Swoosh!
Utahime ran with cold sweat soaking her clothes as a dozen cursed energies chased her from behind. Her stamina was depleted, and her speed was getting slower.
"Fuck!" Utahime threw away her professional image, cursing in anger and irritation as she looked back over her shoulder, only for her heart to skip a beat in fear.
"Ahh!" Utahime let out a startled cry as a claw was inches from her eyes, and just as it was about to hit her, Akira arrived at the scene.
Boom!
Pop! 13x
Thirteen loud pops echoed around Utahime, clearing the dust and curses with a shockwave. Utahime fell onto her ass, watching as the dozen Grade 2 curses chasing her popped like balloons before disintegrating.
A mature, but still childish voice entered her ear, causing Utahime to look back and catch a faint image of Akira.
"Make sure to be careful, there are still cursed spirits roaming the area," Akira's voice reached their ears for a brief moment before he vanished as if teleporting.
"Akira... This is the second time I was saved by him..." Utahime pursed her lips, her brows furrowing cutely as her cheeks turned slightly red with helplessness.
Swoosh!
Akira shot towards Geto's location, kicking the air pockets and currents with precision, as if he were flying.
Bang!
Akira smashed down from the sky next to Geto, blowing the severely injured man on the verge of death back a bit.
"Hehehe~," Geto chuckled in pain as he looked up at Akira, his taller stature overshadowing his blood-painted face, his left hand gripping his wound.
'Looks like this is all I amounted to... Not even able to make a young teen tremble in my presence...' Geto thought bitterly as his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Akira Shokkotsu... What do you want? To glee in my face?" Geto spoke with a struggle as he fell onto his knees, leaning against the remaining part of a building.
Akira came to a stop in front of him. He looked down at Geto's body, no hint of pity and empathy in his cold red eyes. He crouched down, coming face-to-face with Geto.
"No, I don't glee at people like you," Akira spoke.
"At first, I thought you were pathetic. But now that I get a better look at you, I can see that you were willing to give anything for your dream, even your life," Akira spoke with a hint of respect in his voice as he locked eyes with a surprised Geto.
"No matter how dumb a dream looks, you chased it, even if it made you look like a clown," Akira continued coldly, not giving a damn about Geto's emotions.
"Hehe... Your praise means a lot to me, I guess... Even though you're just a non-sorcerer monkey who can't even use jujutsu..." Geto laughed to himself in self-mockery as he clenched his fist.
"Well, everyone has a role to play in life, mine is just different, like how yours is different. In the end, it's you who decides what to do with that role," Akira reached out, holding Geto's remaining hand in his, pinching Geto's finger.
'What is he doing?' Geto narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"You didn't come to just say this, right? So tell me then, what the hell do you want?" Geto questioned, coughing out in pain as blood continued to leak from his wounds.
"You probably know about Yuka's cursed technique by now... Thank you for your kind donation."
Crack!
"Argh!"
A groan of pain left Geto as Akira pulled a finger clean off his knuckle in an instant, tearing flesh and skin, pulling bone from bone as if it were soft, wet paper.
"I'll make sure Yuka makes better use of this powerful cursed technique. This time for the better, instead of being wasted on a suicidal plan," Akira mentioned to Geto as he stood up from his crouching position.
Looking into the distance, Akira saw Gojo flying towards his location. He probably didn't teleport because he wants to make sure Geto is on his last leg when he arrives.
He would probably have Shoko heal him if he arrived too early. Akira can see it from the worry and anguish in Gojo's eyes.
'Probably someone close to him in the past,' Akira came to the conclusion, a hint of pity for Gojo in his eyes.
"This is where we part ways, I guess. Adios, Geto."
Swoosh!
Akira vanished before arriving next to Yuka and Maki. The two were talking to each other, both of them were healed from their injuries by Rika, who was now back in the ring around Yuka's neck.
They turned to look at Akira, their gazes unfriendly and even irritated.
"Yo! Seems like nothing bad happened during my absence... I am glad you two are okay, and also proud of you two for taking care of this on your own!"
Akira waved his hand at Maki and Yuka with a grin as he walked towards the two. He looked around, noting the massive destruction.
Almost half of Kyoto was destroyed in the fighting.
'This is gonna cost a pretty penny to build back up... But the Japanese government should be able to handle this,' Akira thought with pity.
"Tch! Whatever you say...When is that confession going to happen?" Maki crossed her arms as she turned to face him. Yuka's displeased face peeked out from behind her, glaring at Akira in distress.
"Yeah! You confessed to that other woman who was more than double your age, even though you barely knew her, but you couldn't confess to two beautiful girls who love you, and are your age?!" Yuka aided Maki from behind her, huffing in annoyance.
"Technically, it wasn't really a confession..." Akira scratched his head in awkwardness as he looked at the two annoyed girls in front of him, his lips curling into a grin.
"But since you two asked, how about we go on another next week? Then you'll get what you want so much~," Akira teased with a grin.
"Yes!" Yuka squealed happily.
"Finally stopped being a pussy, I see... Better than nothing," Maki turned around, her ears slightly red as she spoke, trying to hide the excitement in her tone.
"So cute~," Akira muttered wiht a tender look in his eyes.
In the ruins of Kyoto, Geto continued leaning on the rubble, his head down as blood pooled under him. His breathing was shallow, and he looked as if he could die any moment from blood loss.
"Geto... Do you have any last words you wanna say to me or anyone else?" Gojo asked solemnly, his badges off, his eyes locked wiht a grinning Geto.
"You got some fine students, Gojo... Looks like you finally have people who don't see you as a weapon....," Geto spoke, his voice quiet and shallow, barely able to speak at all.
"Yeah.... But I am still missing one friend by my side," Gojo replied with a chuckle. Geto chuckled with a hint of sorrow at his friend's words.
"Satoru, no matter what anyone says... I hate those jujutsuless Monkeys! It won't change, no matter what..." Geto finished, venom in his voice as the sound of clapping, and the vision of a sword slashing him in the chest flashed through his mind.
"Oh, and here... Return this for me, will you?" Geto threw a card at Gojo.
Gojo caught Geto's Jujutsu ID card, all the while Geto stopped breathing, his body going limp.
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