Reincarnated as an Uchiha, Do I Have to Fight Sukuna Too? [2]

The Fly Head Cursed Spirit plastered against the glass that afternoon did not even have time to wail before a cold flash of steel shredded it into ash.

By the time Ayato had dealt with the little nuisance, finished his work, and cleaned the student council room, the sun had already set completely.

…

Night fell, and neon lights replaced the bustle of daytime.

Uchiha Ayato’s home was in a mid-to-high-end apartment building in Toshima Ward. It was hardly a mansion, but compared to the old, cramped, run-down apartments over in Akabane, it was a world apart.

A sofa sat in the center of the living room. Against the wall, rows of case files and several hidden microcameras were neatly arranged inside a solid wood display cabinet. In the corner of the room, a rather expensive Roland FANTOM-8 had been set down almost casually.

A sixteen-year-old orphan with no family or support on record could never afford a monthly rent in the hundreds of thousands of yen.

All of this came from Uchiha Ayato’s “side jobs.”

Still an orphan after arriving in this world, he had started planning for independence early.

After graduating from elementary school, he left the welfare facility and began making a living on his own.

Using his age as cover, along with a handy Transformation Jutsu and Clone Jutsu—or, occasionally, by controlling a few crows with genjutsu to sneak photographs—he had made quite the name for himself in the underground private detective scene.

Digging up every last detail of a politician’s secret dealings, or snapping a few damning photos of some wealthy madam’s cheating husband—it was all easy money.

Earning an honest living was so boring, wasn’t it?

“Sigh…”

“Dealing with monsters is way easier than coaxing a middle school girl.”

A lazy mutter came from the ceiling.

Uchiha Ayato was upside down. His freshly washed black hair, still faintly damp, hung toward the floor, while both feet remained firmly attached to the ceiling.

He held his phone in both hands, thumbs flying rapidly across the screen.

Evenly concentrating chakra into the soles of his feet and maintaining this anti-gravity posture was part of his basic daily routine for training chakra control.

DING-DONG.

The LINE notification chime sounded. In the chat window on the screen, the messages he had just typed filled the entire box.

[Ayato]: Anon, I went too far with what I said this afternoon.

[Ayato]: The moment I saw you run out, I regretted it.

[Ayato]: If my words hurt you, that was absolutely not my intention.

[Ayato]: When I think that you really might go somewhere very far away, I feel a little lost.

[Ayato]: Maybe you were right. I suppose I really am reluctant to see you go.

Extremely sappy.

It was hard to imagine a middle school boy sending this sort of message to a girl, especially one who was not his girlfriend.

But Ayato did not so much as blink.

“With this, she’ll probably be back to her sparkling self when we meet tomorrow, right?”

Ayato knew Anon would forgive him.

Because she was that kind of saintly girl.

Even if he made her angry, as long as he set her up on a pedestal and soothed her ruffled feathers a little, that tiny temper of hers would vanish at once like a punctured balloon.

Ayato tossed his phone aside and prepared to flip down from the ceiling.

At that very instant, his movements abruptly froze.

From two streets away came a ripple too sticky and cold for ordinary people to perceive, carrying the mingled smells of rust and a filthy gutter.

By this world’s grading system, it had probably already reached the level of a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit.

“Tch.”

Uchiha Ayato frowned in annoyance and reached up to scratch his hair.

“A Cursed Spirit, huh…”

“Of all the times to show up, it had to pick the moment I was getting ready for bed. It really won’t let me have any peace…”

…

Meanwhile, inside a large house with a yard….

“AAAAAAAAAAH~!”

Chihaya Anon wrapped herself in her quilt and rolled madly back and forth across her mattress like a maggot.

THUD!

Her knee hit the wall, but she could not be bothered to care about the pain.

She abruptly threw off the quilt and sat up. Her eyes shone with excitement that was almost overflowing, and the light from her phone screen illuminated her cheeks, which were flushed deep red.

She had already read the LINE messages from beginning to end at least five times.

“I knew it!”

“I knew Ayarin actually couldn’t bear to see me go!”

Anon took a deep breath and clutched the phone tightly to her meager chest.

She raised her head and stared straight at the ceiling of her bedroom. The corners of her mouth shot up, forming a smile with a dangerously excessive sugar content.

“Hehehe~!”

“He acts so mean, but in the end, he’s completely head over heels for me…”

“Ayato-kun, love~”

…

Uchiha Ayato stood by the window, his pupils contracting in an instant.

