Chapter 32: The Arrival of Gojo and Geto
"Tsk, pathetically weak."
Gojo Satoru flicked his hand, as if merely brushing off a bit of dust, his pale blue Six Eyes flickering with a playful glint behind his sunglasses.
Almost at the same time, along the escape route of another Curse User, the shadows on the ground began to squirm like living creatures. Immediately after, a massive, rune-covered flying Cursed Spirit burst from the shadows, opening its maw filled with sharp teeth to unleash a silent roar.
The Cursed Spirit's massive body completely blocked the path ahead. The terrifying pressure it emitted caused the Curse User to be struck with terror, causing him to slam on the brakes and freeze in place.
Geto Suguru walked out from behind the Cursed Spirit with composure, a gentle yet chilling smile on his face: "Wanting to leave without even saying hello is a bit too rude, don't you think?"
He raised his hand slightly, and another slightly smaller but extremely fast ape-like Cursed Spirit lunged out. Its sharp claws, gleaming with a cold light, precisely shattered the Curse User's knee.
The scream was cut short halfway through, strangled in his throat by another heavy blow, and the second Curse User completely lost consciousness.
From the moment Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru appeared to the instant the two elite members of the Q Organization were subdued, the entire process took no more than a breath.
The Mangekyo in Toho Hiroshi's eyes slowly stopped spinning, returning to their normal state.
He glanced at the two unconscious individuals and frowned slightly: "Why are you here?"
"Obviously to help~"
Gojo Satoru walked over with his hands in his pockets, his steps leisurely. His Six Eyes curiously scrutinized Amanai Riko, who was being shielded behind Toho Hiroshi, looking terrified. "Wow, so this is the little Star Plasma Vessel? She looks scared to death."
Geto Suguru also walked over. He first glanced at the traces of the battle—the severed remains of the Cursed Spirit, the holes in the walls, and the corpses of the Curse Users who had already perished—a flicker of understanding crossing his eyes: "It seems our arrival was a bit redundant. Hao, you were perfectly capable of handling this on your own."
He looked at Toho Hiroshi, his tone carrying a hint of teasing, but mostly acknowledging his companion's strength: "Principal Yaga made a last-minute adjustment, saying there might be a significant commotion here. He was worried you wouldn't be able to handle it alone, or that you might be lured away, so he had us finish up our tasks and rush over immediately. But looking at it now..."
Geto Suguru's gaze swept over the enemies who had been precisely and efficiently slaughtered, "It seems we were overthinking it."
Gojo Satoru leaned in close to Toho Hiroshi, nudging him with his elbow, and lowered his voice with a mischievous grin: "Hey, hey, seven days of being a personal bodyguard, huh~ Did anything interesting happen? Has little Riko caused you any trouble?"
Although he lowered his voice, everyone present heard it clearly.
Amanai Riko's originally pale face instantly flushed red, and she glared at Gojo Satoru, both embarrassed and annoyed: "You rude person! What nonsense are you spouting!"
However, her hand clutching Toho Hiroshi's hem tightened, and she subconsciously shrank further behind him.
The series of attacks and killings just now had truly terrified her. Although two strong reinforcements who appeared to be Toho Hiroshi's companions had arrived, the appearance of strangers still made her feel uneasy. Only the silent, strong figure in front of her could provide her with a sense of security.
Toho Hiroshi ignored Gojo Satoru's teasing and said to Geto Suguru: "You came just in time. I'll leave the cleanup to you."
He glanced at the mess on the ground, "This place needs to be taken care of."
"Don't worry, leave it to us."
Geto Suguru nodded and skillfully began summoning Cursed Spirits for cleanup and transport.
Gojo Satoru also shrugged and took out his phone: "Got it, got it. I'll call the 'Window' people to come and scrub the place."
Toho Hiroshi then turned slightly and whispered to Amanai Riko behind him: "It's alright now. They are my classmates, and they are also here to protect you."
His voice remained calm, yet it carried a strange, soothing power.
Amanai Riko looked up at his profile, which was so close, her heartbeat slowly calming down, and she gave a soft "Mm."
Gojo Satoru watched this scene, his eyebrows raised high beneath his sunglasses, the corners of his mouth widening into an even larger, gossipy grin. He was just about to say something more, but was stopped by a look from Geto Suguru.
Geto Suguru shook his head slightly, signaling him to be mindful of the occasion and the atmosphere.
Gojo Satoru pouted and ultimately didn't speak again, though his expression clearly read "I'll interrogate you later."
Toho Hiroshi's perception still enveloped the surroundings, his Sharingan vigilantly observing every corner.
The Q Organization's attack had been dismantled, and his companions had arrived just in time.
But the string in his heart did not relax.
He knew these were merely appetizers.
The true test, that "tyrant of heaven" Toji Fushiguro, who had accepted a massive commission from the Star Plasma Cult with the goal of hunting down the Star Plasma Vessel, had yet to appear.
He was like a venomous snake lurking in the deepest shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal strike.
...
Time flew by, and only the last three days remained.
Amanai Riko stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting the tie of her school uniform, her eyes filled with complex, unspeakable emotions. There was fear of assimilation, confusion about the future, but more than anything, it was a farewell made with determination.
"Toho, let's go to school again today."
She turned around, her tone carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling, yet it was unusually firm, "I... want to say a proper goodbye to my classmates."
Toho Hiroshi looked at her and did not answer immediately.
His Sharingan could clearly perceive the anxiety and determination surging beneath her calm exterior.
"Sure."
He finally nodded, "We will ensure your safety."
"We?"
Amanai Riko was slightly taken aback.
When she walked out of the apartment and saw that it wasn't just Toho Hiroshi at the door, her eyes widened in surprise.
Gojo Satoru was lazing against the wall, wearing his signature small round sunglasses, and waved with a grin: "Morning, little Star Plasma Vessel~ It's the last few days, so we're here to be your temporary cheerleaders!"
Geto Suguru stood to the side, his expression much gentler: "At the final stretch, having more people is safer. Don't worry, we won't disturb you saying goodbye to your friends."
Amanai Riko looked at these two suddenly appearing Jujutsu Sorcerers, and the sadness born from the impending departure in her heart was suddenly diluted, replaced by an indescribable sense of relief, and a little bit of being flattered.
"Hmph, do... whatever you want."
She turned her head away, her earlobes slightly red, and headed toward the school first.
On the way to school, and inside the school, the assassination attempts indeed did not stop.
The fanatics of the Star Plasma Cult seemed to have fallen into a final madness, and the attacks by Curse Users became more frequent and unscrupulous.
During the break, Riko went to the vending machine to buy a drink. A slime-covered cursed insect suddenly squirmed out of the coin slot, lunging straight at her face.
Sizzle!
A trace of imperceptible black spark flashed by, and the cursed insect instantly turned into nothingness.
Toho Hiroshi was standing by her side, not knowing when he had arrived, as if he had merely brushed off some dust.
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