The taxi came to a steady stop before the main gate of Sugisawa Third High School.
Fushiguro Megumi paid the fare and stepped out of the car, carrying that bag of Kikufuku Ayato had forcibly shoved on him, his spiky hair not stirring in the slightest in the wind.
He lifted his head toward this utterly unremarkable-looking campus, his brow knitting tighter and tighter: “Hey, Uchiha—you can feel it too, right?
The air here.” Ayato got out from the other side, leisurely stretching, his joints letting off a string of faint pops.
He narrowed his eyes and swiftly swept his gaze over the main structures of the campus: “Ah, I smell it—it’s giving off a malice that makes your scalp tingle.” “Looks like the seal on the cursed object has been damaged beyond all recognition.” The sky above the classroom building was clear and bright in the eyes of ordinary people, but in a sorcerer’s field of vision, sticky, deep-purple cursed energy was slowly coiling there, like a giant spiderweb.
The two of them avoided the crowds, cut across the school path, and headed straight for the rugby field where the cursed object was stored.
In a corner of the rugby field stood a small louvered weather box, its lacquered paint peeling away.
Normally, the purpose of such a thing is to measure meteorological data; no one would ever imagine that inside it sat a cursed object used for “exorcism.” Fushiguro Megumi strode up quickly, and the moment he noticed there was no lock on the latch outside the box, an ominous premonition surged up in his heart.
The next moment, he yanked the weather box open—— Utterly empty.
“Tch!” Fushiguro Megumi stared hard at the empty bottom of the box, his face darker than the underside of a pot: “The cursed object is gone!” “Oh, just our luck—the very thing we were afraid of.” Ayato stepped forward and made a show of examining the traces at the scene: “Judging from the scene, rather than say it was stolen, I’d sooner think someone swiped it off as some kind of rare antique.” As Fushiguro Megumi listened to Ayato’s analysis, he swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed that number that gave him such a headache—— “Moshi moshi~ It’s me, you know.” From the other end of the line came Gojo Satoru’s punchable voice, with a faint, noisy hubbub in the background.
“Gojo-sensei, it’s me.” Suppressing his temper, Fushiguro Megumi reported in a low voice: “The mission’s a failure.
The thing inside the weather box on the Sugisawa Third High rugby field is no longer here.” “The cursed energy readings are extremely chaotic—it looks like someone made contact with it recently.” “Oh?
So it’s gone~” Gojo Satoru drew out his tone; even through the screen you could picture that grinning look on his face: “Then things just got interesting all of a sudden!
Maybe Sukuna’s finger wanted to go out for a little stroll too?” “That kind of lame joke isn’t funny at all!
What do we do next?” “What else is there to do?
Get it back, obviously!” Gojo Satoru’s voice suddenly rose, carrying an air of matter-of-fact shamelessness: “If you come back empty-handed, that’d really put me in a bind, you know.” “This is a mission that absolutely must be completed.
If you can’t pull it off, you’re not allowed back in Tokyo—the two of you can just stay put in Sendai forever!” “Good luck~ I’m counting on you!” Beep, beep, beep…
The call had been hung up on him, just like that.
Fushiguro Megumi stared at the phone screen, his clenched palm trembling faintly, the veins at his temple twitching wildly.
“That guy…” “Maa maa, don’t be so angry.” Ayato patted Fushiguro Megumi on the shoulder, casually fishing a Kikufuku out of his pocket, unwrapping one and popping it into his mouth: “That’s just how the strongest sorcerer handles things.
Still, hunting down one little finger over an area this big is no small workload.” Chewing on the Kikufuku, he looked around at his surroundings: “Fushiguro, the cursed energy readings inside the school are getting stronger and stronger~” “Once Sukuna’s finger leaves its seal, it draws in curses within a radius of several kilometers like a black hole.
If we don’t find it soon, this place will become a breeding ground for Cursed Spirits.” “I know that much without you telling me.” Fushiguro Megumi forced himself to calm down and formed a hand sign, the shadow beneath his feet beginning to squirm restlessly: “Uchiha, stop eating the Kikufuku already.” “Let’s start the search right now!
Do you have any leads?” “You’re asking me?” Uchiha Ayato tilted his head, crumpled the wrapper into a ball, and flicked it precisely into a trash can in the distance: “Let’s split up.
I’ll go search indoors, and you, Fushiguro, head over to the track-and-field grounds.” “On the way over just now, quite a crowd had gathered there—seems like something interesting was going on.” At the same time, the hand Ayato had tucked into his pocket was rapidly thumbing out a blind-typed message to send to Gojo Satoru—— [Sort me out a slot for the CD autograph lottery at sumimi’s Sendai promo gig tomorrow.
If I don’t finish the mission tonight, consider the deal blown.] …….
Ten minutes later.
“That guy’s really something…” Fushiguro Megumi stood at the edge of the track-and-field grounds, watching the pink-haired boy not far off who, with an easygoing look on his face, was chatting away with his upperclassmen.
Just a moment ago, the boy had casually hurled a heavy shot put nearly thirty meters; the teacher who’d been competing against him was still standing frozen on the spot, struck dumb by this shocking fact.
Reaching this level on physical strength alone, with no cursed energy at all?
He seems to be cut from the same cloth as Senior Zenin.
Having searched once over the track grounds, where the cursed energy readings were fairly intense, and come up with nothing, Fushiguro Megumi shook his head and prepared to leave the field to rendezvous with Uchiha Ayato.
At that moment, the hands of the main building’s clock had just passed the half-hour mark, and the pink-haired boy, seemingly with something urgent on his mind, immediately shouldered his bag and bid farewell to his classmates and teachers.
The next second, he brushed past Fushiguro Megumi shoulder to shoulder.
In that instant, a sticky, stale aura of cursed energy—as if welling up from the depths of hell, laden with intense malice—swept across Fushiguro Megumi’s senses.
The scent of the cursed object!
And such a terrifying one at that…
Sukuna’s finger—it absolutely had to be!
“Hey!
You, in the hoodie!
Hold on a second!” Fushiguro Megumi spun around abruptly, reaching out to try to grab the pink-haired boy.
But unfortunately, the boy—shouting something like “Gramps, I’m coming!”—was wind-footed, his whole body like a cannonball blasted from the barrel, and in the blink of an eye he vanished from Fushiguro Megumi’s sight.
Fushiguro Megumi’s outstretched hand hung awkwardly in midair, his fingertips clutching only the lingering gust the guy had kicked up.
The remarks of passing students drifted to his ears—— “I hear that guy can run fifty meters in three seconds~” “Is he a human or a car?
Truly the ‘Tiger of Xizhong’!” Fushiguro Megumi: ???
Listening to the two of them talk, Fushiguro Megumi felt the whole tone of his world teetering on the verge of collapse.
“Tch…
what kind of speed is that even supposed to be?” Gritting his teeth, Fushiguro Megumi pulled out his phone, his gaze fixed hard on the direction Itadori had run off in: “Uchiha, quit loafing around in the building!” “I just ran into someone—the density of the cursed energy lingering on him is downright preposterous.
The thing has to be on him!” “The target’s bolted off campus—come rendezvous with me right now!” ———— ____ 👻🔥Read More: Walnut-chan🔥👻 🔥 New history: Uchiha Reborn in Jujutsu Kaisen: The System Thinks I’m in Konoha, but I’m Not Help us hit our community goals: