Chapter 5
How has Satoru Gojo been since I was gone?
Nagase Sei often pondered this question.
At first, he could only wonder, merely think about it. But now, he was going to ask in person, to see for himself.
On this October day, Nagase Sei tidied himself up to look presentable. Staring at the young man in the mirror, he absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair. “This color is really loud...”
Originally, his hair was white, but now, rebellious strands of brown-black had grown in alongside the original white, which hadn’t fallen out. The whole look was incredibly trendy, often prompting fellow patients to ask if it was dyed. When denied, they’d sigh with pity, assuming he was prematurely gray.
Grabbing his backpack, the debt-ridden pauper Nagase Sei decided to take the train to Jujutsu High. Satoru Gojo might have left long ago, but Jujutsu High was the only place that wouldn’t move.
He didn’t know how long he’d been dead. Resurrection was taboo wherever he went. He only dared let Gojo know he was still alive.
If he saw Gojo, he would no longer be a pauper!
Nagase Sei thought bitterly and defiantly.
Gojo’s money was his money; there was no difference!
He sent a text to Matsuda Jinpei with his newly bought phone, then greeted the elderly patients he knew in the hospital one by one before heading downstairs.
The apartment he rented was in a prime location—turn left out the door and the subway entrance was right there. It wasn’t rush hour now. Nagase Sei stood on the escalator, tapping on his phone. After getting off, he lowered his gaze and stood at the end of a queue.
“...”
“...”
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tuft of soft white hair. Nagase Sei casually looked forward and met the back of a familiar head.
He seemed to know the face.
He racked his brain but couldn’t recall where the familiarity came from.
Just as his gaze settled on the person ahead—
A chilling sense of danger struck Toge Inumaki’s heart like a hammer.
His entire body stiffened, as if trapped in thick, viscous air. His limbs wouldn’t budge an inch. His fingertips trembled nervously against his pants, and even turning his neck was a painfully slow process, as if a century had passed.
...Who?
Who is it?!
The inexperienced Jujutsu sorcerer held his breath, trembling eyes looking back.
Just then, a train roared by, the howling noise piercing through Inumaki’s ears. He saw a pair of drooping cerulean eyes. The other person didn’t notice him, simply bypassed and headed toward the open train doors.
Thump.
Thump.
Each step seemed to shake the entire city.
Thump.
Thump.
Ding!
Just before the doors closed, Inumaki suddenly rushed in.
Gasping like a drowning man, he touched his white mask with one hand and gripped the handrail stiffly with the other, his whole body tense and ready to spring. The shopping bag hanging from his wrist scraped noisily.
Where was he?!
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Inumaki anxiously searched the train car. To his surprise, that person was lazily sitting in an empty seat, staring straight ahead... seemingly daydreaming out of boredom.
“?”
Inumaki’s sudden movement was loud; Nagase Sei glanced at him curiously.
Then, friendly, he asked, “Are you alright?”
The train’s silence was broken only by the hum of the airflow.
Inumaki stared at him without moving; Nagase Sei felt the boy was like a frightened rabbit.
He received no answer and didn’t press further, hugging his backpack and zoning out. He had been nervous last night, barely sleeping, but now he felt alert.
After a few more minutes, Nagase Sei sensed something was wrong.
He glanced around the train car... though it wasn’t rush hour, this carriage was oddly empty, spotless, and no one had come by.
The train emerged from a pitch-black tunnel; sunlight suddenly streamed through the windows, but Nagase Sei strangely felt no warmth.
Bang!
With a sudden loud noise, a huge fish head shot up from beneath the train, jaws wide open, swallowing Inumaki, who was frozen in place.
“!!!”
Nagase Sei, who witnessed the scene, jumped up sharply. His danger radar screamed wildly. He ducked forward just as something cold flashed overhead. A shadow, visible only to sorcerers, flickered across the floor. The slicing wind also struck the train’s body, accompanied by a harsh creaking sound—
A deep gash appeared on the train’s wall, glass shards sparkling fiercely in the air. Someone had been waiting on the overpass and seized the moment to leap inside.
He held a two-meter-long cleaver, the blade’s tip resting on the ground, eyes locked tightly on Nagase Sei, brows furrowed. “...What the hell are you?”
Damn!
This sudden calamity made Nagase Sei curse silently. His gaze swept over the man’s body, briefly pausing on the tattoo on his arm. Suddenly, a muffled shout came from behind him.
“—Explode!”
The fish head burst open, revealing the white-haired boy it had swallowed.
He leapt out of the blast radius, then coughed violently. Nagase Sei instinctively steadied him, clearly feeling his tremor.
No one around reacted... had they all taken a leave of absence?
“Looks like we can’t kill you so easily,” the cleaver-wielding man said. Another person appeared at the other end of the carriage, seemingly his accomplice.
The companion said, “My shikigami’s destroyed—this isn’t what we agreed on. This Jujutsu sorcerer kid is stronger than expected. Also... who is this guy? Did I just imagine it?”
The cleaver man looked grimly at Nagase Sei. “Don’t know... Let’s finish them both.”
Suddenly sentenced to death, Nagase Sei frowned. “Wait... do we even know each other? No grudges, right?” He shielded the coughing Inumaki behind him. “This kid’s still a minor. Even if there’s a grudge, he should be sent to juvenile detention first, with evidence presented to the police. Don’t pick fights without reason!”
“Hah!”
They sneered and launched their attack without further words.
The sharp blade grazed close to Nagase Sei’s neck. He narrowed his eyes, voice low: “...What a hassle.”
Bang!
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