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"That guy possesses an impressive physique," Madara muttered under his breath.
Casually sliding his hands into his trouser pockets, Madara strolled leisurely.
Even though his Sharingan remained closed, his remarkable perception still allowed him to discern Fushiguro's astonishing physical prowess.
Moreover, Fushiguro's adept mastery of his own formidable strength further added to his remarkable skillset.
Even if Madara exclusively wielded chopsticks and relied solely on sheer power and technique, victory in the ultimate clash wasn't a certainty.
In that decisive face-off...
Enveloping a chopstick in his grip with an additional layer of chakra, Madara amplified its strength.
As anticipated, Fushiguro, who lacked such enhancements, yielded the expected outcome—defeat at Madara's hands.
Granted, there lingered a trace of suspicion regarding potential foul play. Yet, preceding that simple bout, no stipulation was set against utilizing additional capabilities.
Moreover, Madara hadn't exerted an excessive amount of force.
In truth, for Madara, it was all in the spirit of amusement, as he had indicated.
Should an authentic confrontation arise, even one of life and death—
The sole victor would remain unchanged, as it was this time: Madara.
"Interesting..."
Abruptly, as if unearthing a revelation, Madara pivoted on his heel, fixing his gaze in a particular direction. His eyes transformed into the Sharingan, an emblem of his heightened perception.
Yet, just as swiftly, his irises reverted to their original obsidian hue, tinged now with a flicker of intrigue.
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"Miss, should we consider going elsewhere?"
Misato cast a gaze toward Riko Amauchi, who appeared to be relishing her meal.
"I'm thinking of revisiting that mall. Lately, I've been growing, and my old clothes are starting to feel a bit snug."
Riko offered a nod, her response marked by a blend of emotions—anticipation, enthusiasm, and an undertone of unresolved reluctance.
Yet, an unspoken weight lingered in Riko's expression...
"..."
Riko's parents had tragically passed away during her formative years. As the sole guardian in Riko Amauchi's world, Misato recognized that concealing feelings wasn't something the young Miss Riko was adept at.
Miss Riko had been nurtured as the Star Plasma Vessel from a tender age, her life purpose bound to the impending day of assimilation with Master Tengen from the Jujutsu realm.
Upon that fateful juncture, Miss Riko would relinquish all that she held dear, merging into Master Tengen's being in the role of the 'Star Plasma Vessel.' Her purpose would be to rejuvenate Master Tengen's Techniques.
With each passing moment, the countdown grew ever closer, leaving only a handful of days.
Despite the nearing reality, Miss Riko strove diligently to veil the disquiet gnawing at her heart, all in an effort to shield those around her from distress.
However, such pretenses were impossible to maintain in the presence of someone who had been her steadfast companion, day in and day out, for numerous years.
Miss Riko's increasing fascination with uncharted territories and novel experiences hadn't escaped Misato's keen observation. This trend was conspicuous, evident in the way she delved into unfamiliar realms.
It was this very inclination that made it arduous for Misato to decline when Tennai Riko beseeched her for an outing, despite the lurking threat posed by malevolent Curse Users. The imperative was to remain vigilant, even as they ventured forth.
After a brief internal struggle, Misato eventually relented.
The incident at the restaurant had stirred an unsettling mixture of anxiety and urgency within her. Consequently, as they embarked on the search for a new eatery, she took it upon herself to dispatch a message to Jujutsu High School, urging them to deploy a safeguard for Miss Riko's protection.
Misato's reason for reaching out to Jujutsu High School was grounded in the potential vulnerability of Miss Riko's position, warranting the protective presence of seasoned Jujutsu Sorcerors. Swiftly, the anticipated response arrived: assurance that Jujutsu Sorcerors of special grade from the institution would be dispatched to provide safeguard and guidance.
Clutching the specialized communication device furnished by the school, Misato found solace in the prompt and affirmative reply.
"However, Miss Riko, perhaps we should keep our outing relatively brief today. Once the Jujutsu Sorcerors assigned to safeguard you are in proximity, we can then..."
"I understand."
Even before Misato could articulate her suggestion fully, Riko responded, her determination unswayed.
A hint of disappointment briefly crossed Riko's delicate countenance.
"This is all done to ensure your safety, Miss Riko," Misato voiced with a tinge of understanding as she observed Riko's reaction.
Behind her concern lay a deeper apprehension. Though the day of Riko's assimilation with Master Tengen was a few days away, Misato's paramount concern was the protection of her during this crucial period. Prudence dictated a reduction in outdoor activities.
Regrettably, this precaution would inadvertently deny Riko certain experiences for the time being.
Once the Jujutsu Sorcerors arrived, Misato planned to negotiate with them, urging them to grant Riko more room for leisure and activities.
Misato accompanied Riko as they explored a clothing store.
"Ah, Kuroi, this dress looks amazing!" Riko's delight was palpable.
Misato admired the dress as well. "Indeed, it suits you so well. Should we consider buying it?"
Riko hesitated. "No, let's see if there's anything even better. I want to explore some more."
Amidst their shopping, Riko picked up an outfit recommended by a store assistant. However, she soon realized that her proportions didn't align with the dress's size, leading her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.
Quickly handing the dress to Misato, who also struggled with the size, Riko moved on to another section of the store.
"Ahhh!"
The variety of styles left her both amazed and slightly overwhelmed. The selections ranged from innocent and conventional to daring and provocative, evoking strong reactions. Her cheeks still flushed, Riko was particularly taken aback by a black outfit that appeared before her eyes, causing her face to heat up even more.
Her eyes widened like precious gems, reflecting both astonishment and embarrassment. When she glimpsed a certain black item, her face seemed to radiate heat.
"Miss, Miss!"
Misato, who caught up with her, quickly guided Riko out of the store.
As they exited the store, Misato Kuroi felt her cheeks redden upon noticing the smirking female clerk nearby, who was trying to stifle her laughter.
"Miss, that store only sells clothing, not undergarments."
"Hey, you're being overly cautious!"
Tenuchi Riko, who had regained her composure, felt a mixture of embarrassment and amusement at her earlier reaction as she heard Misato Kuroi's words.
She approached the next store with a newfound caution. However, upon confirming that it indeed stocked only clothes, she breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to pick out various beautiful outfits to try on.
The school uniform section displayed a variety of outfits, showcasing the youthful and beautiful aura that girls of her age typically exude.
Transitioning to the JK-style attire, Riko tried on several sets that fully embodied her youthful charm.
She then switched to a few Lolita-inspired ensembles, embracing an image of pure and adorable innocence.
Following that, she settled on a purple and white striped T-shirt paired with white wide-leg pants. A sun hat atop her head added a touch of playful flair.
Not too far away from the clothing store, an oddly dressed woman with thick red lips curled into a subtle smile.
"It looks like they're the ones."