Son... had turned into a daughter?
Toji Fushiguro plunged headlong into shock on the spot.
Hot on its heels, his not-particularly-fast-spinning brain began chewing over the why of it, trying to slot the sight in front of him into some manner of reasonable explanation.
And so... he thought of Satoru Gojo.
That godlike Six Eyes user, ordinarily so loafing-around-careless.
"?!"
Could it really be?!
He and Satoru Gojo were enemies.
And Megumi Fushiguro was his son — which to Satoru Gojo meant that Fushiguro was the son of an enemy!
Case cracked... So it turned out — Satoru Gojo was actually this cruel, this twisted a piece of work.
All for the sake of revenge against an enemy, he'd actually gone and turned that enemy's son into a daughter.
"Huh? What's going on?" Fushiguro Maki, at this point, was a bit dumbfounded.
This mysterious man in front of her had come up, opened his mouth wide, and then frozen on the spot; and after that, he was now muttering what sounded like 'Gojo' or something of the kind under his breath, just swaying around in place.
Why was he chanting her teacher's name?
And on top of that, this guy... was there something wrong with his head?
As a matter of fact, body and soul were connected. Although Toji Fushiguro had always taken the line on himself that 'even if my son's dead it makes no difference,' the fact that had appeared before him just now was too perversely warped, to the point that his brain had been jolted by the shock and the dead nerves punched through into being reconnected.
His consciousness, in a single instant, grew sharper and more lucid.
"Ha." His eyes returned to rationality, and an extremely intrigued smile broke across his face.
He reached out a hand and went 'thwap' against Fushiguro's shoulder — startling her into a full-body jolt.
"That Gojo bastard — what else has he done to you?" he asked, eyeing Fushiguro, the corners of his mouth ticking up. "Spill the whole lot of it for me, won't you?"
Huh?
Teacher Gojo?
Fushiguro had no idea why this man kept relentlessly fixating on Gojo of all people... She was still completely fogged in.
Didn't understand it — well, then, just answer obediently?
In any case, Satoru Gojo had been the one supporting her life financially, and his being her teacher wasn't exactly an order of any sort either.
"He gives me money," Fushiguro tried saying.
"!" Toji Fushiguro's eyes went wide, and his grin pulled even broader. "So he's even the give-her-money type, is he?!"
Toji Fushiguro was tickled pink.
Son of his enemy...
Forced into becoming a girl...
And economic coercion to boot...
No one knew what little theatre was currently being staged inside Toji Fushiguro's head, but everyone present could see that Toji Fushiguro had cracked up entirely.
"Hahaha... So that's how warped the heads of those folks in the Gojo Family are." Toji Fushiguro roared with laughter. "And to think I never saw through to it before."
What was that supposed to mean?
Fushiguro's expression turned hesitant — she sensed something wasn't quite right. This man in front of her seemed to know both her and Gojo, and what was more, he was visibly, terrifyingly strong.
A person this powerful, and she didn't even know about him... was it because he was someone from an age far removed? But if he knew Gojo, surely that meant he was a man of the modern era? And shouldn't a person like that be enormously famous?
The man in front of her was unpredictable in mood, swinging between joy and rage — and Fushiguro had quietly already prepared herself to set off a Mahoraga self-destruct.
But the man in front of her was still laughing.
"How'd he pull it off?" Toji Fushiguro pressed on, addressing Fushiguro: "How is it that you turned into a girl?"
I turned into a girl?
Fushiguro's gaze, subconsciously, slid over toward the blue-haired Cursed Spirit in the distance.
Toji Fushiguro noticed Fushiguro's line of sight; he froze briefly, then followed where she was looking.
"That one over there... hm? It's a Cursed Spirit...?" Toji Fushiguro understood what Fushiguro meant.
The one who had turned his son into a girl wasn't Satoru Gojo — but that little blue-haired Cursed Spirit girl over yonder?
... Satoru Gojo had actually joined forces with a Cursed Spirit and gone in cahoots with it?
So this era had really fallen into this much chaos, had it?
"Heh, interesting." Toji Fushiguro looked at Mahiru, a smile breaking out across his face. "I think I'd like to play around here a little while longer."
He didn't feel like killing himself, for the time being.
"You — in a bit, you're coming with me," he said, with a glance at Fushiguro.
Fushiguro went still for a beat. "Why?"
"Because I'm your old man."
"Huh? You're my old man??"
Fushiguro's shock had quite simply nowhere left to climb to.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Mahiru, too, had taken note of the unexpected situation over on this side.
"What's going on?"
