Moreover…
with the augmentation of Satoru’s Cursed Energy, the sharpness of this blade was enough to surpass a normal Samurai Sword.
Just as Satoru was fully focused, his phone screen suddenly lit up.
The message was from Mahiru.
[Mahiru: [Image.jpg]]
[Mahiru: Dinner.]
The picture showed an exquisite plate of Omurice, topped with beef sauce.
It looked perfect in color, aroma, and taste.
Satoru was slightly surprised.
Mahiru had a cold, proud, and unsociable personality when dealing with strangers.
Yet she was actively sharing such a mundane daily detail?
He remembered the promise about home-cooked meals.
The corner of Satoru’s mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, and his fingers tapped the screen.
[Satoru: Nice craftsmanship.
You have seven-tenths of my former splendor.]
[Satoru: [Image.jpg] 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 a luxurious apartment far away in another city.
When Mahiru saw Satoru’s praise, her cheeks instantly 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…
seven-tenths of his splendor…
was he praising her, or praising himself?
But when Mahiru saw the ticket, her heart started beating faster, betraying her composure.
He was coming back…
Would he come over for dinner tomorrow?
Mahiru, who was watching videos of Chinese Cuisine recipes online, nervously pinched the corner of her clothes.
For some reason, she felt like she wasn’t herself anymore.
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…
Her fingertip hovered over the input box—the sentence, [Are you coming for dinner tomorrow?], was deleted and rewritten repeatedly.
In the end, she only sent the word [Okay].
The girl was caught in the dilemma of anticipation and anxiety.
She really didn’t dare to ask further…
Inside the train carriage, Satoru’s subtle smile was fully observed by Itadori and Fushiguro / Megumi.
Itadori elbowed Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro, lowering his voice and winking: “Fushiguro / Megumi, look at Mr.
Satoru’s expression…”
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro looked over expressionlessly.
He immediately met Satoru’s suddenly lifted, highly warning gaze.
The two instantly sat up straight, looking straight ahead, as if they had developed an extreme interest in the scenery outside the window.
Time flew by quickly, carried by the speeding train and Satoru’s gradually forming ‘nichirin blade’.
During this time, Satoru explained some general precautions and the specific division of labor between the two of them.
Nearly two hours later, the train arrived in Tokyo.
As soon as Satoru stepped off the platform, he glanced at his system panel.
[Current Interception Node Countdown: 2 hours 14 minutes 58 seconds]
There was still plenty of time!
“Let’s go!”
After arriving, Satoru and his companions wasted no time and immediately got into a pre-booked taxi.
“Driver, Mount Kumotori, as fast as you can!
Lives are at stake!”
This time, Satoru’s voice carried a faint, chilling trace of killing intent.
“Don’t worry, Uncle.”
Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro quickly leaned forward, using his student ID and some soothing words to barely calm the driver down, who then slammed the accelerator to the floor.
The taxi sped wildly through the night.
Along the way, Satoru thoroughly explained the existence of Demons to Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro and Itadori Yuji / Yuji Itadori.
Of course, he did this on his phone, avoiding the driver.
Otherwise, he might scare the man unnecessarily.
He also used Cursed Energy to reinforce the paper ‘nichirin blade’ he gave Itadori, adding a minor spell that could be used for self-preservation.
If Itadori felt he truly couldn’t win the fight.
This spell would instantly unleash powerful Cursed Energy, enough to save Itadori’s life, at least.
An hour and a half flew by.
[Current Interception Node Countdown: 28 minutes 17 seconds]
The current time was.
1:24 AM.
The 60-second usage time limit for Sukuna’s Finger had fully recovered.
“We’re still in time.”
Satoru’s eyes narrowed.
Just then.
As the taxi entered the mountainous area of Mount Kumotori, a bone-chilling coldness instantly pierced the entire carriage, seemingly ignoring the barrier of the windows!
The temperature plummeted!
“This aura…” Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro’s expression drastically changed, and the Cursed Energy throughout his body instantly surged.
“It’s so ominous…
so viscous…”
Satoru’s gaze, however, turned instantly cold and piercing.
He perceived it much clearer than Fushiguro Megumi / Megumi Fushiguro.
This aura was mixed with the purest malice, tyranny, and death.
It was the scent of a “Demon”!
Satoru slowly uttered a few words:
“Kibutsuji Muzan…”
“He has already arrived!”