"What efforts will people make in the name of their loved ones? Everything, including kidnapping a child,"
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The Effort
Yuna blinked in surprise as she padded to the kitchen in the early morning, her plans for a quiet shower interrupted by an unusual sight.
There stood her husband, Toji, already awake, flipping something in a pan while cradling their son, Megumi, effortlessly in one arm.
"It's rare to see you up this early, Toji-kun," Yuna said with a soft smile, leaning against the doorway.
Toji glanced back, his lips quirking up as he set the pan down. "Morning, my dear. You're up early too. Go ahead and take your shower, and then we'll have breakfast. There's something I need to talk to you about." He turned slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
Yuna responded by kissing both her husband's and Megumi's cheeks before heading to the bathroom.
After her shower, refreshed and dressed, Yuna noticed something strange. Their bedroom felt... empty. The family photos that usually adorned the walls were gone, and the wardrobe stood open and eerily bare.
"Toji-kun?" she called, her voice tinged with confusion.
"Yeah, honey?" his voice came from the kitchen.
"Where are the photos? And our clothes? Why is everything gone?"
"I packed them all into suitcases," Toji replied casually.
"What? Why?"
"I'll explain after breakfast. Just wear the clothes I left on the bed, okay?"
Bewildered but trusting, Yuna did as instructed. Once she joined Toji in the kitchen, she found him dishing out breakfast, an unreadable look on his face. They ate quickly, the atmosphere tinged with an odd tension.
After clearing his plate, Toji leaned back, his eyes meeting Yuna's.
"Honey," he began.
"Yes, Toji-kun?"
"I know this seems sudden, but we need to leave the apartment—now. Fifteen minutes tops."
Her fork paused mid-air. "What? Why? "
Toji raised an eyebrow.
"Sweetheart, I destroyed a hospital. It's definitely will draws attention including curse users community and Jujutsu Sect. They'll figure out what happened soon enough," Toji continued. "They'll start searching the city. We can't stay here. We need to find a place to lay low."
"For... how long?"
"At least a couple of weeks," he brushing her hand with his. "I called in a favor. We can stay at my friend's old family house in a village. It's far enough from here."
"Shi Woo is it? Your childhood friend?" Yuna asked, her mind racing to catch up.
Toji nodded. "Coworker but yes. I've got bus tickets. We need to leave quietly. No goodbyes. The neighbors can't know where we're going."
Yuna swallowed her nerves and nodded. "Okay. I'll grab my jacket."
Within minutes, they were on their way, Toji carrying their suitcases and Yuna cradling Megumi. The bus ride was quite long, the passengers gradually thinning until only their little family and the driver remained.
"Last stop, Yamatsuki Village!" the driver called, his voice echoing in the empty bus.
Toji hauled the suitcases down with practiced ease while Yuna carefully stepped off, Megumi snuggled against her shoulder. The chill of the countryside air greeted them as they took their first steps into their new, uncertain chapter.
As far as the eye could see, there were only endless rice fields and lush plantations. The air was fresh, untainted by the exhaust fumes of the city, and for once, there were no cursed spirits lurking in sight.
Yuna inhaled deeply, the crisp morning breeze filling her lungs, and let out a soft sigh of relief.
Everything felt peaceful, especially with the sun slowly rising in the east, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink.
"Howdy there!" a cheerful voice called out, breaking the tranquility.
Yuna turned to see an old man riding a rickety cargo trikes motorbike, a wide grin on his face as he waved his straw farmer's hat. She noticed her husband body stiffen instantly, his stance subtly shifting to one of alertness.
"Hello!" Yuna greeted warmly, not wanting to seem rude, especially to an elder.
"Well, aren't y'all a lovely bunch!" the old man said, his accent thick and his tone friendly. "Name's Fubuki Haru. Nice to meet y'all!"
"Nice to meet you too! I'm Yuna, and this is my husband, Toji, and our son, Megumi," she gesturing to her family with a kind smile.
"You folks new around here? Visiting family, maybe?" Haru asked, his curiosity evident.
"Nonnya,"
Haru blinked, puzzled. "Nonnya? Is that the family name you're lookin' for?"
