Sister Mei's slow movement wasn't due to her, but because nearly 3,000 ordinary cult members who had escaped from the auditorium suddenly overwhelmed her.
"Didn't I tell Kenmyo to take it easy?"
Newcomers often overexert themselves on their first mission, so she had specifically reminded him.
Sister Mei watched the ordinary cult members, their faces panicked as if something terrifying had happened inside, all fleeing in disarray, and her lips twitched.
It seems Kenmyo has made quite a scene.
At this moment, the spacious auditorium was almost empty, with not a single cult member left, only that large group of people at the very front.
It should be said that this group of people wanted to escape but couldn't. They were used to lording over others, and now, for the first time, they felt their high position was too hot to handle.
They had all witnessed the terror of the Flesh Hound, so they were all trembling, not daring to move.
"So scary! I want to go home!"
The outside world is so dangerous. A terrifying existence, impossibly young, suddenly appeared and killed their colleague, who was a Second-Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer.
Kenmyo, facing ten (it was eleven, but one had already 'received his bento box'), leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the group and waiting for a response.
"We will cooperate with the orders from the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association."
Matsuda Zen'ei, the Pope of the Vessel and Soul Society, seeing such an arrogant Kenmyo, said with a gloomy face.
"But!"
"Young man, don't you think your actions are a bit too excessive?"
The large screen imported from abroad, worth tens of thousands of dollars, had a huge hole smashed into it by the entire door that Kenmyo had kicked away. Flashing on and off in an instant, it appeared to be completely unusable and thoroughly scrapped.
Moreover, their Vice Pope had also been killed by Kenmyo, leaving only half a body on the ground, with bloody internal organs spilled everywhere, looking terrifying.
Even among the high-ranking members of the entire Vessel and Soul Society, some had wet themselves from fear and some had fainted, each behaving more disgracefully than the last, their ugly true colors fully exposed.
This wasn't an official notification visit; it was clearly an attempt to cause trouble.
Matsuda Zen'ei had been the Pope of the Vessel and Soul Society for so long, and this was the first time he had encountered such treatment from someone sent by the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association.
It wasn't the first or second time the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association had sent people here, as the Star Plasma Cult had almost always had various issues with the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association.
But most of the time, everyone would sit together peacefully at a table to talk, discuss, negotiate, and handle various social niceties.
There was no precedent for such an immediate, explosive, bloody, and destructive display.
Kenmyo, new to the 'workplace,' had not been corrupted by the social niceties of the upper echelons. He still carried the impersonal, business-like attitude from his time as an Inquisitor for the Imperial Inquisition.
For these parasites who only know how to swindle and deceive ordinary people, he naturally wouldn't be soft-hearted.
Kenmyo had, in effect, ripped off the Vessel and Soul Society's face and even stomped on it a couple of times.
But this Pope still didn't understand why he was here today.
Not long ago, the Pope of the Star Plasma Cult had a major confrontation with the President of the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association over 'Lord Tengen,' which ended very unpleasantly.
Today was the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association's retaliation. The Vessel and Soul Society was the Star Plasma Cult's only branch and its most indispensable primary force.
Kenmyo's demand was equivalent to cruelly stabbing the Star Plasma Cult several times, each stab hitting a major artery.
Without the Vessel and Soul Society, the remaining strength of the Star Plasma Cult would naturally be insufficient to stand alone.
If the Pope, as the leader of the entire cult, did nothing now, the loss of the church's interests would be one thing, but more importantly, Matsuda Zen'ei's authority within the cult would also decline.
If today's events got out, how could Matsuda Zen'ei maintain his standing within the Star Plasma Cult?
He was, after all, one of the highest-ranking executives of the Star Plasma Cult, no exaggeration, a position second only to one person, above tens of thousands.
Today, he was utterly humiliated.
"Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
Matsuda Zen'ei took out a pair of all-black gloves from his pocket and put them on. Red Cursed Energy appeared around him, and his expression was very solemn, implying he was ready to fight Kenmyo.
If Kenmyo didn't provide an explanation, Matsuda Zen'ei wouldn't let him leave.
"Explanation? What are you talking about?"
Kenmyo chuckled softly.
"My speaking to you here peacefully is already my greatest sincerity!"
