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The two figures barring the path of Misato and Riko were combat members of the "Q" organization, having hurriedly arrived after receiving a signal from Umegawa.
Adorned in military-style coats, these men donned high-necked black long coats along with black masks concealing their faces. The military caps they wore were emblazoned with a "Q" insignia on the forward-facing brim.
"That's the Star Plasma Vessel, right? And the other one... the one who took down worthless Masato?" observed Miroku, a stout and short figure, as he narrowed his eyes at Kuroi.
"Despite Masato's role being confined to reconnaissance, for an amateur, he's proven quite competent," Miroku remarked, his stout form giving a nod of acknowledgment.
Nodding slowly, Darko, tall and slender, elegantly stroked his gloved hands.
He seemed to ignore Misato entirely, not even casting a glance her way.
Misato's anxiety manifested as a solitary bead of sweat tracing the curve of her cheek.
Her worst fears were realized.
The disparity in demeanor between these two individuals and the previous female Curse User was stark.
"Mistress, I'll hold them off, you make your escape!" Misato's gaze remained fixed on the pair before her, vigilant of their every motion. She didn't dare allow a moment of distraction that might be exploited.
"Misato, I..." Riko began, sensing a shift in Kuroi's stance.
"Mistress, your safety is my utmost priority. I will seize an opportunity to escape once you are secure."
"I'll be fine!" Misato declared and charged at the two combatants from the Curse User group [Q], brandishing her broom.
Kuroi...
Riko Amauchi's initial impulse was to join the fight alongside Kuroi. However, the tense atmosphere and the severity of the situation made her reconsider.
After a moment of hesitation, Riko finally turned around and fled in the opposite direction, her head down.
"Kuroi, please come back safely!" she called out, her voice tinged with worry.
While she was indeed the Star Plasma Vessel destined for Master Tengen's assimilation, Riko was still just an ordinary person, lacking any combat abilities.
Misato could do nothing but offer her silent prayers, hoping for Kuroi's safety.
"As long as Miss Kuroi is safe, I can find solace," Kuroi thought as she noticed Riko's retreating form.
With Riko out of immediate danger, Kuroi's expression softened, a small smile of relief playing on her lips.
However...
"You think you can just run away? You're underestimating us, aren't you?" a voice suddenly broke the tense silence.
Misato's eyes widened in realization.
In an instant, she comprehended that only one Curse User remained from the initial duo.
A sudden gust of wind swept by, its force compelling Kuroi to halt her advance as she struggled to maintain her balance.
In that moment, she sensed a looming danger and swiftly turned her gaze towards Riko's direction.
To her shock, she witnessed Miroku, the short and stout Curse User, descending upon Riko Tennai.
"Ah!"
The impact of the landing launched Riko into the air, her cry of pain piercing the tense atmosphere.
"Miss!"
Anxiety etched across her features, Kuroi was ready to surge forward in an attempt to reach Riko as quickly as possible.
"I told you not to underestimate us, amateur."
Without a moment's notice, Darko materialized behind Misato, landing a forceful blow to her head.
The sudden, sharp sound of impact reverberated as Darko's punch carried an unparalleled strength and speed, far beyond what Masato had displayed earlier.
Kuroi swiftly spun around, using her broom as a makeshift defense. However, the broom snapped under the immense force, leaving her defenseless.
She was sent flying, her body rotating in the air before tumbling several times on the ground.
Darko flexed his wrist, his body surging with potent Cursed Energy. An oppressive aura enveloped him, casting a heavy shadow over the scene.
"Umegawa, that worthless scout, specializes in gathering information. We, on the other hand, are part of [Q]'s combat division."
In Curse User Group [Q],
members are divided into distinct roles, with combat and reconnaissance divisions having distinct functions and varying levels of strength.
Combat members engage in battles, while reconnaissance members are tasked with locating targets.
All members within the group hold strength in high regard, resulting in combatants often looking down upon those with non-combat roles.
"It appears we'll earn accolades this time for eliminating the Star Plasma Vessel and disrupting Tengen's assimilation."
Miroku maintained a seemingly friendly smile on his face, though the sinister and devious glint in his narrowed eyes sent shivers down one's spine.
"To prevent any unexpected surprises, let's resolve this swiftly."
Darko flicked away the debris on his gloves before advancing toward Riko.
"Understood, understood."
Miroku's smile remained unchanged, but his plump palm became enveloped in a dark, viscous Cursed Energy, enhancing the eerie vibe emanating from him.
"Miss!"
Seeing Miroku about to take action, Kuroi attempted to rise.
As Kuroi struggled, a wave of excruciating pain surged through her body. She tried to muster the strength to intervene, but Miroku's assault was already in motion.
"Am... am I going to die?" Kuroi's cry reached Riko's ears, and in her line of sight, the hand emanating a somber aura was steadily closing in.
A feeling of icy despair gripped Riko's heart, leaving her utterly helpless. It was as though she had been plunged into an icy abyss.
Her delicate frame quivered involuntarily, her widened eyes glistening like shimmering crystals.
"With the death of the Star Plasma Vessel, Tengen will lose the means to rejuvenate its physical essence, and the entire Jujutsu world will be thrown into chaos!"
Miroku's grin grew more twisted, his eyes mere slits as he stared.
His visage transformed into that of a malevolent spirit, his features contorted into a grotesque mask of malice.
"Your demise holds significance—find honor in it!"
"Ha ha ha ha!" Bessie's laughter echoed with unabashed glee.
His palm, charged with potent Cursed Energy, descended upon Riko's head with menacing intent.
In the very next heartbeat, Riko's life would be extinguished on this very spot.
However, in a sudden turn of events, a youthful voice laced with jesting tones intervened from above.
"Quite the lively scene you've got here."
"What's all the commotion about? Care to fill me in?"