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I can become a first-grade sorcerer...

Makoto's fists clenched as the thought crossed his mind. His expression darkened briefly, but he quickly composed himself.

Makoto knew he wasn't there yet.

Even if he wanted to act on his ambitions, it would have to wait until his strength had grown significantly. For now, he needed patience.

"By the way, Granny," he said, his voice hesitant. "Lately, I've been feeling restless… like I want to destroy something or release this pent-up energy. Is that normal?"

"Perfectly normal," Granny Chiharu replied without so much as lifting her gaze.

Her tone was calm, almost dismissive, as if she had anticipated this question long ago.

"Cursed energy is born from human negative emotions," she explained. "The stronger the negative emotions, the stronger the cursed energy. It's only natural that those emotions will affect you as well. Don't overthink it—just focus on your training."

Her attitude made it clear she didn't see this as an issue.

If Makoto wanted to destroy something, he could destroy it. If he wanted to release his frustration, he could do that too.

Granny Chiharu wasn't a conventional sorcerer from Jujutsu High School. She was a curser, someone who embraced chaos rather than suppressing it.

Unlike formal sorcerers, who learned techniques to protect themselves from the corrupting influence of cursed energy, wild sorcerers like Granny Chiharu thrived in it. They allowed their emotions to fuel their power, often turning into destructive forces of nature.

And while some rare geniuses were immune to the mental effects of cursed energy, Makoto was clearly not one of them.

In his previous life, Makoto had been ambitious but not inherently bad. At most, he had an obsessive desire for power. But now, under the influence of cursed energy, his personality was becoming more violent and unhinged.

It was subtle for now, something he could suppress. But as his strength grew, so too would the burden of controlling it.

"I understand," Makoto said, nodding earnestly.

Unfortunately, Makoto was still too new to the world of sorcery. His knowledge was shallow, and he didn't fully grasp the long-term consequences of what was happening to him.

For now, all he knew was that this power was his key to becoming stronger.

"I'll work hard to train!"

Granny Chiharu nodded approvingly. "Good. That's the spirit."

Satisfied, she rose to leave.

Her frail frame leaned heavily on her cane, her hunched figure appearing as if it might collapse at any moment.

But as she shuffled out of the house, her expression twisted into a sly grin.

"Soon… very soon, the perfect vessel will be ready."

Granny Chiharu turned back to glance at the house where Kyogoku remained, her cloudy eyes gleaming with malice.

As a curser, Granny Chiharu had no pretense of morality. She wasn't helping Makoto out of the goodness of her heart.

Every move she made had a purpose, and her interest in Kyogoku was far from innocent. She saw him not as a student, but as a tool for her own goals.

With that thought, she disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving only silence behind.

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Back inside, Makoto opened his eyes.

His gaze was fixed in the direction Granny Chiharu had gone, his expression unreadable.

There was a quiet darkness in his eyes, a shadow that hadn't been there before.

Makoto wasn't a fool.

If anything, he was highly perceptive, clever enough to use every advantage available to him. It was the same trait that had guided his actions with Sonoko.

Had it not been for the emergence of sorcerers in his life, Makoto's plan would have been to marry into the Suzuki family, solidifying his position as a son- in-law.

The title of "son-in-law" didn't bother him. It didn't matter how others viewed him as long as he reached his goal.@@novelbin@@

But the arrival of sorcery had changed his plans entirely.

If it hadn't, he would never have let go of Sonoko so easily.

"No matter what you're after..." Makoto muttered, his voice low.

He knew Granny Chiharu wasn't genuinely interested in his growth. The greed in her eyes was obvious every time she looked at him.

But that didn't matter to Makoto.

As long as he could use her to become stronger, he didn't care about her motives.

He also suspected that Granny Chiharu knew what he was thinking.

Yet neither of them had acknowledged it. Perhaps the time to settle things between them hadn't come yet.

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But in the end... I'll be the one left standing.

Makoto clenched his fists, his resolve burning stronger than ever.

"Even among sorcerers, I'll become the strongest!"

As a karate champion with over 300 consecutive wins, Makoto had his own sense of pride.

Among ordinary people, he had always been the strongest.

Now, he aimed to claim that title in the world of sorcerers as well.

His mind wandered to a memory, a live broadcast he had seen not long ago.

The sight of a sorcerer effortlessly crushing his enemies had burned itself into Kyogoku's mind.

That overwhelming strength, that dominance, he yearned for it.

One day... I'll reach that level.

For now, Makoto's ambitions remained his own, hidden from the world.

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Meanwhile, Ryuji was taking his time.

There were still a few days left before the hot spring trip, so there was no need to rush.

Instead, his attention was drawn to Kawakami Tomie.

After hearing about her from Miko and Hana, Ryuji's curiosity had been piqued.

When they informed him they'd try to bring her to the Service Club during the lunch break, Ryuji made sure to arrive early.

Sitting comfortably in his usual spot, he waited with a subtle air of anticipation.

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In Miko's classroom, chaos unfolded as usual.

"Miss Tomie, here! This is a limited-edition fountain pen from abroad. I thought it might make writing easier for you!"

"Tomie, look at me! This is the latest designer handbag—I bought it just for you!"

"Wait, don't forget me!"

The moment the bell rang, a swarm of students surrounded Tomie, all vying for her attention.

Each one offered her gifts, desperate for even a shred of praise from her.

This scene only fueled the animosity of the other girls in the class, who stood at a distance, whispering amongst themselves.

"Ugh, I can't stand her!"

"She must be a total snake!"

"I swear, I'd love to just kill her!"

But Tomie paid no mind to the bitter murmurs around her.

Her expression remained indifferent as she carefully examined the gifts in front of her, picking and choosing the ones she liked.

Despite the fact that these were offerings from others, her arrogant demeanor made it seem as though she saw their gestures as nothing more than her due.

To her, there was no reason to feel grateful.

This air of entitlement only added fuel to the fire, leaving the girls fuming silently in frustration.

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