The taxi engine roared, but the atmosphere inside the car was somewhat silent.
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro, sitting in the passenger seat, had not spoken a word since getting in.
Using the rearview mirror, his gaze was fixed intently on Satoru in the back seat.
He was trying to find the finger that Satoru might have hidden.
The scrutiny and vigilance in his eyes were so intense they were practically tangible.
Finally, Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro couldn’t hold back anymore.
“What exactly is going on with the aura around you and the things you just said?”
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro’s voice was low and cautious.
He paused.
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…
Tokyo Jujutsu High / Jujutsu High won’t let you get away with it.”
Hearing this, the taxi driver’s forehead broke out in cold sweat.
Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori, sitting next to him, nervously looked at Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro, then at the composed Satoru, 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 Satoru or reveal any information about the finger.
Facing the interrogation of the Jujutsu World genius.
Satoru didn’t even lift an eyelid; he just leaned lazily against the window, watching the scenery outside.
He completely ignored the question about his aura, as if it wasn’t worth mentioning.
“Relax.
If I wanted to harm you, would you still be sitting here safe and sound?”
“I am from the Tokyo Supernatural Phenomena Research Association.”
Satoru’s voice was calm, yet carried a convincing power.
Even the driver relaxed slightly after hearing this, focusing on driving.
Whether this association existed or not made little difference to Satoru.
Satoru had already decided on his persona; even if the association didn’t exist, Satoru had a hundred ways to make it exist.
“Our equipment detected extremely abnormal energy fluctuations at Mount Kumotori, in Western Tokyo.”
“That is an aura filled with malice and death.
If it erupts, the consequences will be unimaginable.”
“If I’m not mistaken, the one who appeared there is precisely the progenitor of demons, Kibutsuji Muzan.”
Satoru turned his head, his serious gaze meeting Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro’s in the rearview mirror.
“According to the association’s records, near the epicenter of the energy fluctuation lives an ordinary family named ‘Kamado’.”
“If we arrive late…
what awaits them will be a family massacre.”
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro’s pupils suddenly contracted!
A family massacre!
These four words instantly elevated the severity of the situation to another dimension!
He still couldn’t fully trust Satoru.
A Supernatural Phenomena Research Association?
He had never heard of such an organization existing in the Jujutsu World.
Taking advantage of the moment Satoru turned his head to look at the scenery, Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro quietly pulled out his phone.
He quickly typed on the screen, briefly reporting the current situation, Satoru’s strange remarks, and their destination.
The recipient of the message—Gojo Satoru / Satoru Gojo!
Almost instantly, the phone buzzed.
[Gojo Satoru / Satoru Gojo: Wow?
An association?
Things are getting interesting (^▽^).
Little Megumi, go check it out first.
Your Teacher will be waiting for your good news in Tokyo~]
Seeing this reply, Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro felt slightly reassured.
With Teacher Gojo in charge, even if the sky fell, they could withstand it.
He put away his phone, deciding to temporarily trust Satoru, 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, Satoru wandered around a souvenir shop like an ordinary tourist.
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro and Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori were confused and could only follow behind him.
“Huh, they don’t sell Samurai Swords or Hanafuda Earrings here.”
Satoru muttered to himself.
“It’s…
unlikely they’d sell things like that here, right?”
Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori found it strange, and while he was there, he bought ‘Kikufuku’ from Kikusuian at the souvenir shop.
This was a famous souvenir brand from Sendai, perfect for eating once they boarded the high-speed rail.
In the original work, Gojo Satoru / Satoru Gojo, who loves sweets, also bought the same souvenir.
“You’re right.”
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Satoru’s mind, and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly.
Who said those two things had to be bought ready-made?
Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori curiously leaned closer: “Mr.
Satoru, what are you going to do with those?”
“Making a toy,” Satoru said, shaking the paper in his hand.
“After all, we have plenty of time.”
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro also frowned, completely unable to understand Satoru’s actions.
The mystery was only revealed once they boarded the Shinkansen heading to Tokyo.
Satoru propped up his phone to display an origami tutorial video, his long fingers working quickly.
He hadn’t expected that Fujimiya Amane’s’Scholar’ title would also provide a bonus when learning origami.
In Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori’s eyes, Satoru, who had crushed a Cursed Spirit’s hand not long ago, was now incredibly dexterous.
The paper fluttered, folded, pressed, and shaped between his fingertips.
A Samurai Sword and two Nichirin Earrings gradually took shape.
“Wow!
That’s amazing!” Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori exclaimed, his eyes shining.
“Mr.
Satoru, you can do this too?
That’s so cool!”
“Do you like it?
I’ll fold one for you too.”
Satoru smiled, his hands never stopping.
“Thank you, Mr.
Satoru!”
Itadori immediately beamed, his voice rising several octaves.
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro watched dumbfounded.
He never imagined that an expert with such a terrifying aura would have such a…
childlike hobby as origami?
This intense contrast.
It made Satoru’s image seem even more unfathomable in Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro’s eyes.
However, what they didn’t know was…
this craft wasn’t so simple.
What Satoru was currently making.
It was officially the symbol of the Demon Slayer Power Ceiling, the creator and user of First Breathing/Sun Breathing, the Strongest Demon Slayer Swordsman—Yoriichi Tsugikuni!
Satoru gently stroked the Nichirin Earrings and the Samurai Sword with his fingertips.
These two small toys might look harmless right now.
But they might cause an unparalleled psychological critical hit to a certain Scum Boss who has lived for a thousand years!