The Mafia That Geto Suguru Couldn't Escape Ch. 9
The midday air was getting pretty cooked, but Fuwa Yozora didn’t have the mental bandwidth to enjoy the novelty of the experience; she was too busy being on high alert.
Geto Suguru seemed exhausted. He stopped talking and just kept his eyes closed, fake-napping in silence.
About thirty minutes later, a cluster of abandoned buildings hidden deep in the mountain forests came into view.
Geto Suguru slowly opened his eyes, his dark gold pupils looking lazy and chill.
"We’re here."
The place was a total wasteland. It looked like it had been ghosted for years. No normal person could ever get here—you’d basically need a flight hack to reach it.
As they descended, Fuwa Yozora felt a sudden chill, despite it being a literal oven of a summer day. It felt like cold tentacles were creeping up her neck, making her feel like she was suffocating.
Geto Suguru’s Curse-sensing skills were leagues above Fuwa Yozora’s. He sat up, scanning the buildings and feeling a cowardly but intelligent Curse starting to get restless.
It was actually wild.
He’d passed this area during a mission before and clearly sensed a high-level Curse—somewhere above Grade 1, bordering on Special Grade. But the thing was incredibly sharp; it was a pro at running and hiding. It completely ignored Geto Suguru’s attacks.
A Curse that could almost entirely erase its residual Cursed Energy was something Geto Suguru felt he definitely needed in his collection.
But he couldn't catch it.
Yet now, thanks to Fuwa Yozora’s presence, this thing—which was usually willing to give up its appetite for humans just to stay alive—actually couldn't hold back.
Geto Suguru hopped off the bird Curse with zero effort. Being in a good mood, he reached out to help the monkey down, but Fuwa Yozora didn't even give his hand a glance.
She jumped from three meters up while lugging that heavy tachi, using her movement to gauge the outline of the invisible Curse. Smart girl.
Fuwa Yozora stared at the derelict building. It looked like some old sanatorium, now completely trashed.
"We're running out of time. What do I need to do?"
Her words made Geto Suguru smirk. He pointed toward the rattling front doors.
"The Curse in there is terrified of me. So, go lure it out."
Zero plan. Zero instructions.
Fuwa Yozora stared into the dark interior. She guessed she should be glad it was noon; the horror vibes were still within an acceptable range.
At this point, even Geto Suguru wasn't 100% sure if that smart Curse would actually show itself.
Fuwa Yozora just gave Geto Suguru a side-eye, then drew the long tachi. The silver blade caught the sunlight, looking sharp enough to blind.
Geto Suguru couldn't help but squint.
"Geto, I hope you realize we’re partners. And since we don’t have beef, me dying gives you zero profit. I'm only useful to you alive."
"What, scared I won't step in at the end?"
"You're a weird guy."
"Don't worry. I actually value partners who have utility."
The black-haired boy stood there looking lazy, hands in his pockets like he was just there for the show.
Jujutsu High students were supposed to exorcise Curses to protect humanity, but the Geto Suguru standing there gave off a purely gloomy aura. It felt like he didn't actually vibe with the whole "protecting humans" thing.
Fuwa Yozora took a deep breath. Under Geto Suguru’s mocking gaze, she gripped the tachi—her only source of safety—and headed toward the unknown building.
It was fine. She’d beaten enemies blindfolded before. Curses would make some kind of noise or movement; she just had to lock in and sense them.
Geto Suguru’s dark gold eyes flickered. The smirk left his face as he watched the girl disappear into the building.
What the hell? Is she actually not afraid of dying?
She's literally just a monkey, yet she thinks she can take on a semi-Special Grade Curse? Delulu.
Suddenly, a thick stench hit him, carrying an indescribable excitement. Geto Suguru could almost hear the sound of something licking its chops.
Fuwa Yozora really was a magnet for this thing.
Geto Suguru covered the lower half of his face, an inexplicable thrill gnawing at his heart.
The perfect bait.
He needed to get stronger. He needed to collect Curses more efficiently. And now, a perfect lure had just manifested right in front of him.
It was actually hype.
A sharp screech echoed from the building as the Curse finally revealed itself. It burst through a high-story window like a black shadow, slamming heavily onto the ground.
It was a humanoid Curse with six limbs and hair so long it dragged on the floor, writhing like it was alive.
Just how "delicious" was Fuwa Yozora that this thing completely ignored Geto standing right behind it?
The Curse totally ignored Geto Suguru’s presence. Its meager logic had been completely fried by hunger as it scrambled madly through the front doors.
"Wow. Is she gonna die?"
His tone was casual and mocking, but Geto Suguru was already walking toward the building.
***
Fuwa Yozora patrolled the first floor cautiously. You could tell this place used to be a psych ward.
Negative emotions from confused patients created a Curse here—was that how it worked?
Dusty sunlight filtered through the grime-covered windows, showing dark brown stains on the floor. She knew exactly what that was. Dried-up blood from a long time ago.
Suddenly, a violent crash came from the entrance. Something had broken in.
Fuwa Yozora felt her breathing hitch. It felt like walking through thick smog. She held the tachi up in a guard position, staring dead-on at the end of the hallway.
It seemed to be getting darker. She wasn't sure if she was tripping, but the tiny bits of sunlight were being swallowed by shadows.
"Geto."
She tried calling out. No one answered.
He didn't follow her in?
She glanced at the rooms beside her. Breaking a window and jumping out seemed like the play; staying in this cramped building was just feeding the fear.
Something was coming.
She didn't even hesitate before sprinting into a room, but something bone-chilling snagged her ankle. She swung the tachi behind her into empty space. It felt like she hit something, and the grip on her legs loosened slightly.
So this was a Curse. Something that literally can't be explained in normal terms.
She was just one step from the window. Fuwa Yozora bent her knees to leap out.
But she froze mid-air.
Something wrapped around her neck, dragging her backward into the abyss.
Survival instinct kicked in. Fuwa Yozora twisted her wrist, swinging the Cursed Tool—the tachi—violently behind her. She couldn't see anything; she was playing purely on vibes.
The skin on her neck started to burn, corroded by some kind of power. For the first time, Fuwa Yozora felt death breathing down her neck.
Was Geto Suguru really not going to save her?
Isn't Jujutsu High a legit government-ish organization? No matter how weird he was, this was over the top.
Was he actually just a psycho?!
"Huh. I get the feeling you're low-key trash-talking me, Fuwa?"
A teasing voice came from behind her. The force strangling her was instantly crushed, and she could finally breathe.
She stumbled, unable to find her footing, but someone caught her from behind. The boy’s body heat radiated through his summer uniform. For some reason, she went stiff.
"Being late to collect the deposit... that’s bad business sense."
Fuwa Yozora’s voice was raspy. She felt that nauseating aura vanish in an instant.
Geto Suguru leaned in close, whispering right into her ear.
"You really are... a surprise."
A seductive, demon-like whisper.
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