If I wanted to avoid fighting and even escape from the cannon fate, then it would be good to just escape the oversea, as in the JJK world. I read that only Japan has Cursed Energy. I actually thought about it but dropped it after finding the problem.
The Zenin clan has lots of enemies, powerful and weak, and I am the Zenin clan's heir, in a way; Megumi is also the same since he has 10 shadow techniques. But currently I am first in line of succession. So if I dipped out and ran to Overseen, enemies of the Zenin clan could target me or even use me as blackmail material.
And I read a comment that, after whatever Kenjaku pulled at Shinobu, other countries started to experiment on cursed energy or something. So even if for some reason no one targeted me, there is a possibility that I would be put on an experiment tag number if I were overseas.
Once again, since I don't know much about the JJK manga, I am trapped.
Another thing bothering me is Heavenly Restriction. I don't know much about it. Like, I know it will give impressive physical strength and zero cursed energy on the cheat in the JJK world. But what I didn't know was if there was any other path for Maki to awaken it. It is said that Twin is considered one in the JJK world, and that's why Maki couldn't awaken it. If there is a condition that follows the same as death, would Maki be able to awake or reverse it? Will Mai be able to use her full arsenal of curse energy in such a condition? There's a lot to research about.
Considering my death can possibly be by Maki's hand, such thoughts are something I shouldn't engage in. I remember she was something like a main force against Megumi or something.
I still don't know why Megumi betrayed Yuji and joined Sukuna. Like, I see a wallpaper of Mahoraga and Sukuna against Gojo. And Mahoraga is something only Megumi can summon.
Well, no point racking your brain with no apparent result.
Anyway, I have nothing planned today. I came to the training hall to use my technique. Since I looked it up in the Zenin library, I have known what I was doing.
My technique came under Projection Sorcery, dividing 1 second into 24 frames to move instantly or freeze opponents.
And I am trying to do just that.
The training hall was empty.
That alone made it precious.
Sunlight filtered through the paper windows in long, pale strips, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Wooden pillars lined the space, worn smooth by generations of Zenin pride and frustration. This place had seen talent bloom—and rot.
I stepped into the center and exhaled slowly.
Projection Sorcery.
Divide one second into twenty-four frames. Decide your movements in advance. Follow them perfectly—or suffer the penalty.
Simple in theory.
I bent my knees slightly and visualized the sequence. Not speed—precision. That was the key. Every motion had to be decided before the second even began.
One step forward.
Pivot left.
Hand sweep.
Slide back.
Twenty-four images burned into my mind like animation cells.
"…Move."
The world clicked.
Everything snapped into rigid clarity. My body obeyed instantly, gliding forward with unnatural smoothness. The floor seemed to vanish beneath my feet as I crossed several meters in what felt like a blink.
Then—
Pain.
My foot landed half a centimeter off from where I'd planned.
The world slammed to a halt.
My body froze mid-motion, muscles locked, skin prickling as cursed energy rebounded violently. It felt like my bones were screaming at me for daring to be imperfect.
I gritted my teeth and waited it out.
Three seconds.
That was the penalty.
As soon as it passed, I staggered, catching myself before I fell.
"…Damn it," I muttered, panting.
Again.
I reset my stance, ignoring the ache crawling through my limbs. This technique wasn't about brute force. It was about discipline. About thinking faster than fear.
Again.
This time I simplified the sequence. Less flair. Less ambition.
Step. Turn. Slide.
The click came again.
I moved.
Clean.
Fluid.
My body cut through the hall like a blade through silk. No resistance. No drag. Just pure, efficient motion. I crossed the room, touched a pillar, and stopped—perfectly.
No freeze.
My eyes widened.
"…I did it. Well, that was easy."
I laughed softly, breathless. Maybe doing techniques was easy; mastering could be hard. Either way, I don't know if this was supposed to be easy or hard.
"Interesting."
The voice came from behind me.
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