"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐰." - 𝑵𝒂𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏
⟶ He was born a king, and he reigned as a god. Gojo didn't walk-he crushed. His laughter slapped the w...
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Tokyo, a Dark Alley – 9:47 PM
The city buzzed around them, but in this narrow alley, wedged between a dingy izakaya and a flickering vending machine, the air was thick, stifling. A recent downpour had left puddles reflecting tired neon lights.
Akari Nitta clenched her phone in her palm, nerves on edge.
— Call him.
Beside her, Kiyotaka Ijichi flinched slightly. He would have preferred to be anywhere else— even on a mission in a nest of special-grade curses.
— Nitta-san... do you really want to call Gojo-san right now?
— Got a better idea?
— We can't do anything, he tried again, voice tense.
Akari turned to him, and under the vending machine's sickly glow, her dark eyes were as hard as stone.
— We can call him.
Ijichi sighed. He knew she wouldn't drop it.
— You know how he is. He'll either blow us off or—
— So what? You think he'd rather find out later that Chihiro got tossed into the curse pit?
Ijichi swallowed hard.
— She was always mute, Ijichi. She never spoke. And now, all of a sudden, she casts an incantation, and the walls fucking shake.
