𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Ch. 28

   𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 3:00. Which was perfect since the bounty was lifted 4 hours ago. He could finally rest. His babysitting mission assigned 2 days ago, sat him in a position he hoped to never see again.

   Suguru clapped his hands and sighed with a smile, "Everyone! We can take it easy for a bit now." His purple eyes minimally opened to scan everyone's faces. Their body language alone told the tale of why they were all worn out and relieved."We're inside Jujustu High's barrier."

   The group huffed out a sigh of relief in unison. Riko warily knocked into Kuroi, causing them both to crash to the stone path beneath them like dominos.

Rintaro remained on her tired feet, something is wrong, her senses heightened. Leading her ocean eyes to dilate at the assumption that someone who wasn't welcome had also crossed through the barrier. I'm just overthinking, don't worry the group, they've had it bad enough already, she began to manipulate her own thoughts to keep herself quiet.

   Suguru clapped his hand against Satoru's back, congratulating him on being such a powerful asset to the missions success. "No more babysitting... please, no more." Was Satoru's only reply. The idle hairs behind the white haired male's neck began to rise at the presence of someone. His body tried to alert him, yet he was too worn out to even realize.

   A sudden pang of debilitating pain crashed through his torso. His head slowly tilted downwards.

Rintaro's knees buckled at the sudden pain surging through her abdomen. It felt as if the sword had gone clean through her as well.

   Suguru worriedly rushed over to Rintaro. His attention had been elsewhere as he tended to Riko and Kuroi, and he completely missed Satoru's current peril. He kneeled down beside her and bent at the waist to tune into her quiet mumbles.

"Toru", left her lips repeatedly as he asked her what was wrong. He finally heeded her whispers and looked up to Satoru. His eyes grew wide as they witnessed the impossible.

   Satoru's prized Six Eyes blurred at the sight of the polished, shiny sword dormant in his abdomen. It protruded 8 inches from his body, glistening in the reflected light with his crimson blood.

   "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Satoru's insides turned. This was unexpected for him and it wreaked internal havoc. His torso shivered against the cold metal, causing more of his tissue to be cut up open.

"Don't sweat it, I'm not the type to remember some dudes name either." The sword bearer grinned, portraying the illusion of his newly opened signature scar growing.

   Years ago, I heard about that stupid prophecy about those Gojo twins. Somehow their birth changed the world... I wasn't too sure about the likeliness of that, so I went to check it out. I crept up behind em, seemed like they were walking with their caretaker or maybe their mom.

   Odd thing is, one of 'em had black hair and the other white, some pair of twins. All I could think about was how the Jujutsu world was all a lie, because obviously they weren't twins.

   And then the black haired one turned around, and she looked me straight in the eyes. I can never forget the feeling of how piercing one set of Six Eyes was.

   And then, she tugged the sleeve on the white haired kid and he turned around and looked at me, too.  It shocked me. It was the first and last time anyone was aware of my presence when I was behind them.

   "And that's why I waited until you were worn down." The unwelcomed man reminisced his past encounter with the twins. The time he felt foreign in his own skin because of the pure terror the Gojo twins emanated. And now, here he was on the brink of finally executing his dream of killing them.