HAVEN || SATORU GOJO

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10:01 P.M.
Metropolitan Expressway
Route No. 3 Shibuya Line
Shibuya Tollgate

Now that the curtain around Shibuya had been lifted, Rieka inhaled, taking in a deep breath, holding the phone up to her mouth to speak, sending out a voice message to the sorcerers. "Satoru .. has been sealed."

The woman hated all of this. The rage that bubbled inside began to surge and overfill again as she stared at Ijichi's body that laid bleeding out.

Shoko Ieiri looked up to the woman. "You're leaving already?"

"It's dangerous out there." Yaga had also chimed in, placing a hand on his former student's shoulder. It sounded almost hypocritical, but it wasn't in the way that he meant it to.

She didn't even utter a reply before dissipating into thin air again. She had to focus on the fluctuations of cursed energy everywhere, who was who and where .. and where needed her attention the most. It was what Satoru would do.

Ino, Megumi and Itadori had defeated the sorcerers that were holding the bigger curtain around Shibuya together. She had lifted the smaller ones from within.

Mei Mei and her brother were fighting a special grade that they likely were able to handle themselves, so Rieka brushed them off.

Nanamin was fighting a measly sorcerer and Nobara was going somewhere — likely to where Itadori was, fighting a cursed womb.

Inumaki, on her orders was clearing the street of curses and safely evacuating the humans out of the way into a more secure environment to be checked by Shoko after experiencing the effects of Gojo's domain.

Megumi was with the old geezer Zen'in and Maki, Panda was with Atsuya, the woman had stopped for a moment as she felt the large curse get exorcised.

That was where she needed to go — to Megumi.

The enormous deactivation of the domain expansion that belonged to the special grade had blown every back, including herself as one man stood in the center of it all. The one she recognized extremely well as it was their third encounter.

"That domain ..! Rieka .." Maki had shouted.

She looked around. Nanami was badly injured, the elder Zen'in had his arm cut off and Megumi was heaving, dripping blood from his nose and mouth.

The man that had no traces of cursed energy, irises and pupils black and all, hair that was darker than obsidian and a dead puppet fighting solely on instinct, bearing his fangs at the strongest around.

Rieka knelt down. "I'll .. I'll be okay." Megumi muttered between lost breaths. The sorceress didn't question his words, so long as he wasn't dying.

"Nanami, get your wounds checked out."

There was an intent of fighting that emanated from the woman.

If Satoru could kill him more than ten years ago — she could now.

And before she took another step forward, the woman was plunged out the window and onto a car by the corpse. Just at that moment, another special grade appeared where she once was previously in the room with Nanami and the three Zen'in, but she didn't have time to worry about them.

Playful cloud was a special grade cursed tool. A three-section staff connected by three rings in between the joints of the weapon. Each staff was decorated with a flame-like pattern near the ends by the metal which connected to the chains.

Its strength relied on the raw power of its user. Playful cloud had been best utilized by those with incredible physical abilities rather than those with high levels of cursed energy such as Maki.