Several trucks lined up in the front yard of the Takagi mansion, being filled up with various essential things such as tents and equipment but mostly food and water. After a small discussion between Souichiro and Yuriko, the Don decided to make preparations to leave. These were met with a surprising amount of agreement from civilians. The man was unaware of the fact that his daughter had tried to convince the people and succeeded with the help of Gojo threatening them with a glare and a bit of magic.
Souichiro and Yuriko were outside their mansion, the purple-haired woman's attire had changed into a much more practical sense, now she wore a white button-up shirt that stretched over her chest, and a pair of black pants that hugged her legs, showing them off with a pair of shoes, a shoulder hoster on her white shirt made her chest look bigger.
Yuriko: I don't remember my shirt being this tight before.
Souichiro, who had been to the woman for more than two decades, simply hummed but did glance at her chest, which his wife caught and hid her smirk. Before deciding to focus on the situation.
Souichiro: Is the route scouted?
The Don of Tokonosu prefecture questioned as he mentally counted the number of people that would be travelling with them and how they would maintain a constant supply of food.
Yuriko: Yes. The highway to the Miyazaki is clear. The roads had been blocked with unused cars and other things to prevent more of those things coming towards us, but it also traps us. Are you sure you want to do it this way?
Yuriko questioned her husband, hesitant and uncomfortable with this type of plan, but she did not show it, keeping her expression neutral. Souichiro simply crossed his arms over his chest, having changed into his formal clothing to represent himself as the strong Don he was. His people needed to know the one they trusted was steadfast, and it helped calm the civilians who were prone to make reckless mistakes. Plus, his wife had been the one to pick the outfit, and he would not be such a husband to disappoint her.
Souichiro: Yes. Gojo informed me about the time he needs to find the parents of Rei Miyamoto, Takashi Komuro and Kohta Hirano. Young Saeko does not seem too eager or concerned to look for her father, which, given the man's status, is valid.
Yuriko narrowed her eyes at her husband and spoke in a slightly sharper tone than before, it made Souichiro slightly.
Yuriko: You did not answer my question.
The Don realised that his attempt to divert his wife's attention away from the topic did not work; it made him sigh as he answered her.
Souichiro: I do not have any faith in this plan, especially with how unprofessional and simple-minded it looks, but I am willing to trust the man who, I...We trusted with the safety of our daughter.
Souichiro turned to look at his wife. The woman was slightly surprised since she had not seen such an expression on the Don's face in a long time, not since their daughter was born. It was a rare and softer smile that the man kept reserved for his family only. Yuriko felt her face slightly heat up, she was sure her cheeks were rosy colour. For some reason, her husband was looking quite handsome at this some reason.
Suddenly, a loud honk made the two of them jump, breaking the atmosphere around them. They snapped their heads towards that direction. Both were ready to give an earful to the person responsible for surprising them, only to see a grinning Gojo leaning out of the Humvee. It had gotten a new look over.
It was now a sleek, armoured exoskeleton that fused military ruggedness with cyberpunk aesthetics. The exterior is reinforced with adaptive plating capable of shifting its structure to absorb damage dynamically. A deep gunmetal black finish with crimson neon underglow gave it a menacing presence, while angular, hex-patterned armour plating replaced the traditional bodywork for enhanced protection. The headlights are now slim, blue-white LED slits, resembling predator eyes scanning the battlefield. A reinforced, impact-resistant grille protects the front, featuring built-in shock emitters to disable obstacles or enemies in its path. The wheels are fitted with adaptive terrain treads, allowing for silent, high-speed traversal across any environment. It was bigger on the inside.
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Cursed Sorcerer King Of The Arcana
FanfictionA 16-year-old boy with no memories about his past other than power and techniques, he is later adopted by a mage who finds the boy talented in magic arts. 3 years later on a late night, a stranger visits when his teacher is on a trip little did he k...