"None of your business,"
"Toji! " Yuna hissed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Fubuki-san! My husband didn't mean it that way. He's just cranky after sitting on a bus for so long." She shot Toji a pointed look, pinching his shoulder gently.
Haru chuckled softly, waving off the apology. "Don't you worry, missy. Makes sense if he's feelin' a bit grumpy after a long trip. And truth be told, I might've come off like a nosy old coot, askin' all those questions!"
"Yes, you did," Toji muttered, earning a sharp nudge from Yuna.
"Well now," Haru said, adjusting his hat. "Let's try this again, proper-like. Name's Fubuki Haru, but folks 'round here call me Grandpapa Haru. I'm a farmer and proud of it! Sixty years young and one of the oldest folks in the village." He grinned wide. "Now that we're all acquainted, how 'bout I give y'all a lift to the village gate on my cargo trikes? Looks like you've got quite the load to carry, and it's still a good walk from here."
"Absolutely no—"
"We'd love that! Thank you so much!" Yuna flashing Haru a grateful smile while Toji turned to her with a confused, almost betrayed look.
Before he could protest further, the three of them found themselves climbing onto Haru's motorbike, Toji grumbling under his breath as Yuna settled in with Megumi in her arms.
"Alrighty, y'all hang on tight!" Haru called out cheerfully. "We'll be at the village in no time!"
With a sputter and a jolt, the cargo trikes motorbike roared to life, bouncing down the dusty path toward the village, carrying its unexpected passengers and their many secrets.
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Natsuto jolted awake at the sound of a baby crying, his mind still groggy from sleep. He groaned, dragging himself out of bed, his steps uneven as he limped toward the source of the noise. He found Shizuka pacing back and forth, trying to soothe Kokichi, the wailing baby cradled in her arms.
"Here, let me take him, Shizuka-san," Natsuto offered.
The moment Kokichi was in his arms, the crying stopped almost instantly. The baby let out a soft sigh and nestled against Natsuto's chest, drifting back into a peaceful slumber. Shizuka couldn't help but laugh softly, shaking her head.
"If you didn't say he isn't your baby, I'd swear he's yours. Look at him—calm as a lake in your arms."
"What can I say? Ladies and babies alike can't resist my charm. I'm irresistible,"
"Cheeky bastard,"
"And you love me for it," he teased, smirking. "By the way, how are our other patients? Has she woken up yet?"
"Not really. She lost a ton of blood. Luckily, I've got the same blood type, so I gave her some of mine while using Tsugikage to keep her stable. But lord, she's in serious pain. How the hell did you two meet again?"
"She passed out on my trash can," Natsuto said with a shrug. "I tried to wake her, and she just started screaming about not leaving the trash, because someone was after her and her son. Then she passed out from blood loss, so I brought her here."
"Why didn't you take her to one of those unregistered curse users?" Shizuka asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, you do know a few who can handle reverse cursed techniques, right? 'Cause you sure know I can't."
"I thought about it," Natsuto admitted, "but the underground's a mess right now. Word's out about curse users trashing a hospital last night. Everyone's probably lying low outside the city to dodge the Jujutsu Sect's radar. Their subordinates are scouring the place for clues."
"You have any idea who pulled that stunt?"
"Not a damn clue," Natsuto replied with a frown. "My boys haven't heard shit. But the Sect's scrambling too. Rumor has it there were two special-grade-level fighters going at it. Or, get this—some folks think Ryoumen Sukuna's back from the dead."
Shizuka's expression darkened. "Well, that's... concerning."
"Don't lose sleep over it," Natsuto said dismissively. "Anyway, how's Utahime doing? Made any friends yet?"
"She has! The boy next door—the Itadori kid. He's a couple of years younger than her, but they seem to get along really well."
"Glad to hear she's doing okay—wait." Natsuto froze. "Who did you say lives next door?"
"The Itadoris. Why? Do you know them?"
Natsuto's lips curled into a sly grin. "You could say that. Think they're home right now?"
"Probably, yeah, but—wait, where are you going?" Shizuka called out as Natsuto, still carrying the now-sleeping Kokichi, headed toward the exit.
"I wanna say hi!" he said, brimming with excitement as he strode out the door.
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Jin stared intently at the three remaining cards in his hand, his brow furrowed in concentration. When his turn came, he drew a card from the pile—the Wild Card.
