As soon as the words fell, Mei Mei already lunged.
Her body was like a black lightning bolt, and the terrifying arc of her dual-wielded, long-handled, single-edged great axe swung at Akira.
Bang!
The axe blade embedded into the ground. Because the blade was too sharp, it didn't even kick up any dust.
Akira adjusted his glasses and moved with leisurely steps.
Although he had no sword in hand, whether he had a sword or not made no difference to Akira.
As long as he extended two fingers, Mei Mei in front of him would immediately retreat.
However, Akira had his own considerations.
He calmly moved between axe blades and fists, while also pointing out Mei Mei's movements.
One insight led to many.
Even though Akira had not specifically practiced axe-type weapons, the realm of Perfect Swordsmanship was already far ahead of Mei Mei's.
He merely tapped his toes, his body soaring into the air, directly stepping onto the face of Mei Mei's axe.
Mei Mei was shocked. She hadn't expected Akira to possess such formidable combat skills.
Was this also a manifestation of his Technique?
"No matter how fierce the chop, if it doesn't hit the target, it's all wasted effort."
"While Cursed Energy can enhance physical strength and condense on the body's surface to make one more resistant to blows—"
"if you can't hit anyone, you're just a large punching bag."
Squatting on the axe head, Akira smiled casually. "However, compared to many good-for-nothings in the Jujutsu Association, you're already quite good."
Hmm?
He knows about the Jujutsu Association?
Right—he saved Maki Zenin before!
Whoosh!
Mei Mei stopped her thoughts and focused entirely, launching a series of chops.
Clang!
Akira brought his two fingers together, easily fixing the axe blade between them.
"That's enough!"
Akira flicked his fingers, and the double-handed axe, along with Mei Mei, flew backward. The terrifying power was like a mountain, shaking Mei Mei speechless.
How could this be?
She couldn't even force Akira to use his Technique?
The bottom of her hard shoes scraped two long drag marks on the road. Finally, with a ping, the axe handle stuck into the ground.
Mei Mei looked up in disbelief, already planning to use her ultimate trump card.
Kamikaze.
Controlling black birds to launch a suicidal attack.
Its speed and destructive power were comparable to a large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle.
Moreover, this was a Technique, imbued with Cursed Energy.
Even a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit would be severely wounded—or even killed—by this one strike.
Only—the next moment, she froze.
A power beyond her comprehension was emanating from Akira's hand.
It was a pale white—completely different from the chaotic black of Cursed Energy.
This… what is this?
Akira merely brushed his face with one hand.
He condensed ninety percent of his vitality, cultivating the Divinity Mask downward from his forehead.
To prevent Mei Mei from being too inexperienced to recognize a great Eastern deity,
he specifically chose a local deity almost universally known in Japan—Amaterasu Ōmikami.
"I invite—Amaterasu Ōmikami!"
With a soft cry,
the Divinity Mask condensed from Akira's hand, brilliant and dazzling.
Mei Mei's mouth hung open, standing stunned in place.
She witnessed the most unforgettable spectacle of her life.
As Amaterasu Ōmikami's mask formed, a layer of phantom appeared on Akira's body.
Akira became the vessel for Amaterasu Ōmikami.
No—at this moment, he was Amaterasu.
Mei Mei's calves trembled. Such a scene made her almost fall to her knees.
Is this Akira's Technique?
It's too terrifying.
Just its external appearance could give people an indescribable mental shock.
Kato Megumi, beside them, had already collapsed, sitting on the ground with her legs folded.
Inside the barrier, even without awakening, she could see Akira's transformation at this moment.
The battle just now was already shocking enough to make her palms sweat.
And now, Akira had actually summoned Amaterasu Ōmikami?
A god.
Do gods truly exist?
Akira stood in place with a smile, radiating Amaterasu's divine glow.
Although he knew Amaterasu Ōmikami was the sun goddess of Japan, that was all he knew.
What abilities this sun goddess had, what she could do—Akira had no idea whatsoever, nor did he care.
However, since she was the sun goddess, she was naturally closely linked to sunlight.
It was daytime now, so saying "let there be light" would be very out of place.
