Tokyo Singularity (19) Ritsuka, we've come to pick you up...
It's actually quite simple. Xia Youjie, a class Avenger, comes from the future. Just the fact that he killed an entire village and talked about it with a smile shows that the hatred he harbors is definitely not limited to just humans.
It must have been something that had a serious impact on the people around him or on him personally.
"Is it hard to explain? How about I change the subject?" Fujimaru Ritsuka tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and tilted her head slightly.
"Since you've been bound by them and must work for them, unable to go against their wishes, why don't they notice if you tell me all this now?"
"No, I've used a spell to conceal it. It won't last long, but it'll be enough to last until our conversation ends. They didn't notice it for the past few days," Kamo answered confidently, almost instinctively.
"Pfft, hahahahahahaha."
A burst of hearty laughter suddenly rang out, and Kamo looked up warily. A magnified, handsome face suddenly appeared in front of him. "Sorry, sorry, I interrupted your conversation. I thought Ritsuka was slow enough."
"I didn't expect you to be even dumber than her."
Fujimaru Ritsuka: "..." Thank you, but she didn't feel relieved.
"You?!" Kamoton stood rooted to the spot, Oberon's words echoing in his mind. Although he didn't want to admit it, he did consider an impossible possibility.
What if his spells never fooled that stranger?
Ha, no way! Hahahaha, he's been using magic since the Heian period, how could someone under forty see through his tricks?
Absolutely impossible.
Oberon shrugged, his fluffy white cloak swaying with his movements. Despite his fairytale-like appearance and color, Kamo couldn't help but shiver when Oberon's gaze fell upon him.
“Your whereabouts have always been under his control,” Kamo heard Oberon say jokingly. “He should even thank you for appearing in front of Ritsuka so conveniently and giving her a bunch of useful information.”
Kamo closed his lips tightly, his teeth touching. He moved his jaw, a dull grating sound echoing in his mouth.
"It seems you still don't believe me. Let me think, what else can I say... Oh right, do you know where he cast the spell?"
The lighthearted voice gradually shattered Kamo's psychological defenses. He held his breath, listening to the boy's words, which sounded like a judgment: "It's the stitches on your forehead."
Clang.
It wasn't that Kamo was angry and ready to take action.
Instead, Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her arm and delivered a swift and decisive Guard strike, knocking down Kamo, or rather, Kamo, who was about to make a move.
Oberon was dumbfounded.
Is this the true value of 500% dizziness?
I thought she would hesitate at least a little before taking that bait full of lies.
"Hey, don't just stand there. You know better than I do that he hasn't told the truth much."
Although many people think that Fujimaru Ritsuka is too easily trusting of strangers, she is always very decisive when facing people she deems enemies.
Just like this time.
“We don’t have much time. Nanami should have already notified Gojo and the others. It won’t be easy to get into this kind of political center again next time.” Fujimaru Ritsuka waved to him, stepped over the body blocking her way in the middle of the house, and called out:
"Or are you the mastermind behind this, the boss who's about to transform?"
Oberon: "..."
"Oh, Master, I'm so sorry, I'm really innocent this time." He just happened to run into a colleague who came to deliver information for free, so he happily accepted it.
Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her mouth, but perhaps because they were on enemy territory, she swallowed her words and remained silent.
“Let’s go. Is there any way to find his office?” Ritsuka opened the door, and the damp smell that had been hidden in the shadows for a long time wafted out. “Since the mastermind wanted me to come to the director’s office, and not just to meet this person, there must be something I need to know in his private space.”
As expected of a savior who is extremely adept at understanding people's hearts, his thoughts are absolutely correct.
Inside the office, Oberon opened the drawer of the young man with the stitches he had finally found. A stack of neatly organized materials silently testified to the audacity of the person behind the scenes.
From Jack the Ripper's daytime assassination attempt, to publicizing Ritsuka's abilities and giving the desperate Kamo a final straw, to luring Ritsuka to the office... tsk, it's all so interconnected.
“Wow, apart from the Zenin family head who did this to get your attention.” He handed over the documents, “the others who were killed by Jack the Ripper all had some kind of business connection with the stitching thread.”
Each document bears the marks of meticulous design; the content is overly crucial and complete, with every time, place, and person included. It's as if they're afraid it won't be obvious that this was intentional.
"The Millennium Plan of the Suture Thread Called Lu Suo, the address of the Panxing Cult, Xia Youjie's information... quite a harvest indeed. Even if we gave this little bit to those students who only love physics and persuasion, it would probably be enough to bring down the General Administration."
"...As expected, there was information on Xia You; his mission—"
A deafening roar!
Oberon put his arm around Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder and handed her all the documents.
"We've been exposed?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in shock.
“We shouldn’t. But there’s no time to see it now, let’s go,” Oberon replied.
Just as they reached the door of the original room, the stitched man who had been stunned and knocked to the ground by a rune slowly woke up, his blurry vision filled with wariness and fear as he looked at the uninvited guest.
He, Lu Suo, is a man who has lived from the Heian period to the present day. In this era, he has already suffered two irresistible attacks.
