The Sixth Ward was quieter at night.But Agent 47 moved through it like a shadow—his steps unheard, presence unfelt.
The system map guided him deeper into the heart of Shibuya's old districts.Derelict buildings. Closed stalls. Dim neon buzz.
TARGET: TAKUMA INOUE – Grade 1 SorcererStatus: Inside Compound. Guarded. Confident.
Penalty for failure: [SYSTEM TERMINATION]Reward: "???"
47 crouched on a rooftop ledge. Below was an abandoned bathhouse repurposed as a cursed hideout. He observed for three minutes.
Three guards. Minimal patrol.One entrance. One roof hatch. Two windows.Structural weakness at the northeast wall.
Entry: Acquired.
He dropped like a whisper, landed without a sound. Slid open a window, slinked inside.
Cool air. Old tile. A faint scent of incense and something wrong.
47 moved through the corridors like a breeze of death.His footsteps made no sound.His breath was a ghost.
Takuma Inoue was alone, meditating inside a ritual circle of cursed talismans and black candles.
He opened his eyes.
"You're not cursed," he said aloud."What the hell are you?"
47 stood just outside the candlelight, eyes like twin barrels.
No words.
Inoue flared his cursed energy, the room cracking with pressure.
"Don't underestimate—"
He stepped forward.
Too late.
47 vanished into motion.
Inoue lunged, curse energy surrounding his arms like coiled serpents — but as he struck, he found air.
Then—pain.
A knife in his side.
Inoue stumbled back—but before he could retaliate—
SHHK!Another knife — this time buried in his thigh.
THUNK!A third slammed into his shoulder.
Inoue roared, flaring cursed energy in a wild shockwave. Tiles shattered. Walls groaned.
But 47 never stopped.
The assassin grabbed him by the throat — lifting him up with one arm like a puppet.
Inoue's eyes went wide. His cursed energy should have ripped this man apart.
But it didn't. It couldn't.
"Wha… what are you…?"
47 didn't answer.
From his free hand, black tendrils of liquid metal began to form — Matter Creation in action.
A fourth knife.
SHHK!Straight into the gut.
A fifth.
Sixth.
Seventh.
Inoue gagged blood, choking and flailing helplessly.
The eighth, ninth, and tenth struck faster — chest, clavicle, ribs. Every one different. New. Forged in real-time from nothing.
By the time the fourteenth blade punctured his heart, his body had stopped resisting. His face frozen in pain and confusion.
47 dropped him like trash.No blood touched his suit.
[SYSTEM UPDATE – CONTRACT COMPLETE]Target: Takuma Inoue – Eliminated.Reward Unlocked: "Sight Beyond Sight" – Passive Perk Gained.Description: Visual awareness of all moving entities within 50 meters, regardless of obstruction.
47 looked down once more.
"Too loud," he muttered, before turning.
He left through the rear window.Back into the Tokyo streets.Gone before the nearest cursed spirit even noticed a change in the air.
The Jujutsu world wouldn't feel it yet... but death had entered the game.