Chapter 17: Using Genjutsu
"Look, I'm in a hurry."
Kazuma retreated to the window and reached out to stroke the crow perched on the windowsill.
Under the mask, his deep eyes swept over the crowd.
Haha, they want to use human wave tactics to besiege him?
Then, he will let them experience what despair is.
His Sharingan turned and stared at the crowd.
Those who had surrounded him were all low-level curse users.
Anyone who made eye contact with Kazuma was instantly caught under a genjutsu.
There was no possibility of struggle.
Among the crowd of curse users, half of them had blank eyes and dull expressions, like puppets being manipulated.
Before they even touched Kazuma, screams of pain were heard.
"Ah! You..."
A curse user felt a sharp pain behind him.
His heart, kidneys, and even his anus were ruthlessly stabbed by his former trusted teammate.
"Damn it!"
The curse user was furious and shouted, "Don't look into his eyes!"
However, it was too late. A whistling sound came from his ears.
He dodged quickly.
Boom!
A huge axe was embedded in the wall.
If he hadn't dodged in time, his head would have been chopped off.
The person who had thrown that axe was the assistant in charge of researching artificial cursed spirits.
At this moment he was obviously being controlled.
"I'm sorry, brother."
The boss gathered his cursed energy into a sharp blade in his hand and killed the opponent with tears.
However, his subordinates did not have such good luck and strength.
They all had followed him on his journey, escaping the sorcerer's crackdown and the police's siege.
But they could not escape the blades of their companions.
Although he was very angry at the moment, he was more afraid than angry.
Who is this mysterious masked man?
Just with a glare, he was able to control so many of his men to kill each other.
It's simply... it's simply too outrageous.
Even Six Eyes can't do this, right?
Now, he can only place his hope on the sniper.
Soon, under Kazuma's genjutsu, all the curse users died.
The corridor was flooded with blood.
Some were on the ground, in the walls, and some had their heads stuck straight into the ceiling.
The ways of their death were all different.
Most of these people were killed by their own comrades.
As for the corpses with their heads stuck in the ceiling?
That was because Kazuma had hit them with Madara's round fan.
Kazuma said, "You are the only one left, a commander without troops."
He flashed and instantly pinned the boss of the curse users against the wall.
"I heard that you are cultivating artificial cursed spirits? Where is the laboratory? Don't force me to use genjutsu on you."
Kazuma had used his Sharingan quite frequently today and his eyes were already hurting a little.
Even if the white mask could slowly restore his ocular power, it was very slow.
The boss's face was ferocious, but he forced out a grim smile.
He said, "Ahem...haha, you won't have the chance to know."
This is the perfect opportunity for the sniper to attack.
He believed that the gun this masked guy's head would explode soon.
All he has to do is attract his attention.
Kazuma saifld, "Really? Your sniper must be tired of lying down, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's pupils became as thin as needles.
How did he find out?
He actually knows about the sniper?!
Under the other party's extremely horrified gaze, Kazuma slowly turned his head and looked at the tall building in the distance.
At the same time
In the tall building opposite, the sniper, who had blended into the night, slowly pulled the trigger.
"Hehe."
Mei Mei gathered the cursed energy at her fingertips, and a crow silently appeared in her palm.
Through through crows, she had witnessed a crushing battle.
That terrifying anti-detection ability and forcibly controlling people's minds.
Haha, what a scary guy!
Even she was almost deceived by his harmless appearance.
Just now, the moment Kazuma had stepped back to the window and stroked the crow, she understood.
It turned out that her reconnaissance ability that she was so proud of had been discovered long ago.
However, he is still too young.
He didn't even realize that the sniper would have smashed his head.
"I'll help him this time, and then ask him for protection money later."
A crow rushed towards the sniper, who was about to pull the trigger.
It's speed was no less than that of a bullet.
But the next moment...
Mei Mei's eyes widened, and her red lips widened.
She saw a vortex flowing around the sniper's head and the space around that area distorted.
Bang!
The sniper's entire head was twisted off and fell into the Kamui dimension.
The headless corpse shook a few times and then fell down.
The crows she had released followed closely behind, but they flew into nothing, seeming a bit redundant.
"Exploded...exploded?"
This familiar spatial fluctuation...
Was it caused by Kazuma?
Mei Mei hoped that Kazuma was not their enemy.
Otherwise, the Jujutsu society would be in a big trouble.
After a brief moment of daze, Mei Mei turned her gaze to Kazuma, who was wearing a white mask in the opposite room.
She saw that Kazuma was staring at her and even blinking meaningfully.
She quickly looked away.
"I...was I teased by a student?"
Mei Mei leaped up, landed gracefully, and shook her head with a smile.
It seems that she was worrying too much.
Kazuma had actually discovered the sniper a long time ago.
Was he deliberately waiting until the end to give his opponent the most despair?
"He's really unfathomable~"
Mei Mei became even more interested in Kazuma.
For now, she should go and see the artificial cursed spirits cultivated in the basement.
Through the crow's observation, she had discovered the basement.
She had no intention of setting foot in such a dirty place.
But apart from money, her responsibilities as a sorcerer barely came in second.
After reporting the situation there to the school, she should be able to extort some money from Yaga.
...
Kazuma pressed the head of the boss of the curse users gainst the window and said, "In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is futile."
The boss had given up struggling.
Just now, he had witnessed everything with his own eyes.
The mysterious masked man in front of him just glared at the sniper, and his head just vanished.
Is this masked man a god?
He was like a prophet, discovering the sniper's position early.
It seemed as if everything was within his expectations.
The most terrifying thing was that with just a glance, he broke his subordinate's head from a distance of a hundred meters?
Isn't this something that only gods can do?
It's over.
This time, he has hit a dead end.
All the hard work and effort he had spent to carefully train his subordinates has been wasted.
All of this was because of this one masked guy.