Night provided the best protection, burying countless unknown things.
Toji looked down at the woman leaning against him, too tired to move, then quietly got out of bed.
Drip.
Turning on the TV, he watched the sports match with boredom, guessing which team would win this time.
Whoosh.
A wind seemed to blow from nowhere in the room, and Toji looked behind him.
There, a woman shrouded in a long robe appeared out of thin air.
'She's a troublesome woman, but there's no killing intent.'
He made a judgment in his heart.
"Who are you? You want to join in?"
Saying this, he turned around, revealing a strong physique that would captivate not only women but even men.
For Toji, who possessed the strongest body, dealing with two women was no problem at all.
This was also why rich women always sought him out.
'Ah, I forgot to send living expenses to Megumi and them. I'll go back tomorrow.'
He scratched his head.
"Unfortunately, you're not my type."
Medea's expression remained unchanged at his words.
If Artoria or the other female Heroic Spirits were present, they might have been disgusted by what he said.
But Medea was a hero from the age of Greek mythology.
She had seen too many heroes who flaunted their muscles, whose personalities, to put it nicely, were frank and straightforward, and to put it bluntly, were barbaric and rude.
However, there were also Heroic Spirits who might be interested in someone like Toji.
For example, Medb.
If Medb were here, she might have already tried to conquer him.
"Then why are you looking for a man late at night?"
He scratched his head again, clearly uninterested.
To be honest, one rich woman wasn't enough for him.
"Tomorrow, your old friend will come to you with a commission. Are you interested in earning some extra money?"
"I haven't taken commissions in years."
After confirming the woman had no ill intent, his gaze returned to the television.
"I know, but he'll persuade you to take the job. My request is simple."
Medea walked up to him.
"First, when you execute the commission, do not damage the target's brain and ensure the body remains intact. That shouldn't be hard for you, right?"
He gave no reaction.
"Second, after the commission is over, help clean up some trash."
Medea raised her hand, and stacks of cash fell onto the sofa from within her purple robe.
"The full payment is 500 million. This 50 million is the deposit."
With that, she turned and left.
"Oh, by the way, the commission your friend brings tomorrow is also for 500 million."
After saying that, she disappeared from the room.
"A woman playing at being a ghost."
Toji glanced at the spot where she had vanished.
Then his gaze fell on the cash on the sofa.
"I'll just take this money to Megumi and them."
As for the commission?
No one could force him to take a job he didn't want to do.
She left the money herself. He didn't steal it, so why return it?
He casually grabbed a trash bag, packed the cash, and left the villa, taking a taxi back home.
The next day, after settling things with the rich woman, Toji received a phone call.
It was from an acquaintance whose name he almost couldn't remember.
After hanging up, his eyes grew serious.
"Interesting."
It wouldn't be strange if Kong had a job for him. Even though he hadn't taken a commission in years, he was once an ace, the Sorcerer Killer.
But the appearance of that mysterious woman who seemed to know everything made it different.
"Like a chess piece placed on a board?"
He understood the situation.
Though usually lazy and withdrawn, Toji's combat power and intelligence were top class.
In the original timeline, he relied on meticulous planning to weaken Satoru as much as possible, and then, using various pre-prepared methods, nearly killed him.
That alone showed how sharp he was.
"Let me look forward to it."
He stood up and headed to the meeting point Kong mentioned.
His body had started to rust after being idle for too long.
Time to see who dared to drag him, the Heavenly Restriction, into this.
If he wasn't satisfied… Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"Emiya-kun."
"What is it?"
Emiya, who was cleaning, looked up at Masamichi.
"It's an emergency mission. The difficulty is very high, and Headquarters specifically requested you to handle it."
"Oh?"
Emiya frowned slightly.
A sudden emergency wasn't rare, but Eichi had just warned him days ago that something was going to happen, and now he was being sent away?
"What kind of mission?"
"In a temple in Nagasaki, several Curse Users have taken over a dozen children as hostages to threaten Headquarters. This incident is extremely serious. Headquarters hopes you can suppress it quickly."
His heart sank.
"What are their demands? And why send me instead of someone nearby?"
Nagasaki was far from Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"They're demanding 30 billion yen in cash, three Special Grade cursed tools, and a car with a full tank of gas."
"As for why you, after local sorcerers investigated the temple, they found a Special Grade Cursed Spirit inside."
A Special Grade Cursed Spirit?
"They can control one?"
"I don't know. This case is very complicated. Curse Users, hostages, a Special Grade Cursed Spirit. Any mistake could lead to irreversible consequences. That's why you were chosen."
Masamichi looked straight at him.
He didn't know the bigger picture, only that this was a highly serious case.
"I understand."
Emiya nodded.
Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, he couldn't sit back and ignore it.
"I'll have a car take you there immediately."
Masamichi breathed a sigh of relief.
Yuki was overseas and couldn't be relied on. Others weren't strong enough or lacked experience in complex cases.
In his eyes, this arrangement wasn't wrong.
Emiya, who had handled countless difficult missions, was the best choice.
As Masamichi left, Emiya made up his mind.
Complete the rescue and exorcism as quickly as possible, then wait for Eichi's summon.
If he was fast enough, Eichi could use a Command Spell to bring him back the moment his strength was needed.
(To be continued.)
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