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"Gojo, i thought you were better.."
"Is that not enough..?"
Out of annoyance, you click the roof of your tongue. You held your phone up to your ear as you take another glance at the building in front of you.
A warehouse that, from a sorcerers perspective, reeked of cursed energy. You assumed there was more than one of the same curse inside.
You look around once again, seeing no human in sight. Good—you didn't have to deal with nobodies.
You look up the dark sky, seeing a veil whicu you also placed.
"I thought this mission of yours would take days?" you ask, "I can finish whatever's inside there in seconds.." you mutter, not minding how arrogant you sounded. As Gojo knows, you aren't all talk since you definitely have something to prove.
You unzip the bag you had brought, double checking your items to see if you had forgotten anything.
"Now, now." Gojo says, walking through the halls of the school, a hand in his pockets. He was about to leave the campus.
"Don't get too confident with me." he grins.
"Anyways, there's three of those buildings in Kyoto being occupied by the same curse. Weird, right? You'll get help from Utahime's students so unless you feel like helping them, feel free to just deal with one warehouse." Gojo continues, "And why don't you spend a day there to relax? You know.. Visit some relatives?"
You scoff.
"No way. I have a lot to do back at tokyo. Thanks for the info though." you say.
"Sure~" he says playfully, "I have a surprise for you. I think you'll like this one!"
"Aren't i supposed to be bringing souvenirs..? Oh well, i'll be going. See you in a few days i guess.."
As you hang up, Gojo goes back to using his phone, now dialing another number. He was now outside of the school, waiting for someone that was supposed to chauffeur him around.
"Now that's done.. I wonder how they'll welcome Okkotsu Yuta.."
On the other hand..
"Glad to be back." you whisper to yourself, a part of you happy to be back at Kyoto—the place where you grew up—despite the horrible memories that came with it. Wanting to get the job done and move on, you pull out a pair of drumsticks from the bag you have bought.
"Taiko."
You say as a single medium sized drum appears from beside you, floating and following your every move.
"Finish this and go home.." you say to yourself, now approaching the warehouse with the taiko still floating closely.
You place a hand on the metal doors, creaking as you push them open. You frown as you see the inside; dark, boxes scattered everywhere, and a few scraps of metal and wood. You wonder what this warehouse was storing to be this dirty already.
