Port Mafia Executive Chuuya Nakahara's little sister is sent on a solo mission! She is to retrieve a cursed object located in Sendai, but as problems arise one after another she realizes she will be staying much longer than anyone had anticipated.
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"I think I can just barely handle a grade 2." Yuji admitted honestly while he stared out ahead of him in the direction of Yoshino Junpei.
"If this were a cursed spirit, yes."
"Huh?"
Ijichi glanced at Yuji from the corner of his eyes, "Fushiguro-kun mentioned it before, remember? Typically, cursed spirits are assigned to sorcerers of equal grade. That means a grade 2 sorcerer would be expected to beat grade 2 cursed spirits. So, a grade 2 sorcerer possesses strength close to a grade 1 cursed spirit."
"Why weren't we ever told something that important?" Yuji sweat dropped, curious as to why no one hasn't even bothered to tell himself and Y/N about that type of information they clearly needed to know about.
'Because Gojo-san's so irresponsible.' Ijichi wanted to reply out loud but decided to keep that thought to himself as he sighed deeply.
"We'll get out of the car here." The two students along with the assistant climbed out of the car they were occupying and stood out into the street, closing the car doors behind them. Yuji's face twisted into a trouble expression, "This feels like we're doing all the work, and I'm really not into it."
Y/N playfully bumped her shoulder into the pink-haired male. "Suck it up buttercup, we got a job to do."
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Blood slowly dripped down off the bandaged weapon Nanami weaved, a small puddle of the blood pooling on the ground. "If you plan to come out, please hurry up and do so. They may be disfigured and beyond saving, but murdering people makes me sick."
The blonde gazed down at the dead transfigured humans as one of his hands raised up to his neck tie, before he turned to look down the dark underground tunnel.
"Ah, what a relief. I'd be in trouble if Gojo Satoru were here, but it's not much of an experiment if you're too weak." Mahito patronized the blonde sorcerer once he stepped out of the shadows, stalking forward towards Nanami.
The blonde clasped his hand behind his neck, "I hate overtime, so let's just..." He narrowed his eyes through his glasses at the patchwork curse, "finish this quickly."
A laughing chibi verison of a certain white-haired sorcerer frolicking through a field of flowers with his hands extended out from his sides, a pink sparkly aura surrounding him as he did so flaunted in Nanami's head, "I'll murder you."
The blonde sorcerer charged at the grinning patchwork curse who was all too much ready for a good fight from the sorcerer, as he blocked the multiple back-to-back attacks from Nanami's weapon. 'They're similar. That picture-perfect frivolity, and the sinister strength behind it.'
