Chapter 169: Defying Orders! Yami's Mad Dash
Bang!
A deafening crash exploded inside Tokyo Jujutsu High's staff room.
Under Yami's terrifying strength, the sturdy wooden desk shattered into a storm of splinters.
The two Assistant Supervisors responsible for delivering the mission collapsed to the floor in terror. They did not even have the strength to crawl away. All they could do was stare up at the young man before them, who looked less like an instructor and more like a god of slaughter.
Yami did not spare them another glance.
He turned sharply.
The hem of his black Jujutsu High uniform snapped in the wind pouring through the broken door.
His eyes, usually deep and calm, now burned with rage strong enough to incinerate everything in his path.
Two hundred kilometers.
A remote mountain area two hundred kilometers from Tokyo.
Even by car, driving at full speed, it would take at least two hours.
But for Yu Haibara and Kento Nanami, who were facing a Semi Special Grade Cursed Spirit, two hours was meaningless.
Even one minute was enough for them to die a hundred times.
Clang.
With the clear sound of steel leaving its sheath, the pitch black blade radiating a heart shaking heat appeared in Yami's hand.
Special Grade Cursed Tool, Shiranui.
Yami gripped the hilt.
Every muscle in his body tightened to its limit.
He had to cross that two hundred kilometer gulf of despair before death's blade fell.
But just as Yami became a black blur and rushed toward the gate of Tokyo Jujutsu High, a tall, burly figure blocked his path like an iron tower.
"Yami! Stop!"
Masamichi Yaga stood with his arms crossed, brows furrowed as he stared at the young man radiating the aura of someone on the verge of going berserk.
Beside Yaga stood several large Cursed Corpses, each one emitting powerful waves of Cursed Energy.
"Move."
Yami stopped.
His voice was cold enough to freeze the surrounding air.
He had no time to explain.
Every second lost made Yu Haibara's chance of survival smaller.
"You cannot go."
Yaga took a deep breath, his tone stern and firm.
"You haven't received an official mission assignment from the higher ups. If you leave Tokyo Jujutsu High on your own and forcibly interfere with another sorcerer's mission…"
His expression grew heavier.
"They will use it against you. They will label you a defector for disobeying orders."
"They may even issue an execution order."
It was not that Masamichi Yaga did not care about his students.
But as the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High, he understood the higher ups too well.
Those rotten oranges were only waiting for an opportunity to strike at Satoru Gojo and Yami. Once Yami gave them leverage, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Defection?"
Yami laughed.
"Execution order?"
That smile carried nothing but mockery and killing intent.
"Principal Yaga, do you think I care what those old fossils think?"
Yami slowly raised Shiranui.
The tip of the blade pointed straight at Masamichi Yaga.
"Rules exist to protect the weak."
His voice hardened.
"Not to kill them."
Yaga's expression changed slightly.
"Do you know that the mission those rotten oranges assigned to Haibara and Nanami is not a Grade 2 mission at all?"
Yami's eyes were bloodshot.
"That thing is transforming into Semi Special Grade."
Yaga's pupils contracted.
"Semi Special Grade?"
His firm expression cracked, shock replacing it in an instant.
"How is that possible? The mission briefing clearly said…"
"The briefing is fake."
Yami cut him off without hesitation.
His voice trembled faintly with anger.
"They deliberately altered the intelligence. They want to use the lives of two first year students to test Gojo and me."
He stepped forward.
The pressure rolling off him forced the Cursed Corpses beside Yaga to retreat.
"Principal Yaga, listen carefully."
Yami's voice dropped.
"If I don't go today, Haibara will die."
"Nanami will break completely under despair and become a walking corpse."
"And Suguru…"
A trace of deep pain flashed through Yami's eyes.
"Suguru will lose his mind because he cannot accept that his companion died while protecting ordinary people. He will walk a path with no return and become the enemy of the entire world."
Yami stared at Yaga.
"Do you really want to watch your students end up like that?"
Every word struck Masamichi Yaga's heart like a hammer.
Yaga froze.
In his mind, Yu Haibara's sunny smile appeared.
Then Kento Nanami's face, always pretending to be mature.
Then Suguru Geto's gaze, growing more tired and hollow with each passing day.
