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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 132: A Somber Sound
The rain outside the window stopped.

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The body of the Mechmaru was a very fragile boy. He was born without his right arm and body from the knees down, he was so fragile that it could be burned by the gentle moonlight.

Like Maki, he was a child born with "restraints". Maki exchanged cursed energy and technique for a powerful body, while Mechamaru exchanged a normal body for the operating range of his technique "Puppet Manipulation". Therefore, the coverage of his technique was so large that it could cover the entire territory of Japan.

His true form was not seen at the Goodwill Event. The more reason was that he did not even have the ability to move freely. The incredible range of coverage of the technique was paid for by a normal body and the ability to speak face to face with companions.

The curse users and cursed spirits who appeared in Master Tengen's barrier at the exchange event have fully proved that the spies Satoru said were not groundless. The Tokyo Jujutsu High had been eliminated, and the remaining one was the Kyoto School. As an insider of the Kyoto School, Utahime came forward to investigate, and the effect was better than if she came forward in person. Although the tea cup was smashed by her in the process of asking for help, the person involved still accepted Satoru's commission with a shameful face.

At five o'clock in the morning, Yayoi received a message from Utahime.

As for why Yayoi received it instead of Satoru, the reason was quite simple. If she could find someone else, Utahime would definitely not find Satoru, that bastard who couldn't learn to respect his seniors.

Utahime was not surprised by Satoru's various weird behaviors. After receiving the news of Satoru's marriage nearly a month ago, she was shocked. The guy who deserved to be single the most was the first to left singlehood. Utahime suddenly felt that it was unjust.

Yayoi was Satoru's wife. According to Satoru's attitude towards Yayoi at the exchange meeting, Satoru had obviously included her in the knowledge of this matter.

So Yayoi was finally let out by her own cat.

As for Satoru, after his wife left, he went to have an interview with Choso. Under the murderous gaze of the eldest brother of the ten brothers, Satoru sat across from him and chatted nonchalantly.

For various reasons, he did not take action directly against the three brothers of the Death Painting Wombs. On the one hand, it was because Megumi established a "bond" with Choso after weighing the pros and cons at the Kawabata family's ancestral home. The content of the "bond" was unclear. Under the circumstances, for the safety of the students, he did not take action. On the other hand, it was because of Choso's attitude towards Yuji. Yesterday he was able to make a hole in his cute student's stomach, and today he was able to run to the enemy's base camp with the other two brothers regardless of life or death.

If you want to get benefits, you must pay a price. Once you violated the "restraints", you would suffer equal harm and benefits. Because it was not clear, it attracted more attention and fear.

The autumn wind carried moist water vapor, and the gray tones spread out on the clear sky. Thick dark clouds covered the sky.

The hoarse cries of crows spread through the mountains far away into the sky of the courtyard.

The rain fell.

The black pine in the courtyard hangs upside down in the pond water, and the mirror-like water had silver-like ripples in circles, densely covering the entire pond.

The raindrops that stumbled and hit the window were like jade beads that had been cut off and fell to the ground. The noisy rain flooded the whole world.

The coffee on the table had long since gone cold.

He added several cubes of sugar to a small cup of coffee. Except for taking a small sip with a frown before the conversation started, he never touched the cup of coffee again.

Satoru touched his chin, raised his leg under the table, pressed it against the thigh of his other leg, and rested his other hand on the back of the sofa erratically.

Choso looked at the careless sitting posture of the guy in front of him, and a sick feeling came to his forehead. For a moment, his heart felt a little congested.

"So, you did all these bad things just to seal me away?" The white-haired man rubbed his chin with his thumb.

"That's right." Choso, who was sitting opposite him, still had a cold face, an expression that could kill him at any time.

"I know there are spies hiding in the high school, but the specific number is unclear." Choso said, "Except for the identity of one person, I can only tell you that the number of spies is more than two."

"Oh?" Satoru raised his eyebrows under the blindfold, "Someone actually knows the identity?"

Choso's frown deepened, and his two brows twisted together almost into a knot.

Why would he want to beat someone up? If this wasn't the Tokyo Jujutsu High, and the opponent wasn't the strongest sorcerer in modern times, if he could beat the opponent, he would have done it long ago.

"The name is uncertain," Choso said, "I can only confirm that he is a student of the Kyoto Jujutsu School, and that the other person's technique is to control puppets."
Because the other person had been using puppets to contact them.

Students, control the puppets.

This range had not only been reduced a lot, it was almost clear at a glance.

The cool autumn breeze carried a lot of water vapor and whistled through the slightly open windows. Dense dark clouds filled the sky, and withered yellow leaves fell from the branches and crushed into the soil.

"Let's change the topic." Satoru crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees.

The rain fell diagonally from the sky, hitting the transparent glass window with crackling crackles, and the spray of water blurred the entire glass.

"Why are you so sure that Yuji is your brother?"

The raindrops brushed against the cheeks, carrying a chill that penetrated the heart and spleen.

