Seeing Toji severed body, I noticed the cursed worm capable of storing weapons and immediately grabbed it.
"I'll also need a part of this man's body," I muttered.
Coating my right hand with cursed energy, I took five fingers from Toji. In the future, I could revive this bastard... with the help of that old hag, [Ogami].
Forcing the cursed worm's mouth open, I threw Toji five fingers into it.
As I contemplated whether I should drain Toji's blood to make it easier to burn his corpse, I noticed a rather large curse approaching.
Seeing this, I tossed Toji's body aside and quickly left.
***
Shuri Himejima, upon noticing the departure of the sinister stranger, immediately used [Purification] to dispel the cursed spirit. Then, she utilized [Flame Manipulation], causing Toji's body to ignite and burn to ash.
***
Holding a ¥100,000 bill, I searched for a cosplay shop that sold masks and spotted one priced at ¥480.
The mask I bought closely resembled the one Kakashi wore during his Anbu days.
As I was leaving the cosplay shop, I noticed a staff with a flat tip. I also purchased a pair of white gloves.
After paying ¥1,000 for the staff, I put on the white glove on my left hand and discarded the right one.
Gripping the staff with my left hand, I manipulated the peroneal nerve—responsible for controlling the muscles that move the foot—rendering my left leg immobile. With the help of the staff, I walked normally using my right leg while dragging my left leg.
If someone were to ask what I was doing, I'd say I was trying to emulate Lieutenant Colonel *****.
By wearing conspicuous attire with a staff and a white glove on my left hand, people would overlook my less noticeable right hand, allowing me to discreetly pass on information with it.
Putin, in my previous life, even after becoming president, had the habit of moving only one hand while using the other to convey information.
Perhaps I could mimic the [Ideal] organization Vincent Lalo created. That man recruited talent in the 1990s after the Soviet Union collapsed.
If I were placed in a world set in the 1930s, I'd join MI6 or the KGB, gathering subordinates. As for Germany, the main base of Hydra—it appealed to me.
..
..
While lost in these thoughts, I bumped into a woman and saw her face.
'Naomi Misora.'
Seeing the woman, who appeared sorrowful under the evening sky, I immediately spoke.
"I recognize your face. If I'm not mistaken, you're Raye Penber's wife. I was sent by the CIA to investigate the deaths of all the agents."
The woman before me had no idea that the Pentagon had ceased sending more spies.
Naomi Misora, staring at the man in front of her wearing a cosplay mask and noticing his left leg, thought to herself, 'Is he really from the CIA?'
"Since you know my husband, I'll take you to a nearby café. I have some information that might help you find Kira," Naomi Misora said.