❥﹒In a world where the fearsome sorcerer Nishimura Riki is known for his dark and dreaded cursed techniques, everything changes when a voice from the past calls out his name.
But this is no ordinary voice - it belongs to his long-lost first love, s...
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤'𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - 2021
"There's a bounty of thirty million on Sunoo's head?"
Haru's voice came through the phone's speaker, slightly crackled from the connection. "Yeah. It was posted on an underground site for curse users. Apparently, the time limit is 11 a.m. the day after tomorrow."
Riki remained calm despite the tense situation, surrounded by a group of big, identically masked men. He couldn't help but smile, as if he found the whole situation amusing. Sunoo, on the other hand, looked around nervously, trying to count the number of masked men.
"One, two, three, four... They all look the same," Sunoo muttered in a panic, his voice trembling. Riki ended the call with his friend and casually placed the device in his pocket. Sunoo couldn't believe Riki's apparent nonchalance.
"Are they shikigami?" Sunoo asked, his voice filled with anxiety.
"Jeez... And jujutsu sorcerers are short-handed all year around," Riki replied with a smirk, maintaining his composure. "If you want to change jobs, we'll welcome you, old man."
Their masked opponent clicked his tongue, his voice muffled by the bag over his head. "Nah, public employment ain't easy work, either." He raised his hand, and suddenly, another figure identical to himself emerged from the rooftop they were on. "Just hand over that boy, and we'll be fine."
Riki pulled down his glasses slightly, his blue eyes shining in the sunlight, as he pointed at the man who had spoken with a sly grin. "What's so great about him?"
In a flash, two of the masked opponents lunged towards Riki, as if they were drawn to him by an irresistible force. Riki remained still, and the two men collided with each other with a resounding crash, falling unconscious on either side of him.
"What did you just do?" The masked man who had spoken earlier was in shock, his voice trembling beneath the bag covering his face.
Sunoo stared at the fallen attackers, his eyes wide with astonishment. "They aren't disappearing?! Which one is the real one?"
"They're clones, Sunoo. Not curses," Riki explained casually. "Each one of them is the real one."
Two new copies of the attackers rushed at Riki and Sunoo. Riki, appearing somewhat bored, lifted the pink-haired boy to prevent him from getting in the way. The two attackers swung their fists at the same time, but their movements suddenly froze mid-air, leaving Riki with a playful smirk on his lips.
"The hell is this?" the opponent who had been speaking exclaimed, his surprise evident as he observed the frozen scene before him.
Riki couldn't help but laugh, his amusement evident. "Infinity. It's like Achilles and the Tortoise."
