Tsuchimiya Utata and Medea left the living room. Medea would then conduct a thorough examination and in-depth treatment for Tsuchimiya Utata.
Eichi, on the other hand, went to the room where the shishiou was kept.
And there, Eichi saw the same shirtless old man from the morning.
'I remember his name was Michael Kohara. Is he a foreigner?'
Michael was currently using an oil Eichi didn't recognize to maintain the shishiou.
Eichi's gaze was soon drawn to some strange items on the floor and tables nearby.
"Is this an electric iron?"
Eichi strangely picked up the electric iron from the table, wondering why such an item would appear at a research site.
The bottom of the iron was even stamped with the words 'Exorcism'.
"Young Man, are you interested in this?"
Michael, who had just finished maintaining the shishiou, stood up and moved closer to Eichi.
"I feel like you'd be mistaken for a pervert by a Young Man like this."
It was fine since Eichi was a boy, but if it were a girl, having such a muscular old man suddenly lean in close would probably result in a fatal kick.
"This is my new creation. Its name is 'Exorcism Iron Fist - Dabie No. 28'."
No. 28, meaning there were 27 electric irons made before this?
"Can this... exorcise Cursed Spirits?"
"That's right, Young Man."
Saying this, Michael picked up the electric iron and then pulled.
"Like this, you pull out the chain disguised as a power cord, then throw it."
Following Michael's movements, the chain with the plug flew out and firmly bound a box.
Michael exerted force, and the chain pulled the cardboard box back.
"Then, infuse Cursed Energy into the Exorcism Iron Fist."
Visibly, a light blue Cursed Energy surged onto the electric iron.
Approximately a Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Eichi made a judgment on Michael's Cursed Energy Rank.
Then, Michael was seen pressing the electric iron firmly onto the cardboard box.
"This way, Cursed Spirits can be exorcised."
Eichi silently looked at this electric iron... which should now be called the Exorcism Iron Fist.
Because from Michael's demonstration just now, this thing seemed genuinely capable of exorcising Cursed Spirits.
The question was, who was supposed to use it? Recruit housewives skilled with electric irons?
"Michael, do you have any more... ordinary cursed tools?"
Eichi asked tactfully.
"Ordinary, you mean?"
Michael was a little puzzled.
Was an electric iron not ordinary enough?
"I mean, more like normal weapons."
"Ah, I understand. Come, come, Young Man, try this."
With that, two spiral drills, each about 1 meter long, were taken out by Michael.
Speaking of which, Eichi had only seen drills this large on underground drilling vehicles in movies.
"Young Man, put your hand in and then press this."
Facing Michael's enthusiasm, Eichi finally decided to give it a try.
After putting his hand in, Eichi felt the weight of the huge drill.
'It must be over 50 jin. A non-Jujutsu Sorcerer really couldn't use it.'
Eichi pressed the switch Michael mentioned, and then the drill began to spin rapidly.
"Try infusing Cursed Energy."
Eichi did as told, and the Cursed Energy, driven by the drill, formed a whirlwind.
Eichi carefully observed the large drill.
The tip of the drill was extremely sharp; if it hit a Cursed Spirit, it would definitely break through most Cursed Spirits' defenses.
If this whirlwind-like Cursed Energy raged inside a Cursed Spirit's body... Eichi suddenly felt that what Michael made seemed genuinely useful.
"Are there any others?"
"How about this 'Exorcism Iron Fist - Dabie No. 27'?"
"A dumbbell?"
So they weren't all electric irons after all.
"Have you ever thought about adding something like a knuckle duster or brass knuckles to the front? Just smashing people with barbell plates doesn't really count as an 'iron fist'."
"Hmm, although it would destroy the overall aesthetic, it's indeed a good suggestion, Young Man."
Aesthetic? The aesthetic of an electric iron and a dumbbell?
"...Is your aesthetic household items?"
Next, Eichi took a good tour of the room.
He gained a certain understanding of the cursed tools crafted by this old man named Michael.
This was a very trendy old man; honestly, sometimes Eichi felt like this world was a bit strange. Young people were all practicing traditional Jujutsu, while the elderly were each more flamboyant than the last.
Yes, I'm talking about you, Electric Music Old Man Gakuganji.
This was a very imaginative old man, completely unconstrained by era or ideology.
For example, he prepared an air-pressure exorcism sword for Tsuchimiya Kagura.
The sword had a trigger, and bullets could be added from the bottom of the blade.
When the trigger was pulled, the blade would shoot out using air pressure, allowing the attack to exert three times its power.
After talking for a while, Eichi realized that although this old man's behavior was peculiar and his personality seemed unreliable, he was indeed a talent.
Such talent is destined for my research institute.
Knock, knock.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted Eichi's thoughts.
"Come in."
Click.
"Michael, is the shishiou's maintenance complete? I just received an urgent notification that two Grade 1 Cursed Spirits are heading towards the city. I need to intercept them immediately."
Isayama Yomi entered the room.
"Ria and I will go."
"Eh? But you are guests."
"Don't worry, we are Special Grade. Grade 1 Cursed Spirits are nothing."
Saying this, Eichi called Artoria and headed to the mission location.
After Artoria arrived at the battlefield by car, she cleanly exorcised the Cursed Spirits with a few slashes.
Eichi's side was also similar.
"What kind of fish is this, with legs?"
Eichi was a bit strange; the ocean hadn't discharged wastewater yet.
In front of Eichi was a fish with several legs, covered in spikes, and constantly spewing gas.
Facing the strange fish's attack, Eichi dodged nimbly.
Ding.
Mahoraga's Ten Shadows Treasure Wheel turned, and the inventory increased by another +1.
"So that's it, it's poison."
The Ten Shadows Treasure Wheel in the shadow turned.
Eichi's shadow spread forward, covering the Cursed Spirit's feet.
Then, Kuro jumped out of the shadow, bit the Cursed Spirit, and dragged it into the shadow.
In the shadow, the other Shikigami were already ready to eat.
At this moment, on a tall building not far away, a white-haired Young Man was looking in Eichi's direction with a solemn expression.
"Is this a Special Grade? The Grade 1 Cursed Spirit had no power to fight back at all."
"Should we wait? Wait for him to leave."
The Young Man's name was Sanzu River, and he was the one who had recently been hiding behind the scenes, constantly guiding Cursed Spirits towards the city.
He was also the one who caused the Cursed Spirit surge three years ago and ambushed and killed Mrs. Tsuchimiya.
It was a pity that Tsuchimiya Utata arrived too quickly, and he couldn't seize the Tsuchimiya Family's sesshoseki.
'No need to wait. Once we have all the sesshoseki, no one will be our opponent.'
A tempting female voice appeared in Sanzu River's ear.
"Yes, no need to wait. I can't wait to see you all either."
Sanzu River's mind flashed with his parents who died in the accident.
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