She had thought asking Asō Yoshino to get a handwriting sample would be simple, but Asō Yoshino still had not contacted Miwa Chisei.
Thinking of how caught up in love the girl was, she guessed she was still finding excuses for her fiancé.
Today, she had arranged to meet Toji Fushiguro at a bustling Chinese restaurant.
She had to marvel at the resilience of a body blessed with heavenly restriction. An ordinary person would probably need a long recovery after losing an arm, but Toji Fushiguro was already able to go out.
"Can you still get around all right?"
Miwa Chisei offered a token show of concern, and Toji Fushiguro merely smiled.
"Small jobs are still no problem. Sometimes I even get a little sympathy from passersby."
Hearing how much Toji Fushiguro seemed to enjoy that, Miwa Chisei decided he really was a strange man.
"Is this a job from Jujutsu High or a private commission?"
Miwa Chisei gave a light cough. Did he really have to sound so professional?
"A job from Jujutsu High."
Toji Fushiguro let out an "oh," his expression turning teasingly reflective.
"Never thought I'd get involved in a Jujutsu High job one day. Aren't you afraid I'll screw it up, boss?"
Miwa Chisei calmly picked up some Kung Pao Chicken from the plate in front of her, her voice level.
"You're welcome to try. Satoru Gojo is on this job too."
Toji Fushiguro's eyes flickered, and he let the subject drop. He had only been joking, after all.
"There really was a death at the high school that woman attended, but it was hushed up afterward. Someone jumped off a building. Suicide."
Toji Fushiguro immediately grew serious as he shared the information he had obtained through shady channels.
Miwa Chisei continued picking at the rice