Searching for Fushiguro Shinbi

Akuta looked up at Satoko Gojo was not far away.

Having already experienced this once, Akuta knew that Satoko Gojo had discovered him and was secretly observing him, the "attacker."

Having learned from his previous experience, Akuta naturally wouldn't choose to go find Satoko Gojo.

Just as he was about to leave, the system's voice rang out, answering Akuta's question.

"Does the host need to change the backtracking node?"

The system's words puzzled Akuta, who asked in Delight:

"Can I save my game?"

"Yes, host. If needed, you can adjust the reward time next time, and you can freely choose to enter the world on a different day."

The system's response filled Akuta with joy.

He never expected the system could actually save his progress!

Because Akuta didn't know how long he would have to stay in this world to resolve the predicament of all 100 predetermined heroines.

If each backtracking requires returning to day 1, the waiting time in between will be very long.

So if we could freely choose the time of arrival, that would be incredibly convenient!

Feeling quite pleased, Akuta took one last look at Satoru Gojo Satoru's swimsuit-limited edition before disappearing in a flash of lightning.

On the beach, Satoko Gojo turned back in confusion, looking in the direction where Akuta had just been.

She had just noticed a Jujutsu Sorcerer suddenly appear in the sea, and instinctively assumed that the Curse User was the one who had tried to assassinate Riko Amanai.

However, in just a few breaths, the opponent disappeared immediately.

"Hey, where did that guy go? How did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

But it only lasted for a moment.

The next moment, Satoko Gojo forgot about the Akuta.

For her, running away from Jujutsu Sorcerer like herself was the natural thing to do.

Satoko Gojo tossed her hair, her face radiating confidence.

"After all, I'm the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer in the modern era, hahaha!"

On a street in a city in Okinawa.

Aki Tomoya wandered aimlessly through the streets with his camera in hand, snapping photos haphazardly of roadside signs, trees, and the occasional stray cat passing by, his mind far from the subject.

Her mind was racing, trying to figure out where she should stay for the night.

Going home is out of the question; the monster in her house is so terrifying, she dares not stay home alone.

"Should I stay at Eriri's place for the night?" she muttered, then felt it wasn't quite right, "But it would be too rude to call suddenly..."

Just as he was struggling with this, Aki Tomoya's camera inadvertently swept across the street corner and captured a figure in a beige sweater.

The person was standing in front of the vending machine, their face turned to this side, their hair braided and draped over their shoulder, holding a can of coffee in their hand.

Aki Tomoya was taken aback for a moment.

She recognized this person.

To be precise, she had seen this face at the convenience store near her home this morning.

At the time, the other person was just standing in front of the magazine rack looking at something, and Aki Tomoya didn't pay much attention because he was in a hurry to leave, but the combination of that beige sweater and braided hair was really too distinctive.

"It's just a coincidence..." Aki Tomoya comforted himself, but his steps involuntarily slowed down.

She pretended to take a picture of the flower bed by the roadside, but her eyes were glancing in that direction out of the corner of her eye.

The woman in the beige sweater turned around from in front of the vending machine and happened to be looking in her direction.

His gaze lingered on Aki Tomoya's face for a moment, then shifted away expressionlessly, and he walked in the opposite direction with his coffee.

What Aki Tomoya didn't notice was that not far behind her at the alley entrance, a tall, thin man was holding up his phone, the camera intently following her back.

The man wore a wrinkled, dark coat, his greasy hair plastered to his forehead, and a grimacing grin on his lips.

"Hehehe... Got it! Got it! This angle is really good."

Take two more steps forward, yes, yes, turn around, oh dear, I've turned around, I've turned around!

His fingers frantically pressed the shutter button, muttering to himself:

"The lighting, the angle, the pure and innocent look—it's simply exquisite..."

Take two more pictures, and I'll find a place to save them properly later...

He was so engrossed in taking pictures that he didn't notice someone standing behind him at all.

Until a pair of hands gently rested on his shoulders.

"Hello."

A voice came from behind, its tone unusually serious.

"I despise lolicon types the most! Take this electric shock!"

The moment the words left his mouth, blue and white arcs of electricity surged into the man's body through his hand.

The man's body tensed instantly, his phone slipped from his hand, and before he could turn off the camera, the lens captured Aki Tomoya's retreating figure.

The current lasted for approximately three seconds.

The man didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body went limp.

When it fell to the ground, its skin was charred black, and its hair stood on end, emitting wisps of smoke.

"Snort!"

The person standing behind him withdrew his hand and flicked away the residual electricity from his fingertips.

It's Akuta.

Before dealing with Jinmi Fushiguro's matter, Aki Tomoka must not forget that.

He glanced down at the lifeless body on the ground, then bent down to pick up the phone.

The photo on the screen freezes on the moment Aki Tomoya turns around; the lighting and angle are indeed well captured.

But Akuta had no time to appreciate it; he gripped the phone tightly and crushed it to pieces.

"Fellow time traveler, look at the huge mess you've left behind. I'm the one cleaning up your mess."

Akuta tossed his phone aside next to the corpse, straightened up, and patted non-existent dust off his hands.

He stretched his neck, his gaze passing over the alleyway and landing on the oblivious girl holding a camera on the distant street.

In the last save file, Suguru Geto's sudden turn to the dark side startled Akuta.

The Jujutsu Sorcerer of this world were even more insane than he had imagined.

It might not be a good thing for a little girl like Aki Tomoya to enter such a world, so after a brief consideration, Akuta decided not to lead her into the Jujutsu Society.

It's more suitable for her to be an ordinary little girl.

Akuta watched her run away, then flashed to Aki Tomoya's house. After dealing with the last Shikigami, he raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Alright, the first one's taken care of. Time to go find Jinmi Fushiguro."

Two and a half hours later, Akuta turned into a secluded alley and stopped in a dead end.

A woman wearing a beige sweater was standing inside, carrying a bag of groceries she had just bought.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the alleyway, softening the lines of her profile.

Her braided hair draped over her shoulder, a few stray strands lifted by the wind before falling back down.

Calling her a married woman is being kind; she has the aura of a leading lady who just stepped out of a movie set.

The Akuta was not hidden.

He walked in confidently from the alley entrance and stopped at the alleyway's edge.

Jinmi Fushiguro turned to look at the Akuta.

"You come with me."

"Yes, I've been following them for a while now," Akuta readily admitted.

After searching for Akuta for half a day in Okinawa, I finally found Jinmi Fushiguro in a supermarket.

As soon as Jinmi Fushiguro appeared, Akuta followed her like a madman.

Clearly, Jinmi Fushiguro had also noticed him and deliberately lured him into this deserted alley.

"You're Jujutsu Sorcerer, aren't you?" Jinmi Fushiguro sized up the Akuta.

Akuta nodded without denying it.

"So, are you here to do me a job or to get revenge?"

"Neither." Akuta waved his hand.

"I heard you got a job to kill a girl named Riko Amanai."

Could you please cancel this job? I can offer you double the pay.