The first time, a man dressed in a hunting robe manipulated his behavior using Onmyōdō, a technique that only existed in the Heian period, forcing him to reveal all his plans and leaving the documents in his office.
The second time, it was this ordinary orange-haired girl in front of him, whose magical power was not even half that of his current body, who knocked him unconscious after uttering strange words.
The girl at the door withdrew her hand from the doorway, her dazzling orange-red hair shimmering in the candlelight. She turned around, her golden eyes slowly moving to him.
Oberon glanced at the ceiling of the director's office, causing a barely perceptible ripple in the air.
"Ritsuka, ignore him, let's leave directly."
Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru, who had caused such a commotion, swaggered into the director's office as if he were about to cause a scene. Facing the sorcerers surrounding him, he slightly raised the corner of his sunglasses, revealing his azure eyes.
"Where are those old men who kidnapped my friend? Stop hiding like cowards!"
The surrounding sorcerers were splattered with ash. They all lowered their heads in silence; no one stopped Gojo Satoru from vandalizing the headquarters, but no one told him the location of the higher-ups either.
They are all powerful figures you can't afford to offend.
Xia Youjie lagged behind him by a step, raised his hand to retrieve the cursed spirit that had knocked the guard unconscious, and said very politely, "Please everyone, show some reaction, don't just stand there like a wooden stake that can only be beaten."
Before he finished speaking, several cursed spirits parted the gaps in the air, revealing a section of their bodies in the void. Xia You smiled and said, "Wu and I have a bit of a short patience."
The faint sounds of conversation drifted over. The unaware sorcerer kept his head down, while those who knew some of the inside story exchanged glances. The sorcerer who had seen Ritsuka was already wondering how many seconds he could hold out against the two special-grade sorcerers.
"Hey, you're not going to tell anyone? Then I—"
"...Mr. Gojo and Mr. Natsuyu! Please calm down!" The scapegoat chosen by the higher-ups trembled as he walked down the stairs, facing the two Special Class.
He cursed his luck inwardly, bracing his trembling legs, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and asked, "May I ask your status in visiting the unregistered sorcerer, Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka?"
Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, then said, "Do you think I'm stupid enough to answer a question like that?"
Visit, not registered. This is a well-dug trap; if they continue along these lines, even if they're right, it will be presented as wrong, making it seem like the supervisory department made the right decision to detain them.
The entire lobby of the director's office fell silent.
Then Xia Youjie's phone suddenly chimed; a text message had been sent to him. After reading the message, he raised an eyebrow and walked over to look at the messenger from the director's office.
"We are here as third-year students of Tokyo Jujutsu High School to take away Fujimaru Ritsuka, a junior who is preparing to enroll in the second year."
"What is this? She...you didn't register her either..."
“The Tokyo sorcerers should rightfully be managed by Mr. Night Moth, who will soon be the principal.” Xia Youjie calmly slapped a heavy label on the other side, “It’s just that he’s been busy with the succession ceremony lately and hasn’t had time to come to the school to handle things. The Directorate General is overstepping its bounds.”
"..."
"Hmm? Still not saying anything? Do you want me to call Nightmoth?" Gojo Satoru chimed in, his light-colored eyes fixed on the messenger, cold and ruthless. "Or, should we just demolish this building?"
"...Please, please wait a moment."
So, when Fujimaru Ritsuka came downstairs, she saw two DK boys arrogantly blocking the middle of the road, looking smug and confident of victory.
Far away in the office of the college president, his home was filled with hidden merits and fame.
Their eyes fell on her, and they waved vigorously, "Hey, Ritsuka, we've come to take you home!"
—
While everyone's attention was focused on the first floor, a figure silently emerged from the shadows and brought Lu Suo, who had been put to sleep by Oberon, into the Panxing Cult.
Carrying him inside, Ashiya Michiman released the rope that held him like a dead man, stroked his chin and clicked his tongue in amazement, "Hmm, he's still not awake. This gentleman is sleeping very soundly."
But it doesn't matter. The information and plans that should have reached the Master have already been passed on, so this person is useless now. What happens afterward is no longer his concern.
"My Lord, are you satisfied with what I've seen?"
The cult leader, seated high on the couch, lowered his eyes, a cold rage suppressed on his pale, handsome face. His gaze was obscure as he stared at his past enemies.
An old codger from the Heian period, who had schemed his entire life, stole his corpse and caused Gojo Satoru to end up in prison. But now he was just casually dragged in front of him.
Xia You, the cult leader, suddenly chuckled softly.
He only felt it was ironic.
It turns out that in the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is like a thin piece of paper, easily torn apart.
"How did you catch him?" Xia You asked, pursing his lips.
"Just consider it my secret, shall we?" Ashiya Doman took a step back, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the cult leader. "I thought you'd be more agitated?"
"...Ha, perhaps." The Xia You Cult Master closed his eyes, the flames of revenge gradually burning away the bitterness in his heart. All he needed to do was hate—hate the ordinary people who harmed sorcerers, hate the sorcerers who betrayed their friends—
I hate all of humanity.
A note from the author:
----------------------
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