The black irises faded at once, replaced by a strange, bewitching crimson. Two black tomoe spun rapidly along the edge of each pupil.

The world captured by his retinas changed.

The foul airflow hidden in the night now became clearly visible bands of dark purple mist.

Each time the source of that Cursed Energy squirmed, the concrete walls along its path let out overburdened cracking sounds.

Uchiha Ayato turned his head toward the living room. He had only recently renewed the lease for another year.

The thing’s straight-line route would pass perfectly through his little nest.

If he did not stop it, he would have to move tomorrow.

“Moving again would be way too much trouble.”

Ayato sighed, casually tossed his phone onto the sofa, then turned and opened the closet, pulling out a trench coat convenient for concealing equipment and draping it over himself.

But before heading out, he ought to confirm his stats first.

[NAME: UCHIHA AYATO]

[CHAKRA: 349,995/350,000]

[SHARINGAN: TWO TOMOE]

[NINJUTSU]:
CHAKRA SENSING
FIRE STYLE: FIREBALL JUTSU
FIRE STYLE: MAJESTIC DESTROYER FLAME
FIRE STYLE: GREAT DRAGON FIRE TECHNIQUE
WIND STYLE: VACUUM SPHERE
WIND STYLE: WIND CUTTER JUTSU
LIGHTNING STYLE: CHIDORI
LIGHTNING STYLE: KIRIN…

[RANK: GENIN (HAS NOT PASSED THE PROMOTION EXAM)]

Based on past experience, a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit had roughly ten to thirty thousand chakra—or Cursed Energy—while Special Grade Cursed Spirits ranged from one hundred to three hundred thousand. There was an entire order of magnitude between them.

Of course, chakra volume was not the only standard for judging strength. Even with an overwhelming advantage in chakra, if the opponent possessed all sorts of bizarre methods, victory was not guaranteed.

As for how much of a threat it truly posed, he would only know once he saw it in person.

Closing the system panel, Uchiha Ayato gathered chakra beneath his feet and leaped lightly. Like a crow spreading its wings, his entire body swiftly melted into Tokyo’s night.

Two streets away, in a residential district, the streetlights flickered twice with an electric crackle, then went out completely.

A monster resembling a deformed gecko, covered in severed human limbs, clung to the side of an apartment building. Countless household lights were reflected in its huge eyes, and the mucus dripping from the corner of its mouth instantly corroded the security grating.

It was a Grade 1 Cursed Spirit manifested from humanity’s collective fear of home invasion. It belonged to the sort that posed an enormous danger to humans.

The Cursed Spirit’s vision caught the black shadow descending from the sky. It let out a piercing hiss, its entire body drawing taut like a fully drawn bow.

“Hssss—!”

“Too slow. You’re full of holes.”

Ayato’s voice sounded above its head. The dynamic vision of his Sharingan stretched every movement the Cursed Spirit made into a frame-by-frame slideshow.

His hand signs were completed almost instantly. Chakra compressed wildly in his palm, and high-frequency Lightning Style chakra tore through the air, the blinding lightning illuminating half the block.

[LIGHTNING STYLE: CHIDORI]

There was no dramatic stalemate. Ayato’s figure carved a sharp arc through the air, passing the Cursed Spirit in a single crossing motion.

The instant the lightning went out, the Cursed Spirit’s massive body exploded apart with a thunderous crash.

The stench of burning overpowered its original foul odor. The powerful Grade 1 Cursed Spirit did not even have room to struggle before it was exorcised in an instant.

“It wasn’t much of a challenge, but my clothes still got a little dirty.”

Ayato shook the remaining arcs of electricity from his right hand, the ends of his hair swaying gently in the blast of air.

A faint blue fluorescent panel appeared in midair, driving away a small patch of the night.

[LONG-TERM MISSION: SEND ONE THOUSAND SUMMONED BEASTS BACK TO THE THREE GREAT SAGE REGIONS (369/1000).]

[REWARD: SAGE MODE]

Even after seeing this prompt nearly four hundred times, Ayato still found it hard to keep it together.

Seriously, how did this thing connect Cursed Spirits to summoned beasts?

The urge to retort surged up in him!

“Ohoho~ No wonder the report Ijichi submitted said these blocks have been unusually quiet lately…”

“So there’s been a helpful citizen quietly cleaning things up all along~ Your work is rather neat, too.”

“Not bad, not bad~”

Uchiha Ayato: !!!

T/N: HUSBAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOJO!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway hmmm what would ayato look like hmmmmmmmmm honestlyy just imagine him as sasuke….

idk

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