Jujutsu Kaisen: I Have A Gardevoir

The female butler who was kicked by Akira was also a Jujutsu Sorcerer, and not a weak one.

Even after suffering such an attack, she managed to use Jujutsu to defend herself, dispersing part of the force. She wiped the liquid trickling from her lips with one hand, holding her abdomen with the other as she stood up.

The supposed grace and dignity she had were entirely gone, replaced with a pig-liver color that hinted at whether it was her anger or the hit that brought it out.

She shouted harshly, "What are you waiting for? Get him, capture him! This is the Madam's order!"

The guards in martial uniforms dared not delay and immediately surrounded Akira.

Akira still didn't move an inch, treating the enemies around him as if they were invisible.

In the shadows where the wall met the ground, a pair of blue eyes glowed softly.

A purple-black gust swept across, accompanied by a figure shaped like the ruler of darkness, the Grim Reaper.

Before the guards could even draw their weapons, their eyes were shrouded by the shadowy wind. By the time their vision returned, their bodies already bore either three or six tearing wounds.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground. One after another, the sound of people collapsing echoed.

It was the sound of human legs unable to support bodies, falling onto the ground.

Darkrai didn't attack recklessly; it specifically chose locations critical to the enemies' movement, swiftly robbing them of their ability to act.

In a blink of an eye, the guards around the three luxury cars had all fallen. The few who endured the first attack, supposedly the more skilled ones, had lost the will to fight under Darkrai's unpredictable moves and dared not advance.

The female butler cursed loudly in rage, "Useless, all of you are useless."

But just as she finished cursing, Darkrai's deep, eerie eyes appeared before her.

Just one glance made the butler tremble all over, as if she were facing an abyss full of unspeakable terror.

It's worth noting that Darkrai, right after its birth, could make masters like Byle and Kurk feel pressured. Not to mention now, approaching level 40.

It wasn't until Akira stepped down from the stairs and stood beside Darkrai, facing her directly, that she was able to free herself from that mental pressure.

"Whether they're useless, I don't know, but you certainly are. If you've decided to use force against me, why bring just these few people? At best, they're Grade 2 Jujutsu Sorcerers. Are you still looking at me with outdated perceptions, or did you not bother to look at the Exchange Event's related information? Either way, it just shows your blindness and incompetence."

"You—"

The female butler couldn't hold back her anger. Whether in her young lady's maiden home or after marrying into the Kamo family, she had never endured such treatment—not even from the head of the family.

"What, not satisfied? Then tell me—who picked the personnel? Who drew up the specific action plan? With the kind of pampered lifestyle a certain Madam leads, I doubt she'd be involved in such detailed planning."

"..."

The butler fell silent.

Akira had no desire to waste more words on her, "You have two choices: fall on your own, or I make sure you have no choice but to fall."

"Ma... Master—"

The butler barely uttered two sounds before Akira's fist flew past her ear, hitting the car behind her, punching a hole straight through the metal frame.

"I don't want to hear you say anything unnecessary. Now, make your choice. If you say one more word, I'll automatically assume it's the second option. And as for whether there will be any lasting side effects—I can't guarantee that."

Akira's expression was friendly. He didn't have an angry glare, nor was his face grim. There was even a hint of a smile on his lips. But to the butler, he looked like a demon.

This became the last straw that broke her spirit. Not daring to utter another word, she slid down against the car and sat on the ground.

Seeing this, Akira signaled for Darkrai to step back and took two steps back himself, folding his arms while he looked the butler over from top to bottom, left to right. Finally, dissatisfied, he clicked his tongue.

"You can't even act properly. When you fall, it's all about making it convincing, you know? Not a scratch on you and suddenly collapsing—who would believe that? You think everyone else is an idiot?"

"..." The butler's heart turned cold, her body chilled even under the hot sun. For the first time, she regretted accepting what seemed to be a simple task.

