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The Blue Butterfly's Memories (Part 2)

Suguru returned immediately to the Human Realm after finishing speaking with his father, directly going to the village where the two humans he managed to form a bond with lived. He was worried that Sukuna could be searching for his next victim, being a real tragedy if he ended up choosing Riko or Satoru. Both of them are not little kids anymore, however they haven't come to age just yet, meaning their life could be in danger.

It's rare when that curse decides to consume the life and soul of a teenager or even a adult, but the possibilities were not non-existent. Hence Suguru plans to stay with both of them, at least until the Red Butterfly leaves the village. It was a hard decision for him to choose of who to keep an a eye on first, deciding once he arrived at the entrance of the village.

"Since I met Satoru first, I think I will..." He trailed off, feeling the presence of Sukuna lingering in the air. "So that curse is still in this village," he frowned deeply, quickening his pace towards his destination without thinking anymore or even twice.

The presence of Sukuna became stronger and closer with every step the Blue Butterfly took, bringing along a few negative thoughts. 'Could it be that the Red Butterfly had already chosen his next victim?' That only question persisted inside his head, at least more than anything else. He wasn't the type of person to let himself be consumed by distress, but just the thought of Satoru or Riko being in danger was enough to perturb his mind and for the fear to grip his heart.

Along the way, he encountered a few people that couldn't see the unseen, not having the slightest idea that they have crossed paths with a mysterious being. Suguru did not pay mind nor show interest in them either, since his two precious friends were not among them. Not even Sukuna. In fact, he never appeared nor there was sight of him anywhere.

The Blue Butterfly reached the Gojos' residence without any problem. It was kind of strange to say the less, since he could have sweared that the Red Butterfly passed through here not too long ago. The Gojos' residence is the last house on the path he's walking, so the only way to return back is to walk this same path.

Suguru should have encountered him on the way, unless he was hiding somewhere. His presence still lingering in the air confirmed that was the case, however it wasn't strong like a few minutes ago.

This confused the Blue Butterfly beyond words. At first he thought that the Red Butterfly could be inside the residence, but now he wasn't that sure. "Could he have recuperated his butterflies back and flew away? But if that really happened, why I'm feeling this weak and similar presence of him coming from Satoru's home?"

Not seeing the point of questioning himself, he turned into a butterfly and entered the residence from above the main gate. This wasn't his first time being here, so he already knew his way and where the room of his friend was exactly located.

He flew ahead, the morning sun casting its golden rays upon the land below him. Its warm touch put at ease his mind and heart for the time being, but not enough to make Sukuna vanish from his thoughts.

The Blue Butterfly returned to his original form once he was close to his destination, the rooms being separated by several corridors. It wasn't a surprise that the evil presence was coming from the room of the youngest Gojo. The Red Butterfly had always enjoyed devouring humans that haven't reached their maturity, after all.

Now the possibilities that Satoru had become the next victim were really high. Was that the reason of why Suguru hasn't encountered or seen someone from the Gojo clan? Not even the servants? It was still too early to think the worst, but it couldn't be helped when no one seemed to be around.

He took the last steps and reached for the fusuma, sliding it open. A futon laid on the middle of the room, but it was empty. There wasn't anyone in the room either, just the almost faint scent of Sukuna remained in the air. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, nor there was any signs that something terrible unfolded.