Hōtarō Araki was an ordinary waiter who had three younger sisters.
He had to rely on part-time jobs every day to support the four of them.
This was the second shop he had chosen, a restaurant that looked quite busy, and the salary and benefits were also quite good.
The previous shop where he had worked part-time had a major accident.
It seemed that a major fire had broken out due to improper operation, causing all the staff inside to be burned to ashes, leaving no bodies behind.
Before this accident occurred, Hōtarō Araki had already sensed the coming danger in advance and decisively chose to flee, not caring even if his boss wanted to deduct his wages.
Sure enough, this intuition saved his life, and ever since then, he had absolute faith in his intuition for predicting danger.
At this very moment, as he was wiping plates, he felt covered in sweat and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
His legs couldn’t stop trembling, as if urging him to run away quickly.
‘It’s this feeling again.
It’s this feeling of impending disaster again.
I’m truly unlucky.
This kind of thing happens no matter which job I go to.’ He still had three younger sisters at home who needed to go to school, how could he die in a place like this?
He didn’t even have time to take off the apron he wore while washing dishes, and he rushed out of the door in a flurry.
Seeing Hōtarō Araki run out in such a panic, the restaurant manager immediately chased after him, pointing at his back and shouting, “Hōtarō!
Where are you running off to!
The dishes aren’t even finished!
I’m going to deduct your wages for this!” At the end of the street, Hōtarō Araki’s shout drifted over, along with his figure that had already turned into a small black dot.
“F*** you!” Veins bulged slightly on the manager’s forehead, his face full of anger.
However, amidst his anger, he also felt a bit confused.
Why did this usually honest and simple young man suddenly change his personality?
Meanwhile, on the street.
Jogo turned his head somewhat puzzled, staring at the not-so-large restaurant beside him, and found that everyone was dining quietly, which made him feel even more confused.
“Strange, just now I clearly felt three gazes staring at me.
Someone definitely sensed my presence, so why is it gone now?” Inside the restaurant, the trio of Yuji were crouching under a table, covered in sweat, their bodies unable to stop trembling slightly.
Yuji spoke first, feeling that even breathing had become somewhat difficulty, “That guy…
his aura is terrifyingly strong…
definitely not someone the three of us can fight.” “Should I summon Sukuna?
He seemed to have noticed our gazes just now.
We won’t be attacked, right?” Megumi took a deep breath, his expression gradually becoming calm, though his hands remained in a position ready to summon at any moment.
“Itadori, never summon Sukuna unless your life is in danger.
He is not a kind soul, and he will definitely demand a price every time he comes out.” “If that Special Grade Cursed Spirit really wanted to attack us, we would probably be dead already.” “And the fact that we can still talk here means that either that Special Grade Cursed Spirit doesn’t want to kill us, or it hasn’t found our trail yet and only sensed our gazes.” Nobara pulled a handful of nails but didn’t dare to infuse her Cursed Energy into them, her right hand tightly gripping the hammer.
“Itadori, hurry and withdraw the Cursed Energy on your fist.
Special Grade Cursed Spirits are very sensitive to the aura of Cursed Energy, he might very well discover us.” Hearing Nobara say this, Yuji hurriedly withdrew his Cursed Energy.
The three of them didn’t even dare to breathe loudly, hiding under the table, only hoping that the Special Grade Cursed Spirit, which looked extremely similar to a human, wouldn’t discover them.
Although this way of responding was extremely cowardly, it was the best method the trio could manage.
After all, they were too weak.
That Special Grade Cursed Spirit outside looked dozens of times stronger than the one at the Juvenile Detention Center.
It was definitely not something they could contend with.
Suddenly, Yuji realized that the gazes of Nobara and Megumi looking at him were filled with terror.
Megumi even opened his mouth, wanting to give a warning, his throat moving, but he couldn’t make a sound.
His two pupils had already shrunk to pinpoints, and his body trembled slightly.
As if thinking of a common trope in horror movies, Yuji’s expression froze.
No way.
Could it be just like those common tropes in horror movies?
That as soon as I turn my head, there’s a ghost face behind me.
Just at this moment, a hand climbed onto Yuji’s shoulder, and a voice sounded in his ear.
“Yo, what are you all hiding here for?
Playing hide-and-seek?
Or are you hiding from someone?” Yuji blinked and subconsciously replied, “Of course not hide-and-seek, we’re hiding here because…” His voice came to an abrupt halt.
As if realizing something, he suddenly swung a punch towards the back, Cursed Energy igniting on his fist.
Divergent Fist!
He had used all his strength in this punch, but it was easily blocked.
An invisible wave of energy erupted from the center of their clash, overturning the surrounding tables and chairs.
Jogo felt the two waves of impact coming from his palm, his face full of curiosity.
“So this is the Divergent Fist that claims to have a double impact?
It’s about the same as tickling, it’s nothing more than scratching twice.” As he spoke, he grabbed the fingers of Yuji’s right hand and squeezed them into a fist, and a clear sound of bones cracking rang out.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Yuji let out a painful wail.
The bones of his entire right hand were crushed on the spot, and his arm hung down.
The very next moment, the system appeared, triggering an option selection.