Chapter 17 New Hairstyle, New Look Suzuki Kawa has been...

Suzuki Kawa has been unlucky since he was a child.

He's not exaggerating.

When I was in elementary school, I helped an old lady cross the street in Yokohama but was falsely accused of riding her across the street. When I went out to buy a drink, I got a bottle of Coke with a bullet stuck in it. When I went for a walk by the river, I would always see unknown suicidal people.

After going to school in Tokyo, he felt that his luck seemed to have improved, at least his life was relatively peaceful.

From the chaos in Yokohama to taming the school's bad boys in junior high school, fighting made him happy.

Then he entered the world of spells and became a spellcaster.

Although the technique is very strange, he still feels that his technique is very powerful these days. Uncertain skills are the most powerful, aren't they!

And he also got a new title.

Jianghu people call him "Supreme Capture of the Emperor of History"——

Suzuki Kawa was very proud of this. He was indeed a good person. It was rare to see such smelly hands.

But now, Suzuki Kawa was running wildly on the street, with a human-shaped cursed spirit chasing after him, and he was in tears.

He doesn't want to capture the real history!!

During peak traffic hours, the real person doesn't care about humans, but as a member of the Jujutsu High School, Suzuki Kawa still has to consider the risks of taking action in a crowd.

The pedestrians on the road looked at the hooded boy running wildly with curiosity, thought for a moment and smiled knowingly, he must be late, he was running in such a hurry.

Suzuki Kawagoe felt that he had to go to exorcise evil spirits. He must have provoked some unlucky creature, as he seemed to be unusually unlucky these past few days.

After finally running to a remote place, Suzuki Kawa really couldn't run anymore. He slowed down and held onto a telephone pole to catch his breath.

Behind him, across the street, the real person smiled and took a step forward to catch up.

Suzuki Kawa took a deep breath, stood up, and turned to look at the real person behind him.

Under the hood, strands of golden hair of varying shades were reflected in the sunlight. His slightly pale face was bloodless, with only a pair of purple eyes that were slightly red.

"You are a sorcerer." The real person stopped in front of him and spoke with a firm tone.

The young sorcerer turned around and raised his eyes. The real person raised his eyebrows and looked at him. One of his purple eyes suddenly changed color.

Suzuki Chuan let out a long sigh and said, "I know you."

"A real person."

As the words fell, an even more interested expression appeared on the real person's face. Logically, his information had not yet been obtained by the sorcerer, so this person actually knew his name?

Could it be a technique related to precognition?

Before he could have a good chat with the young man, the other party suddenly launched an attack.

Humans are really hard to talk to, the real person sighed, dodged the flying green slash, and a crack appeared on the ground instantly.

He took a look and found that the power of this slash was quite strong.

When he withdrew his gaze, he was stunned to find that the surrounding scenery seemed to be covered with a layer of green phantom - what was this?

Suzuki Kawa lowered his raised hand, the blue in his left eye was so rich that it almost turned into ink. He pursed his lips and looked at the environment that unfolded around him.

The cyan light and shadow condensed into a small ball, and the humanoid curse stood there blankly. Inside the ball of light and shadow, the real person curiously met Suzuki Kawa's lowered eyes.

Suzuki Kawa took out his cell phone and quickly hailed a taxi.

As long as the money was in place, the car would arrive immediately. Five minutes later, Suzuki Kawa got in the taxi.

He didn't dare take the spiritual illusion that was compressed into a ball with him, and threw it next to the standing curse spirit.

Suzuki Kawa decided to go back home - he lived next door to Megumi Fushiguro when he was in junior high school.

It’s simple, just far enough.

Suzuki Kawa, who was frantically sending messages to Gojo Sensei with his head down, received the scan message from the system belatedly for who knows how many times.

[Humanoid Curse Spirit, birth date unknown, current level: Level 1 Curse Spirit. I believe the client can kill him in his infancy~]

Suzuki Kawa paused typing and became angry.

Why didn’t you tell me earlier? What Nokia system? If I had known, I would have fought a real person head-on!

This Nokia system really can’t be relied upon!

Ten minutes later, the psychic illusion was unlocked, and the real person's soul returned to the body of the cursed spirit. He lowered his head in surprise and looked at his palm.

Put your five fingers together and move your body according to your thoughts.

It turns out that the soul can really exist independently, and the feeling of being separated is so wonderful.

The relationship between the sorcerer's technique and his transformation through inaction is unusual. The real person thought that he should go back and ask the sorcerer who he is.

Judging from his clothes, he seems to be from Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

The Sukuna container that Geto mentioned is also in the Jujutsu High School.

The sun was overhead, and the real person continued to stroll slowly on the street. The sound of the weather forecast came from a small shop on the roadside.

"It is expected that in the next month, the weather may be heavy rain or light rain, so remember to bring an umbrella when going out."

There is no sign of dark clouds in the clear sky, but bad weather always comes when the sky is cloudless. If you don't pay attention to the weather forecast, you can easily be caught off guard.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Suzuki Kawa walked down the street with his brand new hairstyle. His originally semi-long hair had become a buzz cut.

The mixed-race face suddenly looked ferocious, and with the various nail decorations on his face, he looked like a bad boy.

Suzuki Kawa has become accustomed to the gazes of passers-by. After all, it is normal for someone like him to be stared at by everyone.

Hi, it’s human nature to be envious, just be humble.

He was holding up his cell phone and talking to Gojo Satoru. He told Gojo Satoru about his encounter with the real person in the morning, but the other party seemed to have no time to check his phone and only called him now.

