Well, it did matter after all.
A few minutes later, Ayato ultimately chose to go rendezvous with Fushiguro Megumi after all.
Ayato had originally been faithfully playing the role of a chikan tailing the beautiful-girl idol, but there was no helping it—the moment he stepped out of the station along with the flow of the crowd, he caught sight of that black Jujutsu High uniform of the other party and that eye-catching spiky hedgehog-head.
Fushiguro Megumi.
A first-year student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, a Grade 2 Sorcerer, heir to the Zenin Clan’s Ten Shadows Technique, a genius youth raised under the protection of Gojo Satoru.
——Of course, that’s the impression most people have of him.
And in Uchiha Ayato’s eyes, what was he like?
The textbook aloof good-for-nothing, the man least able to bear pressure in all of history, the weightlifting champion of the jujutsu world.
Elephant VS House—you all know it, right?
Heaviest in History VS Heaviest Now—the one teaching you to lift weights is…
Come, let’s lift with all our might!
Just this once, okay~ Max Elephant!
Pact the Elephant once more!
…Anyway, back to the main subject.
Since Fushiguro Megumi had shown up here, he must have received Gojo Satoru’s notice and been waiting for Ayato.
Although Uncle Ayato does as he pleases, in the end he simply can’t bring himself to deliberately throw someone’s goodwill back in their face, so naturally he couldn’t very well leave Fushiguro Megumi stranded here and go off shadowing the beautiful-girl idol by himself.
Gomen nasai, sumimi—let’s meet again in Tokyo.
And of course, there was one more important reason driving Ayato to stay—— [Social Mission: Obtain the friendship of Uchiha Sasuke · ‘Tournament Exclusive.’ Reward: Kusanagi Sword] Even an Indiscriminate Sasuke has turned up—take a look for yourself, isn’t this just sinister?
Credit where it’s due, isn’t the Indiscriminate Sasuke actually pretty handy?
Isn’t this a bit of an insult to the Indiscriminate Sasuke?
Don’t tell me this System makes its judgments based on grade?
Heh heh, a low-level ninja just as expected—the reward it hands out is nothing more than a handy blade.
Let’s take another look at the stats—— [Uchiha Sasuke · ‘Tournament Exclusive’ Chakra: 30k/30k Level: Chunin Second Stage] Stats this low—don’t make your Uncle Ayato laugh, would you?
Summon Mahoraga!
Honestly, even before laying eyes on Fushiguro Megumi, Ayato had already been looking forward to seeing just who this crummy System would judge Fushiguro Megumi to be.
If the ordinary human Togawa Sakiko had been judged to be ‘Uchiha Sasuke,’ then what would Fushiguro Megumi—who likewise carried a faint sliver of ‘Sasuke’s’ shadow—be judged as?
Who’d have thought the System would pull a stunt like this on him.
Huo huo huo, so it’s a Rubik’s Cube System, is it?
In that case, Uncle Ayato can forgive you for all your unhinged behavior and combat-power assessments up till now.
Uchiha Ayato downed his oolong tea in one gulp, tossed it into the trash can, then sauntered leisurely over toward Fushiguro Megumi.
“You’re Fushiguro-kun, right?” Ayato halted three paces away from Fushiguro Megumi and gave a slight nod toward him: “I’m Uchiha Ayato.
Pleased to work with you.” Fushiguro Megumi’s narrow, slender eyes lingered on Ayato for a brief moment, then swiftly withdrew their gaze: “Uchiha Ayato?” His voice was cold yet magnetic, carrying a restraint that kept others at arm’s length: “Gojo-sensei mentioned you—a…
very unconventional collaborator.” “Your rank is semi–Grade 1.
I hope that over the course of this mission, you’ll demonstrate professionalism to match it.” “Professionalism?
Relax, relax—I do have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Ayato gave a light chuckle, paying no mind whatsoever to the other’s barbed words, and casually fished out of his backpack the edamame fresh-cream Kikufuku he’d bought at the station earlier, stuffing it into Fushiguro Megumi’s hand: “Want some?
It’s the signature product of Sendai’s Kikusuian; the flavor doesn’t quite match what’s sold fresh in the specialty shops, but it should still taste pretty good.” “Before chasing after efficiency, shouldn’t you first soak up a bit of Sendai’s warmth?” Fushiguro Megumi looked at the soft, squishy dessert in his hand, his brow knitting tight: “No.
I don’t like sweets—the mission takes priority.” He turned and led the way, and before long the two of them had climbed into a taxi.
Fushiguro Megumi took a few printed, dim photographs out of his bag, laid them flat across his knees, and began the mission briefing: “The location is Sugisawa Third High School in Sendai City.” Fushiguro Megumi’s fingertip tapped on one of the photos, a close-up of the school’s louvered weather box: “The target is a Special Grade Cursed Object stored there—’the finger of Ryomen Sukuna.'” “It’s a remnant left behind by the King of Curses from a thousand years ago.
Even existing as nothing but a fragment, the malice it radiates is enough to draw in every low-grade Cursed Spirit in the vicinity.” Ayato turned his head, his gaze sweeping across the photo.
The thing was wrapped in layer upon layer of seals, its inner shape impossible to make out, yet even so it gave off a nauseating, sickening aura.
“Sukuna, huh…
just the sound of it is plenty terrifying.” Ayato leaned back against the seat, cocking his head to look out at the streets receding past the window: “So our job is to be like sanitation workers, picking up this carelessly tossed piece of ‘garbage’ and hauling it back?” “If you want to call a curse capable of triggering a wide-scale disaster ‘garbage,’ then sure.” Fushiguro Megumi put the photos away and folded his arms across his chest: “A place like a school easily accumulates curses from the students’ negative emotions.” “If the Cursed Object’s seal comes loose, the Cursed Spirits drawn to it will turn the school into a hunting ground.” “We have to recover the thing before they blow the situation out of proportion.” He paused, casting a scrutinizing gaze toward Ayato: “Once we arrive at the scene shortly, all actions are to follow my command.” “Even though you’re semi–Grade 1, until I’ve seen your actual combat ability, I can’t let you act freely.” “If you show even the slightest inclination to interfere with the mission, I’ll report it truthfully to Gojo-sensei afterward.” “Did you hear me?” “Hai, hai~” Ayato remained as lackadaisical as ever: “Follow your command, huh?
No problem—after all, I’m the most obedient kind of ‘junior’ there is.” “But once the mission’s over, Sendai’s beef tongue and sasa dango…
those can be expensed, right?” “…” Fushiguro Megumi fell silent for a few seconds, then turned his head toward the window on the other side: “If you can hurry up and shut your mouth, then as for the reimbursement, I’ll consider putting in an application to Gojo-sensei.” “Nothing could be better than that~” Uchiha Ayato nodded in utter satisfaction.
Interfere with the mission?
As if he ever would.
He intended to be a bystander and let everything unfold as it naturally would.
And then…
have a little run-in with the just-awakened Ryomen Sukuna.
Ryomen Sukuna, don’t go making me expect too much, all right?
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