The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 18

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Technically, that made sense. The system thought for a second before realizing the real issue.

System: [Wait a sec, aren't you supposed to hand that over??]

[Hand it over to who? It'd just be a huge pain no matter who gets it. And honestly, after reading the manga, I feel like those rotten oranges are even less reliable than me, and I'm literally still a minor.]

Chihori threw out a casual jab, then straightened her back and declared with conviction:

[More importantly, as the rightful successor of Strawberry Milk, when faced with a direct challenge from the enemy, of course, I have to respond head-on!]

System: [?]

System: [...Wait, what challenge?! Where's the challenge in this?!]

[Duh, when one-twentieth of the King himself has made an appearance, isn't that official enough?]

She tucked the cursed finger—now fully marinated in garlic—into her waist pouch.

[Alright then, since it's here, I'm gonna make sure this temporarily garlic-infused finger witnesses the rise of my Strawberry Milk empire! I'll show it that Blueberry Yogurt's glory days are over. The true choice of the people will always be Strawberry Milk!]

System: [...I keep telling you, this has nothing to do with milk vs. yogurt!! And seriously, if that finger stays buried in garlic for too long, won't it start absorbing the flavor?!]

Garlic-Scented Cursed Finger.jpg

Chihori: [Crunchy and delicious!]

System: [...This finger has suffered so much that even the great Lord Sukuna himself would probably crawl out of the afterlife just to say, "Damn unlucky."]

Sukuna's Finger: I'd rather have rotted away in the dirt...

After securing the finger, Chihori picked up the sunflower she had just used as a weapon and gently patted its short petals. "You did great today, my dear partner."

These special plants disappeared after taking a certain amount of damage. They could also be manually removed with a small shovel when no longer needed.

A temporary disappearance wasn't a big deal. As long as she had enough sunlight, she could grow a new one anytime.

—Basically, it worked like a main card, and every planted sunflower was just a shadow clone.

"Take a break now." Chihori put the sunflower away.

Not far away, the cursed spirit was still vomiting rainbows, covering the ground in a psychedelic mess. Truly a masterpiece of chaotic expressionism.

A black-haired boy, Junpei Yoshino, was standing beside his friend, Moji, while three other kids lay unconscious on the ground.

Just then, the system spoke up.

System: [Someone's coming.]

[Someone?] Chihori asked in her mind.

System: [A 'curtain' has been set up around the area, and a few people have just entered from the outside—probably sorcerers, here to deal with the cursed spirit.]

"Well, that's great." Chihori thought. That meant she didn't have to waste any more time here.

She touched her chin. [Can I leave now? You're not gonna trap me in here too, right?]

[This kind of barrier is usually meant to keep the cursed spirits inside. Normal people can leave just fine.]

[Awesome! In that case, I'll leave this rainbow-vomiting cursed spirit and the children to the professionals—Jujutsu Sorcerers.] Chihori nodded enthusiastically. [I've got my own duty as the founder of Strawberry Milk. It's time to check out the strawberry milk factory Toji picked out!]

She straightened her collar and then—whoosh! In a flash, she sped out of the small park, moving so fast that only a faint silver afterimage remained.

Junpei, who had been desperately calling out his friend's name, caught a glimpse of a silver streak from the corner of his eye. By the time he looked up, the girl from just a moment ago was already gone.

He blinked in confusion before mumbling, "...Superwoman? Ultraman? Did she go back to the sky...?"

Despite his love for horror movies, he was still just a kid. Most of what he watched were Ultraman and superhero shows—stories where terrifying monsters existed, but so did dreamlike, larger-than-life heroes.

"...So light really does exist...!" Junpei's eyes widened as he clenched his fists, summoning his courage. He looked up at the sky and shouted, "...Thank you, warrior of light!"

Nanami and Haibara rushed in from outside the [curtain], only to be greeted by this scene—

A grotesque, tentacle-covered cursed spirit inexplicably vomiting rainbows onto the ground, while a normal-looking black-haired, black-eyed kid shouted "warrior of light" at the sky, his expression full of determination and emotion.

Kento Nanami & Yu Haibara: "???"

Wait... something about this felt off compared to usual??

Meanwhile, outside the barrier, Naoya was standing there, weighing the risks of stepping into danger with a look of mild interest—until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a silver streak flash past him, dashing off into the distance at an incredible speed.

Naoya: "!?"

He spun around in shock, eyes tracking the silver blur. But by the time he reacted, all that remained was the faintest trace of an afterimage.

What... what the hell was that?!

The [curtain] should've kept the cursed spirits from escaping so easily. Plus, he hadn't sensed any cursed energy fluctuation just now—meaning whatever just shot past him wasn't a cursed spirit. It was a person!?

But at that speed, no normal human could possibly—wait. Could it be a Heavenly Restriction?

Naoya's fox-like eyes narrowed sharply. He activated his Cursed Technique and took off in pursuit!

Naoya had inherited his father's 'Projection Sorcery'—splitting one second into 24 frames, allowing his movements to exceed human limits. Even most Jujutsu Sorcerers and cursed spirits struggled to react to his speed.

—And yet, he couldn't catch up to that silver blur ahead of him.

Even at his max speed, there was still a noticeable gap between them. But at least now, he could make out that the figure was indeed a person—a girl with a petite frame, her hair tied back with a black ribbon.

A woman?!

Naoya's eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Up ahead, the silver figure turned a corner, and by the time Naoya reached it, she was gone.

He had lost her.

It was a reality he didn't want to admit—but he had no choice.

Naoya stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of the bustling street. His lips pressed into a thin line, his expression dark.

...Damn it! The technique and speed he had always taken pride in—he actually couldn't catch up?!

...He got ditched by a girl?!

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