At first, it was just a fleeting glance, and it was like a cloud or a piece of dust passing by unintentionally. From the beginning to the end, this man never took his eyes into his sight. However, his eyes have changed now, because it involves his own students. When this man's eyes fell on him, it was as if two mountains were pressing down on his shoulders, unparalleled strength, and a sense of oppression.

The hands placed under the table clenched subconsciously, as if they were locked by a large carnivore. A dense, needle-like chill ran down his spine and climbed all the way to the cerebral cortex.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm just asking casually." The guy opposite waved his hand with a smile, "It's just a casual question."

The thick coldness dissipated in an instant, like ice being shattered.

*crack—*

The thin wind and rain blew the window in the corner open a little, and dark water smeared on the windowsill.

Choso took a deep breath, cold sweat slid down the outline of his forehead, and thought to himself, you are not just asking casually.

After calming down his heartbeat for a while, Choso's eyes couldn't help but start to re-examine this strongest person. He beat Jogo out of his psychological shadow before. It was obviously not unfounded. Although he put on that disgusting and careless appearance, it penetrated into his bones. The strong and oppressive feeling will still overflow in the words unconsciously.

"You know my technique." Choso said slowly.

"Blood Manipulation." Satoru said.
One of the Big Three Sorcerer Families, the ancestral art of the Kamo family.

He had not yet reported the matter of Death Painting Wombs' body-receiving to his superiors. A large part of the reason was that the events he was involved in were too broad, and the rotten oranges above was more courageous than a mouse. Once he knew about the cursed object's receiving-material, the execution order immediately issued without regard to the causes and consequences.

The Death Painting Wombs came from the curse use of the Meiji Era, Noritoshi Kami. The Death Painting Wombs were born more than 150 years ago. How could it be related to the fifteen-year-old Yuji Itadori more than a hundred years later?

Choso lowered his eyelids and looked at the coffee in the cup. The light above his head fell into the brown liquid.

The coffee was made by Ijichi. Before the conversation began, Ijichi was kicked out by Satoru to make coffee. He didn’t like drinking coffee and had never touched something that only humans would drink. But when Ijichi brought the coffee, there was his share.

The white sugar cubes were neatly placed on the two small plates in the middle of the table.

There were also two servings of sugar.

Satoru seemed to have extra trust in this assistant director who seemed to be a little timid. He didn't even want to hide the fact that he was incarnated cursed womb. He directly said that this was the incarnated body of the Death Painting Wombs, which almost scared Ijichi to death. After the coffee was served, he ran out of the reception room as if he was running for his life, and squatted at the door to let out some air.

The spells of the Death Painting Wombs were basically related to blood. The bodies of several brothers all have the same blood flowing through them. This was their connection.

Affected by his own cursed technique, no matter how far away he was, he could sense the changes happening to his brothers through the connected blood.

Choso paused and spoke slowly, "I feel Yuji's death."
"Death" was a huge change for any living thing. A strong "death" was like the waves hitting the rocks. The waves were broken everywhere, and the heart could not calm down no matter what.

As an elder brother, he almost killed his younger brother. This incident would probably be imprinted in Choso's heart for the rest of his life.

Things seem to be more complicated.

Satoru remained silent.

The yew trees in the courtyard shook their heads and shook off bursts of rain, and the drops dropped like silver-white pearls.

In his mind, he went through the special grade cursed spirits he had seen so far that could communicate with people, as well as the curse user who stole Suguru's body, causing Suguru to now only use a fox sock-puppet.

He suddenly thought of the sutures on the curse user's forehead.

"The strongest curse users I have come into contact with so far is Suguru Geto." Choso suddenly said.

"Fake." Satoru curled his lips.

Even if an unsuspecting person mistook a guy for a close friend, he would be very upset.

"Of course, that suture line, he was an impostor." Satoru said firmly.

Choso was stunned for a moment.

A rustling sound came.

Choso subconsciously turned his head and found that the heavy door had been pushed open a small gap.

The eldest brother of the ten brothers frowned, and the gap was opened bit by bit. The guy behind the door seemed to be trying very hard to push the door open, but his work efficiency was obviously not very good.

"Kitsune-chan, you can't go in, Gojo-san is..." Ijichi's voice came from outside the door.

"Ijichi, let him in!" Satoru said.

The movement outside the door suddenly paused, and the crack of the door slid open, and Ijichi walked in carefully holding a black and gray fox. The fox's deep purple eyes seemed familiar to Choso inexplicably.

Satoru waved to Ijichi, and Ijichi, who had been oppressed all year round, understood and put the fox on the sofa smoothly, and then slipped out the door.

Satoru took the opportunity to stroke the fox's furry head. The gray fox shook his head and glanced at Satoru with his dark purple eyes, silently protesting against Satoru's behavior.

"Then let's continue." Satoru said.

There was an extra fox in the reception room, but it didn't have much impact on the conversation. What needed to be said could be continued.