Matsuda Zen'ei didn't know about Kenmyo's iron-fisted methods. If he knew what he had done, he probably wouldn't dare to yell in front of Kenmyo and would have run away long ago.
He wouldn't be here pushing his luck and seeking death.
Smashing up the Vessel and Soul Society's venue was already Kenmyo's gentlest and most considerate action ever.
The number of casualties shows it; so far, Kenmyo has only killed one person.
Every time Kenmyo led an operation before, there were countless casualties and bodies strewn across the field. If he hadn't been worried that killing too many people on his first mission as a Sorcerer would look bad, Kenmyo would have had the idea of slaughtering all these guys standing on the stage.
You should be secretly happy about how lucky you are today, yet you still dare to question Kenmyo.
The Jujutsu Sorcerer Association sent him to loosen the bones of these disobedient puppies, and Kenmyo wouldn't indulge them.
Matsuda Zen'ei estimated from Kenmyo's age that the kid's actual strength shouldn't be outrageously strong.
It was mainly reliant on that terrifying familiar, probably given to him by an elder in his family for self-defense.
If Matsuda Zen'ei could quickly kill Kenmyo, his chances of winning would still be very high.
He kept in mind all the prominent young Jujutsu Sorcerer in the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association.
Among the young generation of female Jujutsu Sorcerer, he only needed to pay attention to a white-haired woman who used an axe, and the eldest daughter of the Isayama Family.
The male Jujutsu Sorcerer included one with a pineapple hairstyle and the next head of the Gojo Family.
These were absolute existences not to be provoked. The Star Plasma Cult had strictly forbidden attacking them or getting into disputes with them. If they encountered them and their mission conflicted, they could immediately abandon the mission without any penalty.
But Matsuda Zen'ei was very sure that this kid in front of him was definitely not on that 'unprovocable' blacklist.
How much strength could this fledgling kid have? He was just a fox borrowing a tiger's might. Matsuda Zen'ei would teach him a lesson.
"My Jujutsu name is [Intentional Punch Jujutsu], which can return thirty percent of the damage received."
Matsuda Zen'ei tightened his black gloves, his eyes fixed on Kenmyo.
"Technique Disclosure?"
Jujutsu Sorcerer can generally choose to voluntarily disclose their technique before attacking to increase its attack power and accuracy.
Kenmyo heard Matsuda Zen'ei explaining his Jujutsu information and shook his head.
This kind of person, who can't distinguish his own strength yet insists on showing off, is truly annoying. Why don't they have some self-awareness?
"Sorry, I don't have time to listen to your long-winded speech."
Filled with disappointment, Kenmyo no longer leaned on the railing but straightened up again, slowly clapped his hands twice, then turned and walked away.
The gap in strength between active and inactive Jujutsu Sorcerer is truly very obvious.
Although this guy held the title of Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, his actual performance was only at a relatively poor, low-level Second-Grade Jujutsu Sorcerer standard.
It's also normal; the Star Plasma Cult doesn't need to go out and fight Cursed Spirits like the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association. Their Jujutsu is merely used to deceive and swindle their followers, only for showing off in front of their believers, completely lacking any practical combat significance.
Moreover, Matsuda Zen'ei, as a leader, was even more indulged in debauchery, his strength only a fraction of what it once was.
This level isn't even enough to serve as entertainment for Kenmyo, let alone listen to his 'Technique Disclosure,' which is a pure waste of time.
But Matsuda Zen'ei was still smug about the effectiveness of 'Technique Disclosure.' He had only just explained one-third of his technique's information, and his Cursed Energy concentration had already increased by one-third.
"As expected of me, even after not fighting for so long, my skills haven't regressed at all; I'm still powerful."
When Matsuda Zen'ei saw Kenmyo turn and leave, he thought he was scared, so he asked,
"Bastard, where are you going?"
"It's already over, didn't you know?"
Kenmyo didn't stop walking or turn his head. He said faintly,
"Ah?"
Matsuda Zen'ei still didn't understand what was happening to him. He thought it was the kid's bluff and his face was filled with rage.
"Are you messing with me?"
With his whole body's red Cursed Energy erupting, he looked like he wanted to wrap his fists in Cursed Energy and violently beat Kenmyo.
