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"NOT BAD FOR AN Undead person." the white haired says, killing another curse with ease as they approach a tall building in the middle of the nowhere. The building stands right next to a cemetery, causing many curses to lurk around there.
Nerkura lets out a confident laugh after receiving the compliment of the man, cracking her fingers before her claws pierce into another curse's heart.
"Oh please." she says with a grin on her red lips. "I'm excellent."
Her confident and calm demeanor cause him to grin amusedly, his blue eyes musing her through his blindfold as they walk up the stairs to the entry of the building.
When they enter the building her expression becomes serious. The strong presence of a curse lingers on the two of them. While Satoru remains completely unbothered, she feels her body react to the weight in the air. Her breath hitches softly, but her mimic is calm and serious as she tries not to show her surprise in front of him. She clears her throat as she glances over to the man, who rubs his chin and looks around.
"The curse sure must be strong." she utters calmly with a low voice, sliding her hands into the pockets of her black pants. "Now I understand why Yaga wanted us both to come here."
"Hm." Satoru breaths thoughtfully before looking down at her. "Hardly."
The brown haired female raises a brow at him, curious to know what happens inside that head of his.
"I could've easily done this mission on my own." he says confidently after a pause, talking like he just stated an obvious fact.
The woman rolls her eyes, shaking her head in slight annoyance before she looks around again. She slowly steps around in the hallway they were in, feeling the presence grow stronger and stronger.
"Kill her."
The voice of the dark haired man echoed in Satoru's ears, which perked up at the change of his tone. He raised his brows at him, watching him sew a new plush animal, which looked like a mixture of a puppy and a kitten.
"That'd be a waste of opportunity, Yaga." the man with the black sunglasses said seriously, propping an arm on his hip as he eyed the director. "You know how annoying the higher ups are getting. And I'm closer to killing them than killing Nekura."
"I don't care! She already killed someone when you were not looking." Yaga answered with his deep and raspy voice, which echoed in the whole room. He narrowed his brows at the white haired teacher, his expression serious. "You know exactly what she's capable of when no one stops her."
Satoru groaned in annoyance and frustration, massaging his temple. He knew very well that director Yaga was right with what he said. Satoru was the only one - besides Sukuna - who had the strength to kill her completely. And the fact that his hollow purple only damaged her a bit showed that she was now capable of more than a decade ago. It seemed like Sukunas fingers transferred a bit of their power into her body while she was in her temple.