"Human-shaped curse? Then it must be at least special grade." Gojo Satoru's voice was a little distorted.

Suzuki Kawa: "That's right! Gojo-sensei, you must find time to catch him and exorcise him. He actually chased me for six blocks!"

"Hahahaha, just think of it as exercise, Xiaochuan."

"It's too much. I have to cover my hat from time to time to prevent it from being blown away by the wind." Speaking of this, Suzuki Kawa was heartbroken. A cool breeze blew across his scalp, as if mourning his lost hair.

Gojo Satoru's voice was tinged with laughter. "Catch him? Wait until he shows up next time. The teacher is very busy."

After a pause, the other party continued, "It's okay to leave it alone for a while. It's not like it can't be killed. I, your teacher, am the strongest sorcerer. Don't worry."

After receiving a reassurance, Suzuki Kawa was immediately filled with fighting spirit. He looked ahead, identified the direction, then turned left and walked into another road. Not far ahead was his and Huihui's home.

Gojo Satoru was asking him how he escaped, and Suzuki Kawa told him the truth, adding, "But I just tried it on a level three cursed spirit, and the summoning illusion had no effect."

"Hmm, that means the humanoid cursed spirit is different. It might be related to the ritual. Does Ogawa know anything?"

Gojo Satoru retracted his hand that was releasing the spell, and looked at the special-grade cursed spirit that was crushed to ashes with a faint gaze. As he listened to Suzuki Kawa's words over there, his brows furrowed slightly.

After the "tent" was removed, he walked to the auxiliary supervisor's car, opened the back door and got in.

The six eyes raised and looked forward, Gojo Satoru seemed to be thinking about something. The techniques related to the soul were closely related to the restraint of the soul by the psychic eyes.

Is it restraint, or will it amplify?

Without seeing the cursed spirit, Rokugan couldn't infer too much information. Gojo Satoru gave him a few instructions and then hung up the phone.

Suzuki Kawa stood in front of his house, searched his pockets, and was sad to find that he didn't bring his house key.

However, he looked next door to his house. Sister Tsumiki should be at home, right?

After the clever Suzuki Kawaichi forgot to bring his house key countless times, the unbearable Megumi Fushiguro asked for a key from him and kept it in her own home.

Every time Suzuki Kawa forgets to bring his keys, he will ask to jump from the window of Fushiguro Megumi's room to the window of his own room, but as soon as he enters his best friend's room, Suzuki Kawa will invite Fushiguro Megumi to a game.

Then the two of them played games until dark.

Alas, the past is too painful to recall. Suzuki Chuan sighed, walked to the door of the neighbor's house and rang the doorbell, but no one came out.

He was puzzled and looked up to confirm that it was the Fushiguro family. Then he lowered his head and stared hard at the crack in the door of the Fushiguro family. In his narrow field of vision, the Fushiguro family was the same as usual.

Isn't sister Tsumiki at home?

Suzuki Kawa sent a message to Fushiguro Megumi, and this time Fushiguro Megumi replied quickly for the first time.

Doesn't she have to go to school? What are you thinking?

Suzuki Kawa fell silent, took a few steps back, and felt heartbroken.

Damn it! Have you skipped classes so often that you've lost all sense of attendance? Suzuki Chuan, you're such a misfortune to your family.

After replying to his best friend with a guilty conscience, Suzuki Kawa began to think about how to allocate this hard-earned day off.

Wandering around? No, that won’t work. If he meets the real person again, he will be furious, right?

Go visit his former subordinates? No, he's now a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, and those subordinates have been eliminated.

Go find my sister? No, that would be like asking me to be your servant.

Just as he was struggling, he lowered his eyes and froze.

There was a small black footprint in the corner of the wall.

The young man with a crew cut squatted on the ground, staring intently at the small black footprint, his face changed slightly - is this the mark of a vengeful spirit?

He suddenly looked up at Fushiguro Megumi's house, and his left eye changed, but in his psychic eyes, there was nothing strange about this house.

Feeling a little uneasy, Suzuki Kawa stood up, his eyes still fixed on the footprint. Although it was called a footprint, it seemed a little distorted...it didn't look like a human's.

It exudes the aura of a vengeful spirit. Was it picked up accidentally?

Supernatural stories are not necessarily all groundless. Whether it is the ghosts and evil spirits he has seen, or the imaginary vengeful spirits believed in the world of sorcery, they all show that supernatural events often mean that they are closely related to human beings.

Damn, I almost forgot what world this is! They're dealing with the urban horror story itself.

Suzuki Kawa called Fushiguro Megumi, and it rang for a while before the call was connected.

"What's wrong?"

"Mei, what happened to Tsu Miki-sister?"

“…Nothing serious.”

"Go ahead!" Suzuki Chuan raised his voice, "I'm right at your doorstep. Guess what I found?"

Sitting in the car on the way to the mission location, Fushiguro Megumi clutched her phone tightly, ignoring the curious glances of the two people around her. After a long silence, she finally spoke: "What did you find?"

The weather was a bit gloomy, dark clouds floated over, the shadows gradually disappeared, and a cool breeze blew into the car. Xiaobai, who was squatting on Fushiguro Megumi's knees, tilted his head back, and the wrinkles on his face were very funny.

Hearing Suzuki Kawa's angry voice, Fushiguro Megumi's face turned pale and she whispered, "Yes, she has been unconscious... for some time."

The car stopped and turned off. Ijichi turned around and interrupted Fushiguro Megumi's thoughts: "Um, we're at the juvenile detention center."