"I'm changing the color to red," Jin declared.
"Works for me. Here's my card. Uno!" Wasuke slapping his second-to-last card onto the pile.
Simultaneously, groans erupted from both Toji and Jin as the realization hit them like a ton of bricks: they were about to lose to Wasuke. Again.
But then, Jin's eyes flicked toward Toji's hand, and a thought struck him.
"Toji, you need to draw four cards. Not two."
Toji's face twisted in confusion and annoyance. "What the fuck are you talking about? Why the hell should I draw four cards? You only had to draw two! That's some bullshit."
"Because Dad just put down a +2 card! You're next in line, so you have to stack it and draw four cards. That's how it works!"
Toji slammed his cards onto the table with a scowl. "That's not the fuckin' rule!"
"It is the rule!" Jin shot back.
"And what the fuck do you know about the rules, huh?" Toji leaned forward, pointing an accusatory finger at Jin. "For all I know, you're just messing with my goddamn head!"
"Why would I bother messing with your head? It's already doing a great job messing itself up."
Toji's mouth opened, a string of colorful words ready to fly out, but Wasuke stepped in before things escalated further.
"Alright, alright, you two! Relax," Wasuke holding up his hands like a referee breaking up a fight. "We're here to play a friendly game, not reenact a damn war. Now, Jin, go open the door. Someone's been knocking for a while. In the meantime, Toji and I will clean this up, and then we'll grab a couple of cold teas."
Jin stood reluctantly, still grumbling under his breath, while Toji shot one last glare his way. Wasuke shook his head, muttering to himself as he gathered the cards. "Honestly, I'm surrounded by children in grown-ass bodies."
Jin walked to the living room, pulled open the door, and froze in surprise. Standing on the porch, grinning like a mischievous cat, was Natsuto.
"Hey, Jin! My man! How's it going?"
"Natsuto-san!" Jin exclaimed, blinking away his shock. "I'm great, thanks for asking! What about you? I haven't heard from you in a while—I thought you might be mad at me or something."
"Nah, nothing like that. Just had some family stuff to deal with. You know how it is—urgent, messy, and annoying as hell." Natsuto waved a dismissive hand, then tilted his head. "By the way, while I was gone, you didn't skip your training, did you? Don't tell me you slacked off just because I wasn't breathing down your neck."
Jin chuckled nervously. "No, no! I've been keeping up with it. Usually training near the mountain at dawn. Still figuring out how to handle my new strength, though."
"Good, good!" Natsuto grinned, patting Jin on the shoulder. "I can see the progress. Look at those arms—already starting to bulk up!"
Jin flushed at the praise. "I'm not exactly ripped like you yet…"
"Bah, don't sell yourself short! You've only been at it for a month, and you're already putting most guys to shame. Just keep it up, and in a couple more weeks, I might actually teach you something cool."
"Thanks, Natsuto-san. That means a lot." Jin scratched the back of his head before raising an eyebrow. "But, uh, how do you know where I live?"
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood," Natsuto said with a sly grin. "Visiting a friend, actually. She lives next door. Total coincidence you live right here, too. So, no, you can't sue me for stalking, hehe!"
Jin laughed. "Well, I'm considering it now. But seriously, the little guy in your arms—your newborn? What's his name?"
"Oh, this little troublemaker?" Natsuto adjusted the baby in his arms, who was now squirming awake. "This is Kokichi. Cute little fluffball, right? But nah, he's not mine—he's my friend's kid." Natsuto gently tickled Kokichi's stomach, earning a tiny giggle.
"Adorable! He reminds me of how my own newborns acted. Well, one of them, at least." Jin smiled. "Hey, maybe if your friend sticks around, we can set up playdates. My kids would love it."
"That sounds fun," Natsuto said thoughtfully, "but his mom's... let's just say, a bit overprotective. I'll ask her, though—no promises."
"That's fair—" Jin began, but his words were cut off by the unmistakable crash of glass shattering from inside the house.
"You fucking cheated, old man!" Toji's voice roared from the living room.
"No, I didn't!"
"Yes, you did! How the fuck else do you pull a royal flush in five goddamn minutes?!"
