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Chapter 004: Horror, Matrimony

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Gojo Satoru looked around, talking to himself.

"I’ve been thinking it’s weird since we got here—this school actually has a barrier. Usually, that shouldn't even be a thing, right?"

Geto Suguru gave a casual smile, releasing a few Cursed Spirits to scout the campus.

"Probably a spot that got broken by accident. I’d say they're lucky; since there’s such high-quality 'food' here, the Curses aren't as interested in the other snacks."

"Whoa, Suguru really is the Curse expert."

"Maybe."

Listening to the conversation between the two boys, Fuwa Yozora felt confused for the first time.

What is a "Cursed Spirit"?
And why did the dark-haired boy say her constitution "attracted" them?

Yozora's face went pale, but her attempt to stay composed made her look both pitiful and cute.

"Looks like you’re being protected. Otherwise, a Curse would’ve swallowed you whole until not even your bones were left."

Just as Geto Suguru finished his teasing remark, a man in a black suit came sprinting through the school gates. He looked incredibly tense, scanning the area while gripping two extremely delicate daggers.

Those were Cursed Tools.

"Miss, are you alright? I saw you hadn't come out yet, so I took the liberty of entering the school."

"Uncle Tenmei, I just got held up. Let’s go."

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru exchanged knowing looks.
An elite sorcerer. Probably Grade 1 level.

Tomizawa Tenmei froze when he saw the uniforms on Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

"Jujutsu High... did something happen?"

Gojo Satoru pointed at the ground, flashing a mischievous grin.

"The barrier here has a leak. We’re just here to check it out since people got hurt."

Tenmei immediately tensed up. The half-dissipated forms of the Cursed Spirits confirmed the story, and the bloodstains on his young mistress were slowly evaporating.

Everyone was speaking a language Yozora didn't understand.
She threw a questioning look at Tenmei, but the man simply avoided her eyes. So, she shifted her gaze to Geto Suguru.

The dark-haired boy gave an indifferent, lazy smile, waiting for the girl to ask questions. Instead, Yozora’s lips parted just enough to let out a faint remark.

"What a weirdo."

She walked away with total Main Character energy, her high-end school skirt fluttering in a perfect arc.

But as she turned, her fist tightly gripped the fabric over her heart. There was no such thing as "rational materialism" in her world—because nobody could tell her why she could read people's lifespans.

When she told her dad about it as a kid, he panicked and told her never to tell anyone. Yozora knew that kind of power could get her sent to a lab for dissection.

But now, things felt different. Some secret was buried deep inside her.

Yozora was silent on the way back. Tenmei kept checking her expression in the rearview mirror. She was the same as always—acting like an outsider to everything.

Cold and detached, like a god watching over the mortal world.

After getting out of the car, she went straight to Fuwa Nogawa’s study without a word. An executive was currently reporting some business.

"Miss, you’re back."

The executive was stunned by Yozora’s sudden intrusion; the heiress was rarely this out of pocket.

The million questions in Yozora’s head vanished the moment she saw the number above her father’s head.

「3799」

The exact same number as the dark-haired boy. Just over ten years left.

"Sorry, I need to talk to my dad."

The executive immediately gave a respectful bow.

"Of course, Miss. I’ll step out now."

Nogawa dropped his serious act instantly, resting his face in his hands and smiling at his daughter.

"Yozora! Coming to see Dad right after school? What’s up?"

"3799."

The girl spat out the numbers. Nogawa’s smile vanished. Then, he held his face with a troubled look, though he tried to keep it light.

"What? It was over ten thousand just a few days ago. Life really is unpredictable, huh?"

"Dad, what is a Cursed Spirit?"

Nogawa couldn't keep up the "cute dad" act anymore.

"A what?"

"Things that exist in this world. I met two weird boys today. They said... those things wanted to eat me."

After hearing that, Nogawa lowered his head and nervously scratched the hair at the nape of his neck.

"They’re basically like monsters or spirits. It’s no big deal."

"Then why can I see how long people have to live?"

Nogawa went quiet for a moment before shaking his head honestly.

"That’s something I really want to know too. But to me, you’re just my daughter. I don’t care what you can see."

"Can you see Cursed Spirits, Dad?"

"I don't have that talent, unfortunately."

"What about Mom?"

Did that beautiful woman who passed away when she was young have a different constitution too? Nogawa hesitated for a second, then nodded.

Yozora took a deep breath. Nogawa spoke patiently.

"Yozora, that world is dangerous. Since you don't have the talent to be a sorcerer, don't go digging. You’re the next head of the Sanyai-gumi. Dad wants you to—"

"I never planned on getting involved in that."

Yozora cut him off, a helpless expression on her porcelain face.

"I was just confused. Why could I see such bizarre things? Now that you've told me this, I actually feel a bit better."

"Turns out I’m not a freak or an outlier. There are weirdos in this world... even weirder than me."

Yozora’s chill attitude almost made Nogawa want to collapse and cry. He knew his daughter had been quiet and out of place with her peers since she was little, all because she could see everyone's clock.

As a kid, she once saw the number 「3」 over her best friend’s head. Three days later, that girl died in a car crash.

That was when Yozora realized what those numbers meant.
She looked at her father's number again.

"I won't let you leave me that soon, Dad."

As if she’d made a big decision, Yozora turned and left the study.
Leaving Nogawa shouting after her.

"Yozora! Where are you going?~"

Walking out of the study, Yozora bumped right into Tomizawa Tenmei. She stopped, her tone gentle.

"Uncle Tenmei, I need everything you can find on that dark-haired boy from school today."

"Have it all collected within 24 hours. Thanks."

Tenmei stood there, mouth agape. He watched the young mistress head upstairs toward her bedroom, his expression suddenly becoming complicated.

A boy around her age... a student at Jujutsu High... rumored to be a Special Grade Sorcerer...

The Miss, who had never let a single guy get close to her, was finally catching feelings?

Tenmei scrambled into the study in a panic.

"Brother! I think someone’s about to marry into the Sanyai-gumi!"

The Sanyai-gumi was officially facing its biggest crisis in history!

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