"Fushiguro Yuki?" Takemichi repeated as he stared at Hina's younger brother, now a grown up detective. "Mhmm, based on the case report I quickly got on Sano Emma's death, she's connected to it."
He looked at the detective skeptically. He never even...
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JULY 17, 2017 (Monday) 11:43 pm.
Yuki panted, driving her weapon into the weak point of the curse. "shin . . hi. . ro" the curse muttered in despair, slowly dissipating.
"shin. . shinichiro?" she repeated, eyes narrowed in confusion at the name the curse left as their dying words. The curse she fought tonight was none like any other. It seemed more humane, more depressed, with decent battle iq and strangely, being focused on using their legs to hurt her with deadly kicks, hence why right now she was all battered and bruised.
"this curse is weird. . but it's not a finger bearer, I wonder what rank that was, it's too weak to be a special grade though, maybe a first or second grade." she said to herself wiping the blood of her face.
"the voice though. . it's like I heard it before." she frowned, hearing a voice somewhere that came from a curse? it was probably from the human it mimicked or maybe the human who created it with their cursed energy. .
She wiped her weapon clean from the blood, deciding to think about it more at home, she told Ijichi to have someone repair the damages at the school. It was very dark outside as she began walking, having finished talking to Ijichi about the mission and repairs, as she was about to hang-up Ijichi had asked her "do you want me to pick you up and take you home?"
Yuki thought about it before shaking her head "nah it's all good Ijichi-san, I can use a walk right about now." she told the adviser, wishing him a good night as she finally hung up. Her hand fell limp beside her, finger pressing the power button, effectively shutting the phone as she found the nearby streets slight start to flicker.
But there was nobody there, except a bunch of fly heads she didn't need to pay much attention to now.
She stopped for a bit, wiping the blood on her hands, smearing it on her clothes. Her weapon wasn't hidden, considering she didn't have a replacement container for it yet, instead it was attached to her hip.
A yawn escaped her lips, she'd probably end up scaring a shit ton of people if they saw her right now. Her wounds were dressed in bandages, having stolen one of the first aids in the school's clinic, clothes and hair were in a state of disarray and smeared with blood and considering it was the dead of the night. .
Yuki sighed, "I'll just cut through the park, there's not many people there compared to the main street anyways." Considering she had lived in Shibuya, it was normal for the main street to have a decent amount of people, being near the entertainment or pleasure district especially.