"It's called luck, Toji. Something you and Jin clearly don't have."
More shouting erupted, followed by the sound of furniture scraping against the floor. Jin's face turned red as embarrassment bubbled in his chest. He could practically feel the noise leaking out onto the street.
Natsuto smirked, clearly amused. "Wow. Sounds like your house is... lively."
Jin groaned. "Sorry about that. I'd better go in and deal with it before they burn the place down. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Sure thing. Good luck!" Natsuto called out as Jin rushed back inside, his voice already rising in exasperation. "Oi, oi! Break it up! I can hear you guys from the damn street!"
Standing outside, Kokichi cooing softly in his arms, Natsuto chuckled.
"What a harmonious little family."
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the village, Kushina, Yuna, and the children—Megumi, Yuuji, and Sukuna—strolled through the bustling streets, heading toward the market to buy groceries.
Yuna, as always, felt overwhelmed by the attention they received. Every villager they passed seemed to know Kushina personally, stopping to greet her warmly, some even sparing a cheerful word or two for Yuna.
By the time they reached the market, Yuna's initial sense of awe deepened. Vendors eagerly waved them over, offering free samples with bright smiles.
She couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly Kushina blended into the fabric of village life, chatting animatedly with everyone like a fish in water.
What should have been a quick one-hour trip stretched into four as conversations and laughter followed them at every turn.
By the time they left, the sun hung high in the sky, signaling noon.
Exhausted yet content, Kushina led Yuna to a quiet park, shaded by a sprawling tree. They spread out a small blanket under the cool shade and laid out the assortment of treats gifted to them.
The children had dozed off in their stroller, their soft snores blending with the gentle rustle of leaves and the chirping of crickets.
Kushina bit into a rice cracker and glanced at Yuna. "So? How's the food sample? Pretty good, huh?"
Yuna took another deliberate bite of her garlic bread, savoring the flavor. "The best I've ever had," she said, smiling between chews. "It's so good I feel like I shouldn't brush my teeth just to keep the taste."
Kushina recoiled slightly, wrinkling her nose. "First of all, ew. And second, I told you so! Matteo-kun always makes the best bread. He even gives me extras, sometimes just for walking past his shop, dattebane!"
Yuna raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Wait, does Jin know about this?"
"About what?" Kushina asked, absently nibbling on a red bean pastry.
"Y'know, the fact you call Matteo-san by his first name—and add '-kun.' And that he's always giving you free bread?"
Kushina blinked at her, entirely unbothered. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
Yuna leaned back, shaking her head. "Nothing, but… does Jin know?"
"Technically, no. But I always share the extra bread with him and everyone else, so it's a win-win for all of us, dattebane!" Kushina's clueless grin only made Yuna sigh, resting her chin in her hand.
'Not my problem,' Yuna thought, smirking faintly at her friend's obliviousness.
Kushina suddenly perked up. "Oh! After this, where d'you wanna go? The back mountain? Or maybe take a dip in the lake?"
Yuna hesitated, her smile faltering. "It sounds fun, but I've still got jet lag from the bus ride. And I haven't even unpacked my suitcase yet…" She glanced at Kushina nervously. "Maybe next time?"
Kushina's smile remained warm, and she patted Yuna's arm reassuringly. "No worries! Besides, we're neighbors now! I can help you unpack whenever you want—just holler my name loud enough so I can hear it, dattebane!"
Yuna chuckled, her tension easing. "Aye, aye, captain."
They packed up their makeshift picnic and began the leisurely walk home. But halfway there, Yuna suddenly clutched her stomach, her face pale. A few of the plastic bags she was carrying slipped from her hands, landing with a soft thud on the dirt road.
"Yuna! What's wrong? Are you okay?!" Kushina's voice quivered with concern as she steadied her friend.
Yuna forced a weak smile, her breaths shallow. "I'm fine… just need a moment…"
Before Kushina could respond, a familiar voice called out, tinged with a heavy accent. "Howdy, ladies! What're y'all doin' sittin' in the middle of the road like that?"
They looked up to see Haru, perched on his cargo trike, his weathered face creased with curiosity.
Kushina waved him down urgently. "Grandpa Haru! Can we hitch a ride on your trike, dattebane?! My best friend's got a fever!"