But before he could put it into practice, Matsuda Zen'ei suddenly changed his expression drastically, appearing to be in great pain. He immediately fell to his knees, his legs unable to support his body, and his whole body was constantly trembling.
"Damn it, what's wrong?"
Matsuda Zen'ei felt all his strength draining away; he couldn't even stand steadily.
"Sir, your pant leg seems to be on fire."
Another high-ranking member, who had been kneeling on the ground and hadn't dared to speak when Kenmyo was present, pointed his trembling finger towards Matsuda Zen'ei's pant leg, his voice somewhat strained.
That high-ranking member could clearly see a small flame suddenly appear on their Pope's pant leg, and then the small flame quickly grew larger and larger.
The flame spread rapidly across their leader's body at a visible speed, and the speed of the spread was terrifying.
His whole body was on fire?
The pain arrived faster than his self-awareness. Matsuda Zen'ei's vision was completely covered by raging flames, and his skin and muscles were scorched by the intense heat, forming huge wounds.
Matsuda Zen'ei, burning, let out heart-wrenching screams. His entire body was engulfed in flames, twisting violently in the firelight in great agony, fleeing frantically like a slaughtered pig.
The high-ranking members who had fallen to the ground finally remembered their task. They scrambled up, wanting to use their clothes to pat out the flames.
But this was unrealistic.
Because what was burning on Matsuda Zen'ei was not ordinary fire, but psychic fire. This psychic fire would continuously devour the host's Cursed Energy to achieve a sustained burning effect.
Until Matsuda Zen'ei ran out of Cursed Energy, these terrifyingly hot flames would always surround him.
"Ah ah ah ah! It hurts!"
When Sister Mei arrived inside the auditorium, she saw a blazing fire-man rolling continuously on the ground on the distant main stage, letting out piercing wails.
But the orange-red flames grew even stronger with his struggles, and the wails echoed throughout the entire auditorium, sounding extremely eerie.
Moreover, there were many people 'watching the fire from across the river' next to this guy, not knowing if they were helping or what; some even took out things to fan the flames. But the consensus among all his colleagues was that they all kept a very long distance from the fire-man, maintaining a safe distance, fearing that the terrifying flames would splash onto them.
Undoubtedly, all of this was the handiwork of Kenmyo, who was now walking towards Sister Mei.
However, what surprised Sister Mei even more was that Kenmyo's talent in fire-based Jujutsu seemed no weaker than in ice-based Jujutsu.
It's too outrageous. Why can he master two completely different elemental powers, ice and fire, so skillfully?
"Sister Mei, you're here."
Kenmyo saw Sister Mei standing at the entrance of the auditorium, so he quickly stepped forward to report on the work.
"The mission is complete, very smoothly."
"I told them they can only resume activities with the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association's permission."
But Sister Mei felt that after tonight, the Vessel and Soul Society might cease to exist.
Even if the Pope of the Star Plasma Cult were to summon them, and even if they were given ten more guts, these survivors would no longer dare to attend any gatherings organized by the Star Plasma Cult.
Their morale was broken.
Sister Mei understood the fear, terror, and submission to absolute power in the eyes of those people below who looked at Kenmyo.
"Congratulations, Kenmyo."
Sister Mei was very familiar with these emotions because she had experienced all of them during her time with Kenmyo.
So, was it empathy? Sister Mei found her thought amusing.
"Your Sorcerer assessment is complete. You are now a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer."
As the partner and examiner sent by the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association, Sister Mei had the right to declare the assessment over. Kenmyo's performance was perfect and he over-fulfilled the mission.
Sister Mei was very much looking forward to the growth of this young man in front of her. Kenmyo's future height would certainly not be limited to the Jujutsu Sorcerer Association.
She saw in him potential that surpassed Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto.
A half-finished Domain, control over ice and fire, all silently proclaimed that Kenmyo was a monster!
"Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, huh? Eh. It's just like that."
When he heard Sister Mei say that his assessment was complete, Kenmyo felt a rare hint of joy. The path that others might take a lifetime to complete, he had finished with rocket-like speed of promotion.
However, Kenmyo only wanted to go home now because his experimental equipment had arrived. Earlier, many items he obtained from the C-rank simulation, such as the blood of saint giles, couldn't be used.
Kenmyo needed to go back to prepare a diluted solution for his first injection.