Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai-Chapter 267.2 - Shaman Vs Cannibal 2

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「Kuh… Bleergh…」

It was a groan, a pained voice writhing in unbearable agony.

It was a voice that, no matter how faint, should not have been in this place. A voice that must not be here right now.

「Ugh… It's… So fuck*ng hurt…」

「Y-You're kidding me right…」

It was Yokomichi's neck.

The one crying out "It's so fuck*ng, hurt," sobbing in agony, was the severed head of Yokomichi. Yes, a disembodied head, a state that should unmistakably signify death. And yet, it was still blinking, still breathing, still speaking.

It was by no means a ghost. He was alive. Even in this state, this monster was still alive.

「Dammit, does that mean he detached just his head to get out of the teleportation circle!?」

That was the only possibility.

The teleportation magic circle only transfers what was within the area enclosed by that light. So what happens if you place something right across the boundary of the circle? Back when I was at the School Tower, I once experimented using a monster’s corpse.

The result was dismemberment. The part within the teleportation magic circle was teleported to the other side of the teleportation magic circle, while the part outside was left behind.

I didn’t know whether the severing effect of this teleportation could cut through absolutely anything, but it was certainly not something to be trifled with. At the very least, the armor of a Living Armor was cleaved clean in half.

But in that critical moment, Yokomichi chose to escape the teleportation trap, even if it meant having to abandon his body. Most likely, with his ability to sense magic, he had realized the presence of the core bomb as well.

That was why he escaped. The price he paid was everything below his neck. Normally, no one would call that a success, a fate no different from being executed by guillotine.

But Yokomichi was no longer a human, he was a monster.

Even with his head severed, he wouldn’t die. And not just in the sense of simply staying alive.

Even if only his head remains, then so did the mouth. Yokomichi still hadn’t given up on devouring me.

「It huuurts… But if I can just eat you, Kotaro-kyun, then it’ll all be worth iiiiiiiiiiiit!」

Yokomichi’s severed head lunges at me.

If you were wondering how a head could move on its own, well, about fifty centimeters of spine was still attached to his neck. No, it probably wasn’t a real spine. Though its white, jointed shape resembled one, it was more like the body of a centipede.

It had legs, spiky, thorn-like limbs extending from either side, skittering as it moved. In the end, taking on a grotesque, unimaginable form as a severed-head centipede, he lunged at me.

「UWAAAAAAAA!」

It was so shocking, and happened so suddenly, that I couldn’t use any proper counterattack.

All I managed to do was instinctively lean to the side.

Clang! The sound of Yokomichi’s jaws snapping shut echoed right beside my ear. I had managed to dodge, albeit barely

However, because I had dodged in such an awkward position, my legs tangled beneath me and I fell. In this situation, that was an all-too-fatal opening.

「Eat, eat! I’m gonna eaaaat you, Kotarou-kyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun!」

Yokomichi’s severed head screamed as it crawled across the ground, closing in. His gaping maw opened once more, and the bared fangs sank into my left leg.

「GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!?」

He bit into my lower left leg, around the shin. In an instant, his fangs and teeth sank deep, easily tearing through flesh and reaching the bone.

A wave of despairing agony shot through me. The pain and shock were so intense, it felt like sparks exploded before my eyes.

「SO YUMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! ! 」

My scream and Yokomichi’s shout of joy echoed throughout the entire plaza.

Damn it, I’m the one who wants to cry here, and yet, Yokomichi was shedding a tears of joys, wearing an expression of overwhelming emotion.

「Deliiiicious, sooooo tastyyyyyy… Ahh, this is it, this is it! This is the taste I’ve been longing forrrr! Nberoberoberoberooooooo!!」

A tongue as long as some leech-like monster’s relentlessly licked around the wound. It felt like my body was being defiled.

The writhing tongue wasn’t satisfied with just the wound on my shin, it slithered up my leg through the torn hem of my pants, creeping toward my thigh. If I left it alone, it felt like it would keep licking even further.

A tremendous wave of visceral disgust sent a shiver down my spine—— But this was fine.

Perhaps overwhelmed by emotion after finally tasting my blood, Yokomichi didn’t bite my leg off in one go. With the strength of those jaw muscles, he could easily tear through my scrawny leg. Just like he did with Hayama-kun’s right arm.

