Lost Paradise | BOOK 1

010 | 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

There was no information that the Port Mafia fails to hold.

Three years ago on the 17th day of July, reports say that the higher ups from jujutsu Tech will send once again, a sorcerer.

A sorcerer they will send to their immediate death.

Dazai Osamu sighed as the boss handed him the file.

Mori had a smug smirk on his face, knowing that this was his last mission as an executive.

For Mori plans to hand him the title of boss afterwards.

"Just so you know Dazai-kun." The purple eyed man cooed.

"I don't expect you or Chuuya to succeed this particular mission. "

The brown haired man scoffed.

"I doubt that." He hissed, holding the brown folder over his shoulder and walking out of the office, slamming the door close in the process.

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Chuuya looked over to the severely misinformed piece of paper in his hands as Dazai leaned onto the car seat beside him.

He scrunched his nose in distaste making Dazai peer at him from the corner of his eye.

"So no valuable information?" The banged male inquired.

"Are those jujutsu sorcerers idiots?" Responded the ginger "they're literally sending a twelve year old who's not even a student at jujutsu Tech."

"Yet." Said Osamu "The only information we have about them is that they are a second grade sorcerer"

Their car was parked at the wearhouse near the Port where the shaman was predicted to go.

Spotted there was a grade one curse, according to their window. (Higuchi)

Personally both men cannot see curses. As to why, they are both given a pair of glasses to help with the mission and that they won't risk cursing themselves in the process.

"It's quiet." Muttered Chuuya as they patiently watch the sun set.

Dazai leaned over with a suggestive smirk "Is that so-"

A crash was heard from inside of the wearhouse making both of them jolt.

"WHEN THE HELL DID THEY GET IN?!"

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A lone girl stood in a green tracksuit. She had only gotten out of school when her guardian called and whisked her into a suicide mission.

Exorcise a grade one curse in Yokohama, come back alive.

Seems easy enough for an independent young girl like her.

Well no.

She has the Port Mafia to worry about.

Now she stood in the middle of the wearhouse outsmarting the Mafioso waiting for her outside in a car.

The tinted windows did not give her any view of their identities however their auras showcase their strength.

There were two of them. Turquoise blue and bright red. Ability users.

The Mafia isn't playing around nor underestimating her.

They are simply more aware that they are stronger, smarter and more organized.

Plus she was outnumbered.

"Hear hear..." She muttered to herself. Sneaking inside the wearhouse was a good idea.