"What are you waiting for? Act better, be more professional. If you can't, Darkrai can lend a hand."

Responding to Akira's words, Darkrai approached again, grinding its claws against each other with a sound comparable to metal scraping.

The butler was now scared out of her wits, not daring to resist the demon-like Akira. She tightly clenched her fist, pouring cursed energy into it, and struck her own calf.

With a crack, her left leg broke.

Seeing this, Akira exaggeratedly gasped, "Wow, incredible, truly impressive. I was thinking you'd just pretend a bit, didn't expect you to sacrifice yourself for the act. Far better than some celebrities out there, I'm impressed."

The butler, bearing the pain, remained silent.

She didn't believe a word of Akira's. Since she had already been humiliated, she could only endure until the end—she knew the survival philosophy of the great clans all too well.

Seeing this, Akira knew there was no point in staying longer. After all, his purpose had been achieved: the revenge he wanted was taken, and the anger he wanted to release was vented.

Indeed, Akira had a grudge against this butler.

This woman was Hayami's dowry maid and was the typical bootlicker who looked down on others.

Before Akira's aptitude test, she was nothing but deferential, "Young Master this, Young Master that."

After the aptitude test, she discarded Akira as if he were worthless, as if her previous warmth and deference were all a lie. Her words even took on an arrogant tone.

That was one reason.

The second reason was her role in Hayami being forced to leave home.

She contributed heavily—spreading rumors, slandering behind her back, and humiliating her to her face.

Even when Hayami decided to leave, instead of restraining herself, she doubled down, ultimately handling the paperwork herself.

Perhaps the bootlicker forgot these things—because she had done so much of it—but Akira didn't.

People often wave the flag of morality, saying one should repay evil with virtue, but they forget there's a continuation to that phrase.

How can virtue be repaid if one repays evil with virtue?

Repay evil with straightforwardness, repay virtue with virtue.

For his own sake and for Hayami, Akira not killing or crippling her was already his greatest act of mercy.

Of course, if she still didn't know her place, then Akira would ensure she lived in a state worse than death.

Before leaving, Akira took one last look at the car that he had punched a hole through, muttering to himself, "So it's true—humans really can punch through steel when they're extremely angry. I guess sliding under a tiger or tearing apart a polar bear might be possible too? I should find an opportunity to try it."

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Akira strolled down the early morning streets of Kyoto.

Passing by a convenience store, he casually bought two sets of eggs, hot dogs, and milk.

After a night of chaos, the fatigue wasn't too bad. After all, he had the body of an Ultra-Nouveau Human, but he was hungry. He thought about it and took an extra portion for Mai.

In this regard, Mai was still in sync with her sister Maki. Whenever something piqued her interest, she'd go all in and wouldn't stop until she was exhausted—then she'd be hungry.

However, Mai couldn't match Maki when it came to appetite. The latter's robust physique was all-around, including her appetite.

She alone could eat more than five others. She was Tokyo School's biggest eater, even surpassing Akira in Ultra-Nouveau Human mode, especially when it came to eating meat—she never got tired of it.

The latest record at the famous Japanese all-you-can-eat BBQ chain was set by her. An ordinary buffet restaurant would be in tears facing her.

Compared to that, the sister who worried about her weight seemed far easier to feed.

No, wait, that's not the right calculation. Mai may eat less, but her cosmetics and clothing were undoubtedly expensive—that's the real bottomless pit, enough to feed Maki many meals.

As expected of daughters from the Big Three Sorcerer Families—it's a deep pond, not easily handled by just anyone.

After the convenience store clerk packed up the breakfast, Akira walked out of the store with the takeout in one hand while performing the classic scene of "Wang Sicong eating a hot dog" with the other.

Halfway through eating, another luxury car pulled up beside him.

A middle-aged man dressed similarly to the female butler was the first to get out, respectfully opening the door.

A noblewoman in a plain kimono stepped out, waving to Akira.

"It's been eight years, my child."