"N-no, it's fine. I can walk…" Yuna protested weakly, attempting to rise, but her legs wobbled, and she nearly fell again if not for Kushina's steady grip.
Haru frowned, his eyes narrowing as he took in Yuna's flushed face. "Now, I don't mean t'judge, missy, but you look 'bout ready to keel over. Ain't ya worried 'bout yer lil' one?" He gestured toward the stroller. "Come on, now. I'll get y'all home faster than a hare on a sugar rush!"
Kushina nodded fervently. "See, Yuna? Even Grandpa Haru agrees!"
Yuna hesitated before finally sighing. "Okay, fine…"
Within moments, Haru helped them pile onto the back of his trike, the children snug in their stroller. As the trike rolled down the dirt path, Yuna leaned her head against Kushina's shoulder, exhaustion washing over her.
And as Haru whistled a merry tune, the warm sun dipped slightly lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the village road.
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Kushina hadn't slept a wink after they got home.
The house was quiet now, the soft rustling of leaves outside the only sound accompanying the stillness.
She glanced at the others to ensure they were fast asleep, then silently slipped out of the house, leaving a few clone bunshins behind as a precaution against cursed spirits.
She trudged through the moonlit forest behind the village, her steps heavy with purpose. The air was damp and cool, carrying the faint scent of earth and moss.
What was she hoping to find in the solitude of the forest?
Her heart ached with unanswered questions, the weight of memories pressing down on her chest.
Under the shelter of an ancient oak, she knelt and unsealed a bundle of belongings—items she had salvaged from her previous life, untouched since her arrival in this world.
Kunai, shuriken, rolls of sealing paper, her headband, and a few bottles of special ink spilled out before her.
She checked them once, twice, three times, her brow furrowed.
There had to be something—anything—that could help. She couldn't let anyone else die.
Not like Uzushio.
Not like Orochimaru-Sensei.
Not because she couldn't act.
Her fingers brushed against a long-forgotten object, and a faint cling echoed in the quiet night.
A simple necklace fell into her lap, its emerald green crystal glinting softly in the moonlight. She froze, staring at it with wide eyes.
The necklace. That damn necklace. She thought she'd lost it forever.
She cradled it gently, her thumb tracing the intricate Uzumaki clan symbol carved into the crystal. Her mind drifted back to distant days, voices she hadn't heard in years whispering in her ears.
"Here, put the necklace on, I want to see it!"
"How is it? Isn't it nice, Kaa-san?"
"Oh, my daughter is so beautiful! Honey, look at our daughter—she's gorgeous, isn't she?"
"Aishh, my daughter is look so beautiful! All the boys will fall for you when they see you!"
The memories struck her like a tidal wave, and tears welled in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks. She clutched the necklace tighter, her shoulders trembling as the weight of everything threatened to crush her.
She didn't deserve this.
She didn't deserve to live while so many others had perished. Uzushio was gone—her friends, her family, her home, all reduced to memories and ash.
Grandma Mito and Tsunade might be relatives, but their dynamic was formal, distant, more like coworkers than family. Their conversations were always practical, devoid of warmth:
"Hey, Kush-Kush! How's training? Beat any meatheads yet?"
"I heard you're improving at chakra control. Well done, granddaughter."
"Can you fix this storage seal? I'll trade you some training tips for it."
"You must control your emotions, granddaughter. A kunoichi cannot afford to be impulsive. The Kyuubi would take advantage of it."
They cared in their own way, she supposed, but it wasn't the same.
It wasn't home.
She missed Uzushio's laughter and chaos. She missed her funny Uncle Gintaro, her father's steady presence, and her mother's gentle warmth.
The Itadori and Yuna felt different. For the first time in years, she felt echoes of Uzushio—a family, not just an obligation or an alliance.
Without realizing it, Kushina's chakra flared, pulsing into the emerald crystal on her necklace. The jewel glowed faintly, and with a sudden poof, a cloud of smoke erupted before her. When it cleared, her breath caught.
Dozens—no, hundreds—of Uzumaki clan seal scrolls lay scattered in front of her.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the nearest one, unrolling it with deft fingers. Her eyes scanned the intricate symbols, the familiar patterns of her clan's legacy.
