Chapter 120: A Specialty Product of the Soul Society

The boy whom Shitsudo Jin had been muttering about—struck through—now stood before two familiar figures, one large and one small: Jia Ji, sir.

Yanzhu, who had always been by Jia Ji's side, had vanished.

Because Jia Ji had received word that Shitsudo Jin had developed a cure for the Ghouls' virus, he sent the girl to find Shitsudo Jin for her injection.

Yanzhu also took the opportunity to say she'd drag Ren Tairang out of his self-imposed isolation for a walk.

With Yanzhu gone, Jia Ji prepared to engage in activities unsuitable for young girls—such as hunting down and exterminating every last underground rebel still hiding beneath the city.

Thanks to his superlative intelligence network, after cleansing the sixteenth underground organization, Jia Ji saw two figures—a large one and a small one—appear before him.

As a grandmaster of the "Who Am I" domain, Jia Ji could identify anyone just by their silhouette—he recognized them instantly.

Higuchi Kagehisa and Higuchi Komane.

"At last, I meet you, honorable Mr. Jia Ji."

The masked man in a red tailcoat, Higuchi Kagehisa, bowed slightly forward upon seeing Jia Ji, executing a comically exaggerated gentleman's salute.

"Upon learning of your deeds, I came here at once."

His voice brimmed with reverence, yet the uncontainable excitement within him leaked out alongside it.

"You, who wiped out the entire cabinet, must surely despise the incompetence of Tokyo's elite—we are kindred spirits!"

Higuchi Kagehisa extended his hand to Jia Ji: "Mr. Jia Ji, would you care to become my ally?"

But the next instant, he was met with a fist the size of a sandbag.

"Whrrrr—!"

Amid a sharp, violent hum, the massive fist halted before an invisible repulsion field, ripples spreading across it like waves under unprecedented force.

Higuchi Kagehisa stared at the fist before him, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He felt clearly: this man's single punch matched the maximum output of a Level 3 Ghoul. He'd maxed out his phantom device's power—and barely held it off.

The turn of events was so unexpected that Higuchi Kagehisa couldn't help shouting in rage at Jia Ji.

"What are you doing? Didn't you kill them because you despised Tokyo's elite? Why strike me?"

But Jia Ji acted as if he hadn't heard a word, instead curiously opening his fist and pushing forward, testing the feel of the repulsion field.

Soft yet hard, present yet absent, prickly yet not prickly.

"So this is what it feels like to be hit by repulsion—perfectly usable against Tian Dao Superbro."

Jia Ji's utter disdain enraged Higuchi Kagehisa: "You ignore me? You're too arrogant!"

Ultimate Pain!

Without a word, Higuchi Kagehisa unleashed his strongest technique at zero frame—expanding the repulsion field to crush his opponent with terrifying force.

"Oh, sorry, sorry—your words are boring, your technique name is trash, so I didn't listen… Also, mask-wearer archetype overlap, you bastard!!"

As Jia Ji's irritated voice rang out, his fist returned—faster than before!

Boom—!

The Ultimate Pain, possessing force comparable to heavy industrial machinery, shattered like a wafer biscuit beneath this punch.

After shattering the repulsion field, the punch's force remained unweakened, slamming directly into Higuchi Kagehisa's face.

Repulsion fields, the classic "stronger force breaks through" technique, fail against opponents with greater strength.

The next instant, the cyborg Higuchi Kagehisa felt as if a dump truck had hit him—his skull cracked audibly, half his body went numb, and his body was flung uncontrollably by the force.

The violent force tore through his body, erupting from his back, shredding his black suit—and then…

The dust cleared. Higuchi Kagehisa's head was embedded in the ground, his entire body flattened into a crumpled red carpet, like a specialty product of the Soul Society.

"Daddy!"

Beside him, Higuchi Komane, seeing her father reduced to a carpet by Jia Ji's punch, charged at him in fury.

The petite girl lunged forward, twin kodachi in hand—her mantis-factor speed stretched her form into a blurred black line.

The obsidian kodachi, forged from Kō metal, sliced through the air with piercing shrieks—one aimed at the head, one at the chest—Komane's strike was ruthless, showing no mercy, intent on killing Jia Ji outright.

Yet where the blades struck Jia Ji, no blood spurted—his figure merely blurred, then vanished from the air.

Seeing this impossible sight, Komane's delicate face twisted in shock.

"Wha…?"

Then, the girl felt her vision suddenly darken—a vast shadow loomed behind her.

Komane turned her head—and gasped in horror: Jia Ji had somehow moved behind her.

And Jia Ji's masked, brutal face smiled at her.

"Kids shouldn't play with dangerous things."

The next second, Komane heard two sharp metallic snaps from her hands—she looked back to see both her kodachi severed cleanly, their ends smooth as if sliced by a flawless blade.

Then she saw the man behind her extend a wicked finger toward her.

"Come on, Brother Jia Ji will take you for your shot."

As Jia Ji's finger touched her, Komane instantly lost control of her body—she watched in terror as her limbs moved against her will, like a puppet on strings.

Northern Dipper Muscle Manipulation Fist!

She could only watch helplessly as her body moved on its own, climbing up Jia Ji's arm, plopping her little bottom onto his shoulder, wrapping her tiny hands around his head—and then freezing still.

Jia Ji then walked over to the red carpet on the ground, picked it up, tucked it under his arm, and left.

Moments later, in the Special Living Zone for the Cursed Children.

Jia Ji placed his hand on the hospital bed, and the controlled Komane mechanically stepped down from his shoulder and lay upon it.

"One free dose of Ghoul virus cure."

The doctor standing by ignored Jia Ji's odd phrasing, stepped forward, and injected the prepared serum into Komane's body.

Yanzhu, hearing Jia Ji had arrived, rushed into the treatment room—and upon seeing Komane lying before him, screamed in astonishment.

"Brother Jia Ji picked up another little girl again!"

"W-what do you mean 'again'? I've only picked up a few times total! Don't slander my reputation!"

The chapter title refers to a specialty of the Soul Society: the Carpet of the Fallen, flattened entirely when struck down.

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