Then… Akira extended his right hand, raising one finger toward the sky.
"God said—"
"No light."
In an instant, the entire world plunged into darkness.
It was as if souls had sunk into ink, falling into ultimate darkness.
One second.
Akira's Divinity Mask shattered, and the world returned to its original state.
It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
Only—all creatures with sight on this planet simultaneously closed their eyes, waited one second, and then simultaneously opened them again.
Everything seemed to be a coincidence—insignificant, having no impact on the world.
But Mei Mei and Kato Megumi, who had personally heard Akira's command and witnessed the Amaterasu phantom shatter, felt immense waves in their hearts.
He did it.
Akira actually made the entire world dark for one second.
That was one second of the entire world. This was already beyond what ordinary Techniques could achieve.
"Is this a Domain?"
Mei Mei was deeply shaken.
"What a terrifying Technique. What frightening power."
"I'll have to ask Masamichi Yaga for more money later."
Akira touched his nose. In his perception, he had only plunged the planet into darkness for one second, and the power of the mask was completely depleted.
Evidently, Amaterasu Ōmikami could control global light. It was just that his power was insufficient, and he couldn't continue.
Perhaps with a smaller range, he could even gather light in one place and create an Ultraman-like "Spacium Ray."
With a flash of his figure, Akira appeared before Mei Mei, extending his right hand cordially.
"Did you see that, Big Sister? My… Divinity Mask."
Akira didn't say it was a Technique. In essence, the Divinity Mask wasn't a Technique.
But in Mei Mei's subjective world, the Divinity Mask was a type of Technique.
Once fully developed, it would definitely be even more heaven-defying than Gojo Satoru's Limitless Cursed Technique.
"I saw it."
Mei Mei reached out and clasped Akira's hand, expressing friendliness.
But the next second, an unprecedented sensation assaulted Mei Mei's soul.
What's going on? It was just a handshake.
How could it just…
It must be that I was just startled by Akira.
It's a bit… moist.
This current sensation is like a sudden release of all the accumulated pressure from before.
"I saw it, little brother Akira. You're truly amazing."
Mei Mei looked at Akira's face, her gaze beginning to carry a different meaning.
Upon closer inspection, this guy wasn't bad-looking at all.
He was exactly her type.
She used to think all those men were so low—completely unworthy of her.
Now, she had finally met someone she could tolerate, and who could make her tremble.
As for age? Or being friends with the opposite gender?
Mei Mei didn't care at all.
Mmm~!
A blush began to appear abnormally on her cheeks.
Her already weak legs felt like they were melting.
If this hand-holding continued, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist pulling Akira into her embrace and showering him with affection.
Releasing his hand, Mei Mei's palm was already covered in a layer of hot sweat. She pulled a business card from her pocket, left a lipstick mark on it, and then handed it to Akira.
"This is my email. If you think of anything you need me to do, just send me a message."
"As long as I can do it, I won't refuse."
The words were ordinary.
But coupled with Mei Mei's somewhat suggestive expression, anyone would get the wrong idea.
Akira could see Mei Mei's state, so he naturally knew her meaning was exactly what people would misunderstand.
It seemed he would soon have another subordinate.
He took the business card and put it away. "Class is about to start, Big Sister. We'll be leaving now."
With that, Akira turned directly to Kato Megumi, not looking back.
That kind of masculinity immediately struck Mei Mei's heart again.
Before, her favorability had been 57, which became 63 after the battle, and now it had become 65.
"Megumi-chan, can you still walk?"
Kato Megumi held onto Akira's hand, trying to get up from the ground.
But she tried twice and couldn't succeed.
Seeing this, Akira squatted in front of Kato Megumi. "Come, Megumi-chan. I'll carry you on my back."
At this moment, the divine radiance Akira had just displayed seemed to fade from him.
This made Kato Megumi feel close to Akira again.
She reached out and put her arms around Akira's shoulders.
With a gentle lift from Akira's hands, Kato Megumi lay on his back.
Whether intentionally or accidentally, Akira's support for Kato Megumi landed below her sailor uniform's knee-length skirt.