While locked in combat with Urogi Kyoko and Naoya Zenin, she had also been keeping a watch on what was happening over by Fushiguro. She knew that once Toji Fushiguro had been summoned via the Spirit-Calling Technique, he would lose all self-control, and then would automatically go seeking out whoever happened to be the strongest figure on the field to fight.
Not to toot her own horn, but the strongest person here — wasn't that her?
She had already braced herself for a one-against-three brawl.
And yet what she'd ended up finding was that Toji Fushiguro had gone to Fushiguro instead; and after the two of them had talked for a while, Toji Fushiguro had started staring fixedly over at her.
What was this?
Surely Fushiguro hadn't gone tattling to her papa with something along the lines of, 'Papa, my you-know-what was knocked off by that Cursed Spirit over there,' had she?
Weird.
BAM!! —
"Damn it!!" Urogi Kyoko's eyes once again looked ready to split open from sheer fury.
She had just been trying to break free of the entangling drag of the sea of blood, but before she could even lift off into the air, the Heavy-Armed Darting Hare had slapped her right back down with one swat.
She couldn't get away.
Mahiru and Urogi Kyoko could do nothing to overcome each other — but that only held true so long as neither of the two of them had a 'fit,' so to speak.
Urogi had already given up her advantage of aerial superiority; trying to claw it back now was going to be very difficult indeed.
The Heavy-Armed Darting Hare intercepted her from above; Mahiru pressed an unbroken pursuit from below — and Urogi Kyoko sank deeper and deeper into the mire.
This was bad...
Very bad indeed!
Naoya Zenin was helping out as well, but here, his speed had been severely curtailed; he couldn't really get up to a run at all.
Urogi was beginning to regret having come to help Naoya — and beginning to regret, too, having trusted that the Spirit-Calling Granny would be able to come to her aid.
This was dangerous. If things went on like this, she was only going to grow more and more endangered.
The main thing was: she couldn't protect Naoya Zenin!
'Protect Naoya Zenin' was her one and only assigned task.
If Naoya Zenin died, her task would be a failure.
Her deal with Kenjaku was to help him complete a set number of assignments; once the count was sufficient, Kenjaku would set her free, would give her a way out and let her live.
Her first life had been wretched in the living and clown-like in the dying — so this time, she absolutely had to live a life all over again.
She... could not afford to fail!
"Cursed Spirit!" Urogi Kyoko's hood was blown back by the wind, her crystalline pink hair streaming wildly in the gale. She gritted her teeth as she shouted, her eyes full of nothing but fury. "Then let's fight it out to the death!"
She wasn't going to bother with anything anymore — every angle was dangerous regardless... so naturally she'd choose whichever option carried the smaller risk!
The girl's hands snapped together directly into a hand sign.
"——Domain Expansion!"
Within a dense crowd, Mahiru's Domain could overpower Kenjaku's.
But here there was no crowd; tallied to the absolute maximum, the nearby vicinity contained only the three of them, and Mahiru couldn't even construct a complete Domain.
Urogi judged that, with her opening her Domain, Mahiru's only available counter at this point would be to use Miyakogakuro in opposition.
To open Miyakogakuro, Mahiru needed to hang a halo above her head. Inside the Domain, knocking the halo off Mahiru's head would be enough to win.
Urogi Kyoko's hand-to-hand was nothing to write home about.
But Naoya Zenin's Soul-Severing Blade could absolutely cut Mahiru's halo clean off.
At the same time, the Domain would do away with the interference from the sea of blood.
"Bring it on!" Urogi Kyoko shouted.
The barrier opened up, the surroundings plunged into darkness, Cursed Energy coiling all around them — and the newborn landscape of the Domain began to reveal its shape through the dark.
And Mahiru smiled.
"Did you really think I was afraid of Domains?"
She had, of course, known Urogi Kyoko possessed a Domain. Since she had dared to fight Urogi Kyoko in the first place, naturally she'd had some other strategy ready for dealing with Domains.
"The moment you opened that Domain, you'd already lost — did you know?" Mahiru smiled, her hands forming a hand sign. "Because... I've been waiting for this very moment of yours, when you would open a Domain, for a very long time."
Idle Transfiguration — beginning to operate.
In Urogi's and Naoya Zenin's field of view, Mahiru vanished.
"What...?" Urogi Kyoko's pupils contracted sharply.
Yes — vanished.
Mahiru had simply, on the spot, vanished out of thin air; even the guaranteed-hit effect of the Domain could not find any trace of her presence whatsoever.
"How is that even possible?!"
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