The rules he had always defended seemed ridiculous at this moment.
Cruel, even.
"I…"
Yaga opened his mouth.
No words came out.
Slowly, he lowered his crossed arms.
The Cursed Corpses beside him, originally prepared for battle, also withdrew.
"If anything happens, I, Yami, will take full responsibility."
Yami's voice was firm.
"If those rotten oranges need someone to blame, let them come to me."
His eyes turned cold.
"At worst, I'll cut them all down."
He did not give Yaga another chance to speak.
Yami took a deep breath.
It was not an ordinary breath.
It was a special breathing rhythm capable of squeezing the human body's potential to its absolute limit.
"Total Concentration."
His chest rose.
"Constant."
Boom!
With that breath, it was as if a nuclear engine had ignited inside his body.
Golden lightning began crawling violently across his skin.
His muscles vibrated at a terrifying frequency, and his bones released a grinding sound that made the teeth ache.
"Thunder Breathing."
Yami crouched slightly, one hand resting on Shiranui's hilt.
His left foot stepped back.
Crack!
The hard bluestone beneath him shattered into a deep crater, and spiderweb cracks spread wildly in every direction.
"First Form."
His eyes locked onto the distant road.
"Thunderclap and Flash, Godspeed!"
Rumble!
Thunder exploded on flat ground.
In front of Tokyo Jujutsu High's gate, a blinding mass of golden lightning burst apart.
Masamichi Yaga could not even see an afterimage.
He only felt a violent wind mixed with a terrifying sonic boom rush past him, scraping his cheeks until they stung.
When he opened his eyes again, Yami was gone.
All that remained was a charred trench carved by lightning and heat, extending from where Yami had stood all the way toward the end of Yaga's vision.
Fast.
Faster.
On the streets of Tokyo, countless pedestrians only saw a flash of golden lightning tear past their eyes.
The sonic boom came after it, late and violent, shattering glass display windows along both sides of the street.
Yami had pushed his speed beyond sound.
His body tore against the air at high speed.
The heat from the friction made the edges of his uniform begin to burn.
[Warning! Host's current physical load has reached 150 percent of the safe limit!]
[Large scale muscle fiber tearing detected! Internal organ temperature is too high!]
[Immediate cessation of high speed movement is recommended. Continuing may cause irreversible permanent damage!]
The system's red warning screamed inside his mind.
Yami ignored it.
"Shut up."
He clenched his teeth hard.
His lips split, and blood flowed down his chin, only to be vaporized by the violent wind a moment later.
He could not stop.
In his mind, the scene from the original future kept replaying.
Yu Haibara's cold body covered by a white sheet.
Kento Nanami sitting outside the morgue, his eyes dead and empty.
Suguru Geto's faith collapsing completely after seeing his companion's corpse.
His desperate murmuring.
That broken silence.
"I didn't come to this rotten world just to watch tragedy repeat itself."
Yami's grip on Shiranui tightened until his knuckles turned white.
"If I can't even save the companions beside me, then what is the point of this sword?"
His eyes burned.
"Synchronization."
His voice came from deep in his soul.
"Force it to the limit."
Vroom!
At Yami's roar, the flame shaped Demon Slayer Mark on the left side of his forehead erupted with dazzling light.
Demon Slayer Mark, activated.
His body temperature surged past forty degrees.
His heartbeat soared beyond two hundred beats per minute.
His speed, already pushed to the limit, rose again with terrifying force.
Lightning tore through the clouds.
Yami became a burning meteor, crossing cities, plains, and mountains with a momentum that seemed to rip space apart.
At the same time.
In the remote mountain area still dozens of kilometers away from Yami, the shadow of death had fully covered the ruined temple.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The bone spurs spat out by the mutated Earth Deity Cursed Spirit poured down like a violent rainstorm.
Yu Haibara was covered in blood.
He gripped the broken half of his blade and stood desperately in front of the severely wounded Kento Nanami.
The sharp bone spurs grew rapidly in his pupils, each one carrying the breath of death.
Despair.
Despair with no way out.
"Nanami…"
Haibara closed his eyes.
Even then, a faint, miserable smile remained at the corner of his mouth, as if he still wanted to comfort his companion.
"Live on."
Death's scythe had already touched the young man's neck.
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