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The news about the massive battle between the giant toads at MNU College had taken the internet and every news channel by storm. The Maldivian public was in a state of panic, terrified of Rihulaa Miss and her newfound ninja capabilities. Aiky and her team were bombarded with reporters and questions whenever they appeared in public. Despite the pressure, they worked tirelessly to track down Rihulaa Miss and bring her to justice, though Aiky was determined that it would be done fairly, no matter how dangerous the task.

🐬  🐬  ~{ 3 Days later }~ 🐬🐬

It was a bright, sunny morning when three unfamiliar figures stepped into Malé city: Megumi, Nobara, and Itadori. Their mission was simple—exorcise curses that had been sighted in the city. What they didn’t know was how deeply Male was already entangled in its own chaos, with a wanted criminal like Rihulaa Miss still lurking around, free and dangerous.

Itadori and Nobara raced forward playfully, laughing as they pushed each other through the narrow streets. Meanwhile, Megumi, ever the serious one, simply rolled his eyes and walked casually behind them, his thoughts focused on their mission.

“Stay sharp, you two,” Megumi muttered under his breath, knowing all too well that danger had a way of sneaking up on those who didn’t expect it.

At Lamb’s House, like around 10 PM:

Lamb sat alone in his dimly lit room. It had been days since he and Aik had broken up, and the loneliness had settled in, making the nights longer and the silence heavier. Even though he tried to shake it off, Lamb couldn’t help but feel a nagging emptiness. The news about Rihulaa Miss’s attacks on Shaii and the destruction at MNU College only made him worry more.

Unable to resist, Lamb picked up his iphone and dialed Shaii’s number.

“Shaii, how r u?” Lamb asked the moment she answered.

There was a brief pause on the other end before Shaii replied, “I’m... I’m good.”

The two of them continued to talk, though their words were weighed down by the tense atmosphere of recent events. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from Shaii’s sitting room. She froze.

“What was that?” Lamb asked quickly, his voice rising with concern.

Shaii didn’t answer right away. She placed the phone down on the bed and cautiously made her way toward the sound, holding a thick textbook in her hand. The thought of Rihulaa Miss stalking her flashed in her mind, making her heartbeat quicken.

Shaii moved slowly, her eyes scanning every shadow as she approached the source of the noise. When she finally peeked around the corner, relief washed over her—there, lying on the floor, was a broken vase. Her grandma had rolled over in her sleep and knocked it off, completely unaware of the commotion.

Her grandmother was known for being able to sleep anywhere, whether it was a couch, the floor, or even a road if she had to. It was a strange comfort, seeing her so deeply asleep, and it eased Shaii’s nerves. She chuckled softly to herself and returned to her room.

“Eii ehcheh noon,” she told Lamb as she picked up the phone. “Just my grandma... again.”

Lamb, still lying in bed, let out a sigh of relief. “I thought it was her again,” he muttered, thankful it wasn’t another attempt by Rihulaa Miss to harm Shaii.

Meanwhile, Pop rushed through the gates of Imaduddin School, out of breath. She was late picking up her sibling Laiq, who was now standing alone, arms crossed and clearly annoyed.

“I’m so sorry, Laiq! I promise I’ll make it up to you with ice cream tomorrow,” Pop said, trying to calm her sibling’s anger.

Laiqu huffed, but the promise of ice cream softened her mood. “Fine, but don’t make it a habit,” Laiq muttered as they walked toward the gate.

As they reached the exit, Laiq’s eyes caught sight of a small cat sitting near the bushes. She ran over, eager to pet it, but the cat darted off into the greenery. Curious, Laiq followed and spotted something strange hidden in the bushes—a small, wrapped object.

“Huh, mi koacheh?” Laiq wondered aloud as she bent down and picked it up. The wrapping paper was covered in strange symbols, something that made it look almost magical.

Pop noticed and came closer. “What the fuck is that?” she asked, intrigued.

“I don’t know, but it looks cool,” Laiq replied, slipping the mysterious object into her bag. Neither of them knew that what Laiq had found was one of Sukuna’s cursed fingers, an artifact that held immense, dark power.

Unaware of the danger they now carried, the two siblings walked home casually, chatting about ice cream and school, oblivious to the cursed energy lurking in Laiq’s backpack.

At Dhiffushi:

Far away from Male, on the quiet island of Dhiffushi, Rihulaa Miss was plotting her next move. Her hideout was dimly lit, and the walls were covered in photographs of Shaii, each one marked with notes, plans, and possible ways to strike.

She stared at one particular picture of Shaii, her eyes filled with hatred. The young girl had become a thorn in her side, always managing to escape her traps.

With a frustrated growl, Rihulaa Miss grabbed a shuriken from her desk and hurled it at the photograph. The sharp blade embedded itself right between Shaii’s eyes, tearing through the paper.

“I won’t miss next time!”

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