Yokomichi was probably planning to take his time with me, to savor it slowly, tormenting me as he devoured me bit by bit.

But thanks to that, I hadn’t taken enough damage to be completely incapacitated in one blow. I could still move. And right now, this was my last chance to kill Yokomichi.

「How long are you gonna keep licking, you filthy piece of trash?! Disgusting pig bastard!」

I drew my sword while cursing loudly at Yokomichi.

What I drew was Higuchi’s butterfly knife.

Yeah… I only ever grip this thing when I’ve been pushed right to the edge. A keepsake from Higuchi, with not a single good memory attached. And yet, time and time again, it was this knife that saved me in the very end.

I slammed the gleaming white blade, still radiating Higuchi's savage rage, straight into Yokomichi’s face, all my fury behind it.

「NgggYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!」

His scream pierced my ears. Yeah, I bet that one hurt like hell. Taking a blow like that to the face while practically just a severed head.

But that was not all. The Momokawa Flying Sword Style I trained in at the Sōuma Dojo wasn’t a single-blade style, it was dual wielding.

「I'M NOT DONE YEEEEET!」

And in my left hand, I draw the Red Knife. It had been with me even longer than the butterfly knife, my trusted partner in dungeon survival. Originally made by Takanashi, so it had some bad history… But now, I’ve reforged and customized it myself. Now it was the time for Yokomichi to taste its firepower.

「NGGOOAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!」

With a fierce sizzling sound, the searing red blade plunged into Yokomichi’s face.

After taking the stab of my second knife, Yokomichi finally let go of my leg. Tch… His damn tongue’s still stuck to me, though. Hurry up and get off, you freak!

「DIE, DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!」

「NnAAAAAAAHH! S-Stop! No more! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!」 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

I keep stabng at his head over and over again.

Gripping two knives in a reverse hold, I relentlessly stbing at Yokomichi’s face.

But maybe due to his cockroach-like vitality. He could still screeching and putting up a fight even after all this relentless stbing.

He kept clicking his jaws together, writhing his centipede-like bones, trying desperately struggles to bite me again.

Could I really take him down like this? Could I truly kill him just by stabbing over and over? Even if that wass possible, I doubt I could keep up this relentless assault for much longer.

Even reduced to just a severed head and stabbed all over, Yokomichi still radiates such strength that it feels like he could turn the table at any moment.

I need one last push. To kill him… Just one more push…

At that moment, something caught my eye at the edge of my vision. It was a tool I’d become completely familiar with by now. No—more accurately, it was a one of curse.

From daily life like cooking and baths, to production work through alchemical synthesis. It was the all-purpose, convenient curse that has supported me in all sorts of ways ever since I learned it, the 『Witch's Cauldron』.

「Ah, perfect… This is my workshop, after all. I’ll toss you in as you are and process you myself!」

With the two knives still stabbed into Yokomichi's temples, I drag him along with a slithering sound.

The empty 『Witch's Cauldron』 was just the right size to fit his head perfectly. Almost as if it had been made for this very moment.

「N-nooo… I wanna eat… more… Kotarooooooo…」

「BURN IT AAAAAAAAAAA!LL」

I shoved the severed head in and crank the firepower to max.

Instead of flames, the bottom of the cauldron instantly turns red-hot, emitting a heat intense enough to melt iron.

「Nngghhhhaaahhh—ooohhhhhh!」

Letting out a moan no longer even resembling words, Yokomichi writhes. A while after roasted in the 『Witch's Cauldron』 at full power, he slowly burns and festers away.

It was so freaking hot. My hands, gripping the knives and holding his head down, were feeling the heat too. But I won’t let go of my grip. Because this really was… The end of road for Yokomichi.

「YOKOMICHI DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!」

The heat was so intense, I thought my hands were going to burn right off.

But… I’m glad. Yeah, I’m really glad.

My hands couldn't feel anything now.

Yokomichi’s face, charred black from his gaping mouth up to his nose, stopped moving entirely.

There, I let go of my hands… And after that, I simply stood in silence, watching as the rest of his head burned away inside the cauldron.

『Skull of Cannibalizer 』: The skull of the kin of Cannibalizer. It was the severed head of an accursed ogre. A proof of having slain a flesh-devouring beast. The lingering remnant of gluttony and voracity resides in this skull. Let yourself not be consumed by desire, for even now, this head remains bound by an insatiable hunger.

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