The atmosphere inside the taxi was somewhat silent.
Megumi, sitting in the passenger seat, had not spoken a word since getting in.
Using the rearview mirror, his gaze was fixed intently on Minoru in the back seat.
He was trying to find the finger that Minoru might have hidden.
Finally, Megumi couldn’t hold back anymore.
“What exactly is going on with the aura around you and the things you just said?”
A hint of warning entered his tone.
“I’m warning you, if you’re trying to pull any tricks, or planning to take me somewhere desolate to dispose of me…
Jujutsu High won’t let you get away with it.”
Hearing this, the taxi driver’s forehead broke out in cold sweat.
Yuji, sitting next to him, nervously looked at Megumi, then at the composed Minoru, not daring to interrupt.
He still didn’t understand what Jujutsu High was, but he generally grasped the current situation.
He knew he absolutely couldn’t betray Minoru or reveal any information about the finger.
Facing the interrogation of the Jujutsu World genius, Minoru leaned lazily against the window, watching the scenery outside.
“Relax.
If I wanted to harm you, would you still be sitting here safe and sound?
I am from the Tokyo Paranormal Research Association.”
Whether this association existed or not made little difference to Minoru.
He had already decided on his persona.
Even if the association didn’t exist, he had a hundred ways to make it exist.
“Our equipment detected extremely abnormal energy fluctuations at Mount Kumotori.”
“That is an aura filled with malice.
If it erupts, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
“If I’m not mistaken, the one who appeared there is most likely the progenitor of demons, Kibutsuji Muzan.”
Minoru turned his head, his serious gaze meeting Megumi’s in the rearview mirror.
“According to the association’s records, near the epicenter of the energy fluctuation lives an ordinary family.
If we arrive late, what awaits them will be a massacre.”
“!”
Megumi’s pupils contracted.
A family massacre!
He still couldn’t fully trust Minoru.
A Paranormal Research Association?
He had never heard of such an organization existing in the Jujutsu World.
Taking advantage of the moment Minoru turned his head to look at the scenery, Megumi quietly pulled out his phone.
He quickly typed on the screen, briefly reporting the current situation, Minoru’s strange remarks, and their destination.
The recipient of the message—Gojo Satoru!
Almost instantly, the phone buzzed.
[Gojo Satoru: An association?
Things are getting interesting (^▽^).
Megumi, go check it out first.
Seeing this reply, Megumi felt slightly reassured.
He put away his phone, deciding to temporarily trust Minoru, but his vigilance did not decrease in the slightest.
After all, when a family’s lives were at stake, it was better to believe than to dismiss.
…
The high-speed rail station was brightly lit.
While waiting for the ticket check, Minoru wandered around a souvenir shop like an ordinary tourist.
Megumi and Yuji were confused and could only follow behind him.
“Huh, they don’t sell Katanas or Hanafuda Earrings here.” Minoru muttered to himself.
“It’s unlikely they’d sell things like that here, right?”
Yuji found it strange, and while he was there, he bought Kikufuku from Kikusuian.
This was a famous brand from Sendai, perfect for eating once they boarded the high-speed rail.
In the original series, Satoru, who loves sweets, also bought the same souvenir.
“You’re right.”
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Minoru’s mind, and the corner of his lips curved up slightly.
Who said those two things had to be bought ready-made?
He turned and walked into a stationery store, buying a large stack of thick, sturdy colored paper and some auxiliary materials.
Yuji curiously leaned closer.
“Shibata-san, what are you going to do with those?”
“Making a toy,” Minoru said, shaking the paper in his hand.
“After all, we have plenty of time.”
Megumi frowned, unable to understand Minoru’s actions.
The mystery was only revealed once they boarded the bullet train heading to Tokyo.
Minoru propped up his phone to display an origami tutorial video, his fingers working quickly.
He hadn’t expected that Fujimiya Amane’s [Scholar] would also provide a bonus when learning origami.
Soon, a Katana and two earrings gradually took shape.
“Wow!
That’s amazing!” Yuji exclaimed, his eyes shining.
“Shibata-san, you can do this too?
That’s so cool!”
“Do you like it?
I’ll fold one for you too.” Minoru smiled, his hands not stopping.
“Thank you, Shibata-san.” Yuji immediately beamed.
Megumi watched dumbfounded.
He hadn’t imagined that a person with such a terrifying aura would have such a childlike hobby as origami.
This intense contrast made Minoru’s image seem even more unfathomable in Megumi’s eyes.
However, what they didn’t know was that this craft wasn’t so simple.
What Minoru was currently making was the symbol of the Demon Slayer world’s strongest, the creator of Breathing Styles, the Strongest Demon Slayer Swordsman—Tsugikuni Yoriichi. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Minoru stroked the earrings and the Katana with his fingertips.
These two small toys might look harmless right now.
But they might cause a psychological critical hit to a certain demon who has lived for a thousand years.
Moreover, with the augmentation of Minoru’s Cursed Energy, the sharpness of this blade could surpass a normal Katana.
Just as Minoru was fully focused, his phone screen suddenly lit up.
The message was from Mahiru.
[Mahiru: Image]
[Mahiru: Dinner.]
The picture showed a plate of Omurice, topped with beef sauce.
It looked perfect in color, aroma, and taste.
Minoru was slightly surprised.
Mahiru had a cold and unsociable personality when dealing with strangers.
Yet she was actively sharing such a mundane daily detail?
Remembering the promise about a home-cooked meal, the corners of Minoru’s lips turned up slightly, and his fingers tapped the screen.
[Minoru: Nice craftsmanship.
About 70% of my level.]
[Minoru: [Image] The matter is handled.
I’m on the high-speed rail back to Tokyo now.]
He casually took a picture of his ticket and sent it.
In an apartment far away in another city.
When Mahiru saw Minoru’s praise, her cheeks flushed a light red, spreading all the way to her earlobes.
It had been a long time since anyone had praised her like that.
But 70% of his level…
was he praising her, or praising himself?
But when Mahiru saw the ticket, her heart started beating faster.
He was coming back.
Would he come over for dinner tomorrow?
Mahiru, who was watching videos of recipes online, nervously pinched the corner of her clothes.
For some reason, she felt like she wasn’t herself anymore.
Tomorrow…
would he come?
Should she ask him now?
Was the ticket implying that he was rushing back now?
Lost in thought, Mahiru buried her head in her hands.
Just sending the photo had already exhausted all her courage.
The sentence, [Are you coming for dinner tomorrow?], was deleted and rewritten repeatedly.
In the end, she only sent the word [Okay].
Mahiru was caught in the dilemma of anticipation and anxiety.
She really didn’t dare to ask further.