The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 20

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There were actually a lot of road signs in this area, which she hadn't noticed earlier. After hearing the tip, she nodded, put the map away, and committed the address to memory, planning to follow the road signs.

Since Naoya had helped her, Chihori kindly circled back to remind him, "Drink more water, watch out for heatstroke." (System: He seems like he's acting like that because of you!)

For some reason, Naoya's expression grew even worse after Chihori came back a few times. (System: Seriously, Chihori, were you doing that on purpose?)

Naoya's sharp, upturned eyes burned with anger, but there was no way for him to vent it—because he couldn't catch the elusive, wind-like Chihori!

After asking about the location of the road signs, Chihori looked up and saw a sign not far ahead. She brightened and said, "Oh, I found it! Thanks, I'm off!"

With that, she quickly turned and headed in the direction indicated by the sign.

Naoya Zen'in, still standing in place, reached out again but grabbed nothing: "..."

—It was on purpose! It must've been on purpose! That annoying woman!!

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When Naoya returned to where he started, Nanami and Haibara had already dealt with the curse spirit that had been sent back to level two.

The child inside had been successfully rescued, and the assistant supervisors were handling the aftermath.

When Naoya, looking gloomy as ever, appeared, Nanami paused for a moment, then calmly asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing," Naoya couldn't bring himself to admit that his proud techniques couldn't catch up with a girl and that she had managed to shake him off.

He was too concerned about his reputation, so he nodded, naturally saying, "I just took a walk around."

Nanami, with a mind like a mirror, could tell that it wasn't that simple, but he didn't press the issue.

He looked away and turned his attention to Haibara, who was helping the assistant supervisors with the follow-up.

Zen'in took two steps forward, stood next to him, and after a brief silence, he unexpectedly asked, "...Do you have any students at Tokyo Jujutsu High with silver hair?"

"Silver hair?" Kento Nanami replied, "Not really. But there's someone with white hair, Satoru Gojo—you should know him."

Of course, he knew Satoru Gojo. They had met several times at the Three Families gatherings.

Looks like that girl wasn't a student of Tokyo Jujutsu High. Naoya's mood was hard to read.

Nanami glanced at him, then back to the front, and added, "Speaking of silver... There was a high-level cursed spirit in Tokyo before, silver-colored, super fast, and really good at hiding. [Window] couldn't find it."

"A cursed spirit??" Naoya's expression shifted, his face showing some confusion. He trusted his judgment—there was no way that girl was a curse spirit!

Though, if she had been, maybe he would've felt a little better.

Because the feeling of not being able to catch someone who seemed like a regular person was different from failing to catch a special-grade curse spirit. The emotional gap between those two was massive.

Even though he caught the common link in the topic about silver, Naoya didn't feel like explaining it to Nanami. After a brief pause, something smug stirred inside him.

—Okay, so maybe he lost track of that person, but compared to the people from Tokyo Jujutsu High, he was still one step closer.

At least he knew what she really looked like, instead of mistaking her for a cursed spirit.

Naoya Zen'in, like a golden-haired fox, puffed up with pride. His earlier annoyance faded a little, and even his ear-studs seemed to gleam brighter.

"..." Nanami noticed the change in the person beside him and glanced over. "So, Zen'