Mentioning sutures, Choso inexplicably thought of Noritoshi Kamo.

Choso clenched his hands uneasily, his brows furrowed even more tightly, and even his pupils became dizzy for a moment.

Satoru, who noticed his strange reaction, paused and remained silent in a considerate manner.

"My 'parents' are three in total. "Choso said, "Mother, the cursed spirit that made my mother pregnant, and the one who mixed his own blood into it... Noritoshi Kamo."

The notorious curse user, Noritoshi Kamo.

"On his forehead, there is a suture line that is exactly the same as 'Suguru Geto'. "Choso said.

The dark clouds outside the window still showed no intention of dispersing. They were densely covering the sky above the Jujutsu Tech, and not a single ray of light could fall into the world.

It's not difficult to understand. There were too many techniques that use corpses as a medium.

Satoru thought.

Choso immediately noticed that the fox sitting on the sofa had dark purple eyes that were as sharp as razor blades, and did not look like a cute pet at all.

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Not long after the conversation ended, neither of them left the reception room. Satoru received Yayoi's message. Early this morning, his wife went out to find Utahime from the Kyoto School next door.

Satoru had been depressed for a long time, what's so good about Utahime? Was Utahime as beautiful as him? Utahime didn’t have soft pads and fluffy fur, so what’s so good about Utahime?

Utahime-sensei: Achoo!
Utahime-sensei: ???

Satoru was nagging in his heart and made up his mind that if his wife didn't coax him properly when she came back, he would never forgive Utahime!

Utahime-sensei: Achoo!
Utahime-sensei: ???

Satoru swiped open the screen of his phone and the first thing he saw was a messy embankment. After a moment, he recognized it as a reservoir on the outskirts of Kyoto. The mechanical-like cursed corpse was hanging half-dead on the embankment, obviously badly damaged.

Satoru said 'wow'.

According to the address provided by Choso, this reservoir was the meeting place between Kyoto School’s spy student and the curse user. At the same time, Utahime set the target of suspicion on her own students. Yayoi received news from Utahime on the way to Kyoto School. [—Mechamaru is no longer at the Kyoto campus.]

Although he had asked Kento to stay there in advance, the meeting time was a little faster than he expected, but it happened to fall on the spot where Utahime exposed him.

So Yayoi decisively changed her route to the reservoir.

A few photos were sent under the photo of the reservoir. They were all in a mess. Kento, who was always meticulous, had become a drowned rat. His jacket was torn in several places and his clothes were completely wet from top to bottom. There was also an extremely pale boy on the body of the reliable adult.

A new face that he had never seen before.

But Satoru was basically certain that the boy was the spy student.

Satoru moved his fingers, and as the screen went downwards, his eyes sank unconsciously.

There were two targets to get together with the spy student, the special grade cursed spirit Mahito, and the fake "Suguru Geto".

—I'm so tired and my clothes are soaked.
The emoticon was a pitiful cat head with droopy ears.

The coldness in his eyes collapsed instantly.

Satoru smiled, put the phone in his pocket, turned to Choso and said, "Yuji's affairs, don't tell him yet."

Choso was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant.

Now that the identity of the impostor could be determined to be the curse user who created the Death Painting Wombs 150 years ago, although the technique was unclear, it could basically be confirmed that it was a technique that took over other people's bodies to achieve the cost of replacing one's own body.

Since he had the ability to create the Death Painting Wombs, it was not impossible to create a "Sukuna's vessel" even if he had lived to this day.

To this day, Yuji believed that he was a normal human being. His parents fell in love and got married. Then he was born into this world in the same way that every normal human being was born. Suddenly, he was told that his existence was because of someone with ulterior motives, and his life had suffered. His life had been subverted, even his existence had been subverted. For a fifteen-year-old underage boy, the blow was tantamount to being born without the meaning of existence.

For people whose existence had been denied, especially people like Yuji who planned to dedicate himself to saving others from the very beginning, just thinking about the consequences, Satoru didn't think there would be any good results.

"I know." Choso said, "I won't explain the reason to him, but I will still tell him that I am his big brother."

Satoru smiled, rather wickedly, "What if Yuji must ask why?"

Choso paused.

Satoru: "Yayoi and Yuji are not related by blood."

Choso: "It doesn't matter, she is the sister that Yuji considers, that is our sister."
Don't try to sow discord between us brother and sister.

Satoru curled his lips and reached out to pick up the fox sitting on the sofa, grinding his teeth secretly and looking fiercely.

Geto the Fox: ???

"Then if Yuji asks, just say that your brain was caught in the door and you suddenly want a younger brother or sister." Satoru said on a whim, picked up the fox and walked out of the conference room with his long legs.

Choso: "..."
Your special brain had just been pinched by the door. Now I really want to pinch your brain with the door panel!

Choso was so angry that he grabbed two handfuls of his own little cute hair buns. When he turned around, he suddenly found that the rain outside the window had stopped.

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