"Advanced Sealing Techniques of Uzushio."
Her heart pounded. She reached for another.
"Battlefield Seal Applications for Emergency Situations."
A spark of hope ignited in her chest.
Maybe… maybe one of these scrolls holds a cure for Yuna's sickness.
She grabbed another, then another.
"Beginner's Guide to Sealing."
"Uzushiogakure's History: 500 Years of Resilience."
"Harnessing Tailed Beast Chakra Safely."
"Adamantine Chains: Mastering the Golden Bonds."
She didn't stop, her hands flying over the scrolls, eyes darting from one to the next.
"How to Use Nature Chakra Without Summons."
"Differences Between Regular and Nature Chakra."
Her focus was so intense that she almost missed the faint scent in the air. It was familiar—sharp, chemical, and obnoxiously strong. Her nose wrinkled in annoyance.
"Oi, come out," she said flatly, not even bothering to look up.
Silence.
She scowled. "Oi, teme, I can literally smell your cheap body spray!"
From behind a large tree, a figure stepped out, smirking.
"The fuck? You sniffin' me like a dog or somethin'? You stalking me now?"
Kushina finally turned, her expression deadpan.
"No, but thanks for confirming you smell like shit."
Toji rolled his eyes, stepping closer. The two stood in awkward silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves. Toji's gaze flicked to the scattered scrolls, then back to Kushina, who was busy unsealing another one.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, voice dripping with skepticism.
She ignored him, her fingers deftly undoing another seal.
"You're seriously sitting in the middle of the forest, reading some magical scroll bullshit? That your big plan?"
Still no response.
"Oi." His tone sharpened.
"..."
"Hey, Strawberry face! I'm talking to you!"
Kushina's hands stilled, and she shot him a glare over her shoulder. "I'm trying to find something to help Yuna, alright? Happy now? Now shut up and let me work!"
Toji snorted, crossing his arms. "Help her? By what? Reading ancient shit and hoping it cures her? That's your fucking genius plan?"
She whipped around, her fiery hair swaying with the motion.
"Look, I know you're pissed because I took her to the market and she got sick, okay? But at least I'm doing something! These scrolls—they hold Uzushio's secrets, my clan secrets. One of them might have the cure!"
"And how the fuck do I know you're not the reason she's sick in the first place?" Toji growled, stepping closer. In a flash, his cursed spear materialized, the blade pressing against the side of her neck.
Kushina didn't flinch, her glare unwavering. "If I wanted her dead, she'd already be dead, Teme! Do you really think I'd bother trying to save her life if I wanted to hurt her?!"
His grip tightened, but she didn't back down.
"You're her husband, right?" she snapped, voice laced with venom. "What the fuck have you done to help her? Nothing! All you do is stand around, scowl, and threaten people who are trying to save her! You're a USELESS. PIECE. OF. FUCKING. SHIT!"
Toji froze, her words hitting him harder than he expected. His jaw clenched, his hand trembling slightly before he lowered his spear.
"...Tch." Without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed off into the shadows.
Kushina watched him go, muttering under her breath, "Fucking prick. I don't know what the hell she sees in him. He's a bum."
Shaking her head, she turned back to the scrolls, determination burning in her eyes.
I'll find a way to save her. With or without his help.
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"What?" Shi Woo snapped, his voice sharp and irritated as he answered the burner phone.
"I need information on every reverse cursed technique user near me. Stat." Toji's voice was cold. "And if you don't get it to me in five minutes, I'll hunt you down, cut off your dick, and make you eat it."
"Alright, alright! Hold on!"
Silence hung heavy over the line as Toji waited, his patience razor-thin.
"...Okay, there. I just sent it. Are you happy, bastard—"
Before Shi Woo could finish his sentence, the line went dead. Toji had already hung up.
He didn't waste a second, pulling up the file Shi Woo had forwarded. His eyes scanned the contents with practiced ease. The list was disappointingly short—there was only one reverse cursed technique user in his area.
A young girl, no older than 10 or 12. Her face bore faint marks under her eyes, a detail that stood out in her otherwise unremarkable profile.
"Great," Toji muttered under his breath, pocketing the phone.
"Guess, I'm kidnapping a fuckin' child."