An easy little mission

Airports were full of all sorts of people, and picking out anyone suspicious was a difficult job in itself.

Miwa Chisei had a rough idea of what this "Time Vessel Association" wanted: to take control of Naha Airport and stop Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto from leaving Okinawa with their mission target.

A stalling tactic, though she did not know the reason behind it.

Miwa Chisei leaned back in an airport chair for a short rest. She unscrewed her bottle of oolong tea and took a sip. Having her expenses reimbursed was pretty great, considering nothing at the airport was cheap.

It was already nighttime, but the airport remained brightly lit and bustling with people.

Everyone reported their patrol findings in the group chat on the hour. Eikura Yohei took a second look at anyone suspicious to rule them out, and so far, nothing unusual had happened.

At nine that evening, just after Miwa Chisei typed [Nothing unusual] into the group chat, a notification popped up from another conversation.

There was a table laden with a barbecue feast, along with Suguru Geto and two girls she did not recognize. One looked like a student, while the other was a little older.

They were shamelessly enjoying their expense-paid vacation. That lobster looked incredibly plump and delicious.

Miwa Chisei, who had only eaten cup noodles for dinner, felt deeply aggrieved.

So, with a blank expression, she replied to Satoru Gojo with expressionless.jpg.

What a childish guy.

As she tossed her empty bottle into a trash can, Miwa Chisei seemed to catch a glimpse of some kind of light. She could not help tugging down her sunglasses to take a closer look.

It was only the lights from a landing plane shining inside, but they seemed to be pointing Miwa Chisei toward something.

She took out her phone to check the time, then checked the direction.

The Miwa family's fortune-telling did not rely entirely on jujutsu. Sometimes, they had to return to more conventional methods.

Something was wrong to the southeast.

She quickly sent a message to the group, asking everyone to check the southeastern area of their respective floors.

A trace of mixed emotion appeared in Miwa Riona's eyes when she received the message. She knew Miwa Chisei was using the Miwa family's fundamentals, which were also the fundamentals of divination.

She was still more perceptive than me.

Soon, Miwa Chisei spotted a small group that looked like a tour group emerging from the arrivals level. They looked normal, but she found them deeply strange.

They were mostly middle-aged or elderly, but they were too quiet. Normally, a group like that would have been much livelier.

And before long, they split up into twos and threes.

She really could not sense any cursed energy. A closer look put their number at around twenty. Were they all ordinary people?

Miwa Chisei frowned deeply and hurried to warn the group chat to watch out for a tour group wearing orange.

Although they had split up, they were wandering through the airport with a clear purpose, moving at a leisurely pace in pairs.

The airport was crowded, so they would have to act carefully to avoid causing a disturbance. Since these were ordinary people, knocking them out would do.

Miwa Chisei plucked out two strands of hair and followed close behind a pair of them. Red cursed energy reached forward as though alive, winding around the two people.

The pair took another step, then began to stagger uncontrollably. Miwa Chisei immediately stepped forward to catch them both.

The two middle-aged people had their eyes tightly closed and were breathing evenly. They appeared to have fallen asleep.

Good. Just sleep here at the airport for a whole day.

Miwa Chisei helped them into seats somewhere in the airport, arranged them to look as if they were sound asleep, then quickly went looking for her next targets.

Eikura Yohei reached the same decision as Miwa Chisei. He soon informed the group chat that they should subdue the group and knock them out without causing a disturbance, lest the airport be ordered closed.

For jujutsu sorcerers, silently knocking out ordinary people was far too easy.

Soon, members of the orange-clad tour group were scattered across all four floors, "sleeping soundly." Since it was already nighttime, they looked much like passengers who had arrived early to wait for flights departing before dawn.

Everything was going smoothly.

But the tour group soon noticed something was wrong. They came across their sleeping companions and found that they simply could not wake them.

They quickly changed tactics. Several of them had already found the weapons their inside contact had left in a corner of the airport. Hiding them in their suitcases, they headed straight for the broadcast room-

They would announce over the speakers that Naha Airport was under terrorist attack. Taking hostages would surely force the airport to suspend all flights, delaying the star plasma vessel's return to Jujutsu High and giving them time to mobilize more members of their organization to kill the vessel.

The organizer bared a vicious grin. So what if they were sorcerers? With this many people here, they would have no choice but to hold back to protect the civilians!

The map provided by their inside contact soon led the organizer to the broadcast room. Ignoring the staff-only sign, he used a forged employee ID to barge into the corridor.

But there in the corridor stood a girl in sunglasses, her hair loosely pinned up with a dark blue silk ribbon.

Her clothes... she was from Jujutsu High!

How could she know their plan? Was there a spy among them?!

Miwa Chisei caught the surprise on their faces and spoke without a flicker of emotion.

"Sorry, I can tell fortunes."

With that, she charged at them with astonishing speed.

The Time Vessel Association followers had already reached into their backpacks for their guns, but the girl's hands were faster. Curling her middle fingers into position, she mercilessly delivered one blow to each of the four-

A flick to the forehead!

A tremendous impact struck them, followed by a dizzying buzz in their heads.

In the final second before they lost consciousness, their minds were filled with one thought.

I got fucking knocked out by a flick?!