The Mafia That Geto Suguru Couldn't Escape Ch. 10
Fuwa Yozora reacted like a startled cat, swinging the long tachi to put some distance between them.
Geto Suguru raised both hands, flashing a casual, effortless smile.
"Is pointing a blade at your savior really the move?"
Fuwa Yozora felt a burning sensation on her neck. Dark purple marks had bloomed on the back of her exposed hand, itching so badly she wanted to claw at them.
She didn't mess with her injuries, though. She just looked at Geto Suguru very seriously.
"I think I’m hurt."
Geto Suguru’s eyes flickered. He expected a meltdown, screaming, or terrified sobbing, but this girl just calmly informed him that she was injured.
Honestly, Geto could have stepped in sooner, but he’d been curious to see how a monkey who couldn't even see Curses would handle herself.
The girl, who had been ready to dive out a window, had been snatched up by the Curse’s hair. Geto had seen the creature’s face—it was ecstatic.
Then, the tachi had cleanly severed the Curse’s body parts wrapped around her ankles. Pure instinct, probably.
Too bad this was a semi-Special Grade—the kind of monster 90% of sorcerers couldn't even touch.
Even while dangled in mid-air with zero leverage, she’d nearly been dropped into its massive maw, yet she’d managed to flip her grip and stab the Curse right in the face.
The blade he gave her was a Grade 1 Cursed Tool; even without Cursed Energy resonance, it still packed a punch.
Watching a Curse get poked by a monkey and start screeching was actually kind of hilarious. Geto Suguru had let himself watch for a few extra seconds.
Geto took a few steps closer, raising his free hand.
"Let me see?"
Fuwa Yozora didn't say much. She wasn't high-maintenance; she just placed her wrist in Geto Suguru’s palm.
Her skin was snowy and delicate, but Geto noticed the thick calluses on her hands.
It looked like she’d been training with weapons since she was a kid—likely starting earlier than he had with martial arts.
Thinking back to her getting kidnapped, then going back for those huge dudes with a steel pipe, Geto Suguru wanted to laugh.
Seriously, what was this girl’s deal?
He flipped her wrist over to check it a few times, then leaned in, brushing the hair away from her cheek to inspect the marks on her neck.
Fuwa Yozora subconsciously took a half-step back. The boy’s fingertips were cold, even in the middle of summer.
"Is it bad? It only touched me for a few seconds."
Geto Suguru found that funny.
"You really don't feel the pain? From where I’m standing, that Curse’s hair was practically burrowing into your flesh."
"Hair...?"
"Yeah. Long, writhing hair that moves on its own—"
Was he trying to scare a kid, or was this just some belated trolling?
Fuwa Yozora pulled her hand back, feeling salty. She flexed her wrist, finally realizing where the chill from Geto’s fingertips came from.
"What is that?"
Geto Suguru was holding a black sphere about the size of an egg. it was pitch black and radiated a bad omen.
"The deposit. It’s that Curse—looks like you can see it in this form. Maybe because it’s in a sealed state?"
Geto Suguru casually tossed the black ball up and down a few times. He was in a good mood now, willing to chat with Fuwa Yozora a bit more. After all, a Curse that could hide its presence and residuals was a huge win for him.
"That's the Curse?"
"You can't see its true form. This is my technique—turning Curses into this form lets me create a Binding Vow, putting them completely under my control."
This was way outside her knowledge base, but Fuwa Yozora stared at the black sphere and instinctively asked:
"How do you do the Vow? Do you draw a magic circle?"
Geto Suguru laughed again. He lifted the sphere right up to Fuwa Yozora’s eyes.
From this close, she could feel the weird chill coming off it, along with an indescribable smell. It felt... unpleasant. Because it was a Curse?
She was just an ordinary person with zero Cursed Energy, so her perception was low. If a sorcerer smelled this sphere from this distance, they’d 100% want to gag.
"Nothing that complicated. I just eat it."
That actually shocked Fuwa Yozora.
"Eat it? What do you mean?"
"Literally. Open mouth, swallow."
"..."
Fuwa Yozora stayed quiet, but her pale violet eyes were dead calm, looking like she was convinced he was capping.
But right in front of her, Geto Suguru opened his mouth and swallowed the entire sphere whole.
No chewing. Just a straight-up raw swallow.
A look of pure shock crossed Fuwa Yozora’s porcelain face. She watched as the boy didn't even flinch.
If a normal person swallowed something that big, they’d at least make a face, right?
"That’s... it?"
"Yep."
"It must taste disgusting."
Fuwa Yozora’s comment made Geto Suguru blank for a second. People had asked him what Curses tasted like before, but this was the first time someone just flat-out called it "disgusting."
He tilted his head, looking intrigued.
"Why do you say that?"
"Just a feeling. The vibe I got when that thing grabbed me... I doubt it tastes like a snack."
*What a weird monkey.*
Geto Suguru looked away and started walking out of the building.
"Let's head back. If those wounds aren't treated, they'll spread. Shoko is a pro at this."
"Ieiri-san is a sorcerer too?"
"Yeah. Her specialty is healing."
It felt like a hidden world was finally peeling back its veil for Fuwa Yozora. The numbers over the boy's head being synced with her dad’s was still a huge mystery.
What kind of person was Geto Suguru, really?
Fuwa Yozora didn't know, but for now, they were partners.
On the way back, Fuwa Yozora started feeling drowsy. The Curse’s energy was slowly corroding her body; it wasn't lethal, just exhausting.
"Geto, our partnership... we're keeping it going, right?"
Geto Suguru’s gaze drifted over the sleepy Fuwa Yozora, feeling a strange shift in his mood.
"You're not curious why I’m collecting Curses?"
"Probably to get stronger. I get it."
Right. This was a girl with hands full of calluses. She was probably grinding to get stronger too.
"Fuwa, who are you, exactly?"
Geto Suguru was surprised by his own question. He lowered his voice for the second half, wondering why he even cared about the backstory of a monkey.
"What?"
Fuwa Yozora was truly exhausted, and since Geto had lowered his volume on purpose, she didn't hear him clearly.
"Nothing."
The boy let out a sigh, quickly covering it up. Fuwa Yozora was struggling against her sleepiness and wasn't in the mood to press him.
But the moment they got back to Jujutsu High, Geto Suguru finally found out exactly who Fuwa Yozora was.
Half the mountain of Tokyo Jujutsu High was currently occupied by a fleet of black sedans. The principal—and Geto’s teacher—Yaga Masamichi, looked absolutely livid.
Where the hell had his absolute nightmare of a student taken the Young Lady of the Sanye Group?
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