise intercepted the surge of cursed energy that was about to erupt.

Because of the Six Eyes, Satoru had seen through the flow of cursed energy within Riezel’s body. Of course, his own cursed energy manipulation was also incredibly precise, which was why he could accomplish such a feat.

Without him, even if the jujutsu sorcerers surrounding Riezel had each been twice as strong, they would never have been able to restrain him in the state he had just been in.

"...It’s fine here now. You can all go back."

Perhaps because he understood this, the burly man who had appeared at the beginning released the cursed corpse he had been pinning to the ground and spoke in a deep voice.

Upon hearing that, the surrounding jujutsu sorcerers took a long look at Riezel before gradually withdrawing one after another.

"Gojo!"

Gazing sharply at Satoru, the burly man even shouted angrily at him.

"Don’t look at me like that..." Satoru raised his hands in surrender. "I wasn’t the one who made him do it!"

Unfortunately, his defense earned him nothing but an angry punch from the burly man.

"I was talking about you releasing the cursed corpse ahead of time!"

Faced with the man’s angry reprimand and affectionate fist, Satoru practically skipped away while whistling.

"But you were the one who said we should test him, right? Shouldn’t you take full responsibility for it?"

Satoru’s shameless response caused the burly man’s veins to bulge.

Unable to do anything about this shameless man, the burly man could only force himself to shift his attention and turn toward Riezel.

"I’m Masamichi Yaga, principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High."

Masamichi wore sunglasses, had his hair slicked back, and possessed an intimidating appearance. Even his introduction sounded as though it were coming from the leader of a yakuza organization, making him look nothing like the principal of a school.

"By the way, he was also my homeroom teacher when I was a student. He made that cursed corpse, too."

Satoru stirred up trouble from the side without a care in the world, while he had already put his eyepatch back on.

Riezel naturally knew Masamichi Yaga, the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High.

Besides, the person mentioned earlier who was exceptionally skilled at creating cursed corpses, even to the point of creating cursed corpses that possessed life and intelligence, was the very burly man standing before him who looked more like the head of a yakuza organization.

"Riezel Brynhart."

Riezel gave his name for the time being.

"Special grade curse user, Riezel Brynhart." Masamichi stared directly at him. "Tell me, who are you?"

Very direct.

Very straightforward.

Very decisive.

Very quick.

Masamichi had directly placed on the table the very question that everyone was concerned about, yet no one had dared to ask so openly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Aren’t you deliberately stepping on a landmine here?"

Satoru complained from the side, only for Masamichi to immediately lock an arm around his neck.

"Shut up, Gojo!"

Masamichi exclaimed angrily, as though frustrated by his lack of sense.

"I’m not like you. I can’t just set aside every unstable factor and bring someone like this into the school!"

"Yuji Itadori was one thing back then since he wasn’t Ryomen Sukuna."

"I could tolerate you with Yuta Okkotsu back then because there was a genuine possibility that he would stand on our side."

"But this boy is far too mysterious and suspicious! I can’t just let you do whatever you want! Do you understand?"

"I have to take responsibility for all the students at Jujutsu High. Do you understand that, Gojo?!"

It was obvious that Masamichi had been putting up with Satoru for a long time. The arm locked around Satoru’s neck was exerting so much force that the veins were almost bulging out, causing Satoru’s face to turn blue as he repeatedly slapped Masamichi’s arm.

Satoru looked exactly like a weakling tapping the mat in surrender in a wrestling ring.

Ignoring Satoru’s surrender, Masamichi turned toward Riezel once again.

"Anyway, this irresponsible bastard did recommend you to me and asked me to let you join Tokyo Jujutsu High, but I haven’t given my final approval yet. I can still reject the decision."

"Special grade curse user, Riezel Brynhart. Tell me everything about yourself."

"Your identity, your origins, and your reason for becoming a jujutsu sorcerer!"

After Masamichi’s heavy words fell, the scene once again fell silent.

Riezel looked at Masamichi.

Masamichi also looked at Riezel.

In the end...

"My identity and origins aren’t something I can’t talk about. But since you’re taking such a hard-line approach, I don’t like making things more complicated than they need to be, so I’ll just make everything clear."

Riezel spoke calmly, his expression remaining casual and composed.

"I don’t have to join any jujutsu school. It’s only because Gojo was willing to teach me how to use jujutsu, and I wanted a place where I could come into contact with jujutsu society that I went along with the arrangement and agreed to join."

Masamichi could naturally understand what those words meant.

"Are you saying that as long as someone teaches you how to use jujutsu, you can accept joining either side, even if that means becoming a curse user?"

Masamichi questioned solemnly.

Truth be told, being questioned so harshly by a man who looked like a yakuza boss could genuinely frighten someone who lacked courage.

Unfortunately, Riezel was not one of those people.

Not only was he completely unfazed, but he even replied with an ambiguous smile.

"What if I said yes?"

Riezel’s answer left Masamichi silent.

At this point, Satoru stopped fooling around instead. At some point, he had moved to the side and was standing there with his arms folded and a smile on his face, looking as though none of this had anything to do with him and seeming completely unconcerned with the conversation between Riezel and Masamichi.

Even though the two of them were already showing signs of reaching an impasse, Satoru continued to watch with a smile, apparently without the slightest concern.

In fact, he genuinely was not worried.

No one understood Masamichi better than he did. Although Masamichi appeared rough and aggressive, he was actually very meticulous and thoughtful.

A person who wasn’t meticulous couldn’t possibly spend every day sitting there with a needle and thread, sewing stuffed dolls, right?

For that reason, Satoru knew very well that although Masamichi looked as though he was about to fall out with Riezel while questioning him, he was actually using the opportunity to test him.

As for refusing to let Riezel join the school?

It was complete nonsense.

He was a special grade curse user capable of easily exorcising a special grade cursed spirit. If they truly let him leave and allowed him to act freely outside, neither Masamichi nor the old higher-ups of jujutsu society would feel at ease.

"Precisely because his origins are mysterious and he’s highly suspicious, we should keep him where we can watch him."

Back then, that was the reason Satoru had used to convince Masamichi and the higher-ups of jujutsu society.

Otherwise, how could Riezel have had the opportunity to enter Tokyo Jujutsu High and be tested personally by Masamichi?

He would have been rejected at the school’s entrance long ago!

After all, no matter how one looked at it, this place was an important base of jujutsu society. If they truly did not want Riezel to join, why would they have allowed him inside?

As expected...

"I’ll be watching you..." Masamichi said in a deep voice. "I hope you won’t lose your way on the path of jujutsu and become a curse that needs to be exorcised."

After saying that, he picked up the cursed corpse from the ground and turned to Satoru.

"Give him his uniform. By now, his student ID should be ready, so go help him get it."

Leaving those words behind, Masamichi turned and walked away.

"Congrats, Riezel."

Satoru immediately began applauding Riezel.

"Congrats on becoming a first-year freshman at Tokyo Jujutsu High! What a happy occasion!"

Hearing that, Riezel did not even feel like talking to Satoru.