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❛ Who.. are you? ❜
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The blade was held tightly to the woman's throat. The sharpened edge had only slightly pierced through her skin, leaving a dot of an opening, but still deep and wide enough for blood to trickle through.
"I already said I don't have anything!" she wailed.
"Well, that's not what you were hired for, now was it?" and with great force, the bayonet was fully lodged into her throat.
You sighed in defeat, which was quite the statement to say after such a kill. However, you felt defeated after coming to further news of failure. You didn't manage to obtain any more intel on the school. That's nothing your father would like to hear.
A sudden ring made you jolt slightly, it was your phone. You picked it up and held the device close to your ear. "Hello?" annoyance exhibiting in your voice.
"My my, why so worked up, precious?" a venomous voice slithered through the speaker. "I've just called to say I've sent photos of sorcerers to look out for. They're searching." his tone took a drastic change at the last sentence.
You sighed as you heard the other line ring—he had already hung up. Your phone took on 9 more vibrations, you opened it to come face to screen with various photos and details. Sorcerer after sorcerer, each with a unique style and fighting abilities.
The one you took upon yourself to avoid was the white-haired man named Gojo. Reading his abilities and his grade level engraved that promise in your head without a single doubt. The others seemed decently challenging, as for the one named Yuta. He seemed pretty conflicting but did not describe a threat despite his grade level, as for another—a first-year who goes by the name Itadori.
You proceeded to stroll down the streets of Tokyo as familiar faces came into view. Aren't those..? you became curious in your head. The new first years. you proved yourself to be right.
They seemed to be in a thought process, perhaps finding a target. And that, was where you were proven correct once again in the instant that the ravenette—Fushiguro, you assumed—and yourself made eye contact and his eyes widened just slightly.
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