The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 3

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Haibara was shocked, and the popsicle in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance, "Huh?? Could it be a new special-grade that has just been born or has never been discovered?!"

"The cursed spirit that shouts 'labor is ○○' may be born from the resentment of office workers." Nanami took out his mobile phone, "It is not advisable to chase it blindly, but just in case, maybe we should report it."

System (screaming): [Chihori! Chihori, you're really going to be treated as a cursed spirit—!!]

Chihori: [Oh? Special-grade? This is a high evaluation, satisfying.]

System: [...the focus definitely shouldn't be here!!]

Suguru climbed the stairs with a shopping bag and a hard-to-describe expression on his face.

Inside the shopping bag was an adorable, plush seal stuffed toy, its sweet and comforting smile radiating warmth—something carefully handpicked to serve as a companion.

There was also a strangely shaped, unidentified prank toy. It looked like an ordinary rubber fish with lifelike textures, but once batteries were installed, it would suddenly emit eerie noises at unexpected moments, giving people a fright—this one was snuck in by Satoru.

That guy said with a smile: "Life needs some trick toys to spice up the fun. Your sister might like it. Just take it as my greeting, Suguru."

Then, while clattering away with a snapping toy shark, he casually grabbed the rubber fish from the shelf and tossed it into Suguru's shopping basket.

Suguru: "...#"

"Give it a rest, Satoru. Don't tell me you just wanted an excuse to visit the toy store?"

"Oh? Didn't I just help you pick out a gift?—Trust me, that rubber fish is definitely fun."

Suguru glanced down at the shopping bag. In the end, he still didn't throw the prank toy shaped like a grass carp away.

Alright, I'll just remind my sister when the time comes, Suguru thought. Simply conveying the sentiment was enough—who knew, maybe she really would like such a playful toy.

On the way home, midway up the stairs, Suguru's phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at the screen, his brows furrowing as his expression turned serious in an instant.

A high-level cursed spirit might have appeared in downtown Tokyo...?

He roughly browsed the message that Yaga sent to their chat group.

It was said that an hour ago, his juniors, Haibara and Nanami, had noticed some traces. The relevant personnel reviewed the surrounding surveillance footage, but not a single clue was captured—meaning that whatever it was, it existed beyond the perception of ordinary monitoring systems.

(System: Ahem, actually, I was the one who blocked the surveillance.)

...that meant it was very likely a cursed spirit. A cursed spirit capable of cleverly concealing its residual filth and cursed energy fluctuations without leaking a trace—while also moving at extremely high speeds—could very well be an unknown Grade 1 or even Special Grade entity.

(Chihori: In reality, it's just a reckless outlaw speeding out of control.)

After generally understanding the situation, Suguru rubbed his temples. He stood in front of his house, put his mobile phone back, temporarily gathered his thoughts, and took out the key to open the door.

When he pushed the door open, there happened to be a figure standing in front of the table in the dining room inside the house. The silver-haired girl smiled in surprise, and said in a clear voice, "You're back, Suguru!"

It had been a long time since they last met, and his sister had grown noticeably taller. Yet, she remained slender and delicate, like a fragile flower with a thin stem.

Beneath the outer garment, her exposed wrist revealed bluish veins, winding like tiny serpents, standing in stark contrast against her pale skin.

However, her eyes were still bright and full of vitality, with the power of growing upward like bamboo shoots after rain.

"Sister." Suguru paused slightly, and smiled. He closed the door, "When did you come back? I wanted to pick you up at the station, but you didn't reply to my message and tell me which train you were on."

"Ah, sorry, I forgot to check my phone." Chihori blinked, "It doesn't matter, you don't have to pick me up, I can walk back by myself."

System: True—she came back on her own.

—Blazing home at 270 km/h, even faster than taking a car!

Chihori had wanted to say something else, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a fit of violent coughing overtook her. Suguru quickly stepped forward, only to hesitate, unsure of how to help. In the end, he could only silently steady her, offering his support.

Chihori stopped coughing and waved her hand, "...cough, it's okay, it's okay." She picked up the pills on the table and swallowed them with warm water. "Take some medicine and it will be fine. It's always like this recently, it must be too hot."

"...Sister." Suguru frowned slightly, worried.

"Don't worry about me, it's just a frailness buff—not fatal." Chihori said lightly. "After all, 'sickly warriors' have mass appeal."

System: [Wait, no way—shouldn't the popular trope be 'sickly beauty' instead?! _(:з)∠）_ ]

Suguru was stunned, and seemed to be amused for a moment, "What is a 'sickly warrior'?"

"That is to say, although your sister is sick, I am actually very strong and super brave." Chihori gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, Sister, you have always been strong." Suguru didn't think much, he said gently, he handed the shopping bag forward, "Welcome home."

"Wow, thank you!" Chihori took the shopping bag with surprise, "It's a cute seal doll and a fish that looks like a grass carp!"

Suguru: "...well, the grass carp was given to you by my classmate. It's a prank toy. It will make a sound when the battery is installed. Be careful not to get scared."

"A classmate?" Chihori looked up with a smile. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Suguru, to pass along my thanks. Let me think about what to give as a return gift."

Suguru coughed lightly, "No need to send him anything."

"Well, this is not okay, right?" Chihori picked up the fish-like grass carp toy.

"Courtesy demands reciprocity—since he's your classmate, he must be a good friend." She followed up with a question, "By the way, how's life at Jujutsu High? Are you adjusting well?"

As his family, both she and their parents were well aware of Suguru's school and its nature.

Back then, representatives from Jujutsu High had made a special visit to their home. Since Suguru came from a non-sorcerer family, convincing his parents to send their child to what was officially labeled as a "religious school" had not been an easy task.

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