This was actually a huge coincidence; the person who anonymously reported the Curse User group for creating humanoid Cursed Spirits was none other than Fushiguro Toji.
Who told those guys to include his home area in their scope of activity? But Fushiguro Toji doesn't do exhausting work for free, so he tipped off the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association—those guys always get incredibly proactive whenever they hear a Curse User is up to no good.
The only thing he didn't expect was that the executioner sent by the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association to clean up these Curse Users was actually Fushiguro Toji's next target.
It was perfect timing to use the Curse Users to weaken his target. Fushiguro Toji wouldn't outright kill someone if he could easily complete the assignment; he preferred to stab them from the shadows for a guaranteed one-hit kill.
Fushiguro Toji was an experienced hunter. If Kenmyo Isayama hadn't been there, then Isayama Yomi would truly have been finished.
"Since you already know everything you wanted to know—*cough*."
Fushiguro Toji spat out a large amount of bloody foam mixed with fragments of internal organs. Breathing was difficult because his lungs had been pierced by the sharp teeth of the Flesh Hounds.
Even if ten Jujutsu Sorcerers specializing in martial arts equally shared the ragged injuries Fushiguro Toji sustained from being torn apart by three Flesh Hounds—looking like a discarded doll thrown into a trash can—they would have died long ago.
Yet, this man was still holding on, not having drawn his last breath. The strongest human physique granted by Heavenly Restriction, sacrificing all Cursed Energy, was truly unbelievable.
Fushiguro Toji's murky eyes were filled with the aura of death.
"This is truly pathetic, me..."
Fushiguro Toji looked at Kenmyo Isayama's excessively youthful face, especially those brilliant azure eyes, and a self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Defeated by a brat."
"But it really is too similar."
In his early years, while still with the Zen'in Family, Toji once went to the Gojo Family to watch the excitement and was shocked by the overwhelming senses of the young Satoru Gojo's Six Eyes.
That was the first time someone had sensed him standing behind them.
As for Fushiguro Toji's encounter with Kenmyo Isayama...
This was the first time in recent years that he had tasted defeat while being in peak condition.
He had never been beaten so badly before.
"Sure enough, I'm just a monkey without Cursed Energy, only fit to be a foil for these favored ones."
His limbs were numb, and his body temperature was dropping rapidly. As Fushiguro Toji reached the final moments of his life, having been rejected by the Zen'in Family and even the entire Jujutsu World, he understood that after being stubborn for so long, it was time to accept his fate.
It was because he looked down on himself deep inside that he constantly felt the need to prove himself.
This twisted heart had warped his ordinary self.
"In that moment, I had already lost."
These were all his own choices.
Seeing Fushiguro Toji struggling to raise his hand, looking as if he wanted to do something, the complexioned Kenmyo Isayama waved his hand, stopping a Flesh Hound that was preparing to bite the hand off.
Because Kenmyo Isayama needed to confirm whether Fushiguro Toji's words were true, he used Psychic Spells of the mind-system on him, allowing the man's emotions to subtly affect him.
Fushiguro Toji's trembling, outstretched hand bent slightly, reaching out to touch something in the air in front of him, but finding nothing. Finally, he slowly embraced his own mutilated body.
This was the gesture of an embrace.
The person Fushiguro Toji wanted to reach out and embrace in his dying moments was his deceased wife, who only existed in his memory, holding their newborn son.
Therefore, the only emotion Kenmyo Isayama perceived through Fushiguro Toji's spiritual world was endless longing. The cold and ruthless God of Slaughter actually had such a tender side, leaving Kenmyo Isayama at a loss.
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Kenmyo Isayama asked slowly.
"No."
Fushiguro Toji smiled with relief, accepting his death with composure.
But suddenly, a fleeting image flashed through Fushiguro Toji's mind, coupled with a deep sense of guilt, causing the silent man to slowly speak.
"In another two or three years, my kid will be sold to the Zen'in Family."
"You can do with him as you please."
Fushiguro Toji would use his life to repay the sins he had committed throughout his lifetime.
But the child was innocent.
Fushiguro Toji's son, Megumi Fushiguro, was detected at birth to be capable of inheriting the Cursed Technique passed down through the Zen'in Family for a thousand years.
But would Fushiguro Toji, who came from the Zen'in Family, allow his own kid to go to that awful place?
The Zen'in Family—even dogs wouldn't stay there.
If Fushiguro Toji were alive, he could still offer protection, but he had so many enemies that dying any day wouldn't be a surprise.
Therefore, Fushiguro Toji had made an agreement with the Zen'in Family Head: if he died, Megumi Fushiguro would be sold to the Zen'in Family for 1 billion yen.
By telling this news to Kenmyo Isayama,
Fushiguro Toji was making a gamble. If he won, his son would have a powerful backer in the future. This young man already possessed such great power at his age, and in the future, he would be even more terrifying, inevitably becoming a monster that even the Three Great Families would fear.
After saying this, Fushiguro Toji's lips curved upward, and he closed his eyes, ready to face death calmly.
However, the expected pain of a sharp blade piercing his chest did not come. What surprised Fushiguro Toji even more was that his life force, which had been about to extinguish, was now surging back like a raging fire, as if it had been refilled with energy.
The wounds on his body were rapidly regenerating. Necrotic muscle tissue was revitalized, sprouting granulation tissue, internal organ tears began to heal, and broken bones reconnected.
"Is this the Reverse Cursed Technique?"
The faintly breathing Fushiguro Toji suddenly opened his eyes, looking in disbelief at the cold-faced Kenmyo Isayama.
"Brat, you!"
The Psychic Spells Kenmyo Isayama used to heal Fushiguro Toji's fatal injuries were [Wound Healing] and [Regeneration].
After Fushiguro Toji was out of danger and took a deep breath, the first thing Kenmyo Isayama did was cover his fist with psychic energy and smash it hard into Fushiguro Toji's face.
"You're relying on me?"
That immense force immediately swelled half of Fushiguro Toji's face, tearing open his nose and especially the scar on his lip.
"Go and do this kind of thing yourself!"
"He's your damn son, not mine."
The most outrageous thing was that immediately after hitting him, Kenmyo Isayama used [Wound Healing] to heal him, then punched Fushiguro Toji's face again and again, leaving Fushiguro Toji completely stunned.
Kenmyo Isayama grabbed the collar of Fushiguro Toji's tattered clothes, which looked no different from a beggar's rags. Thinking of the days he and his sister relied on each other, his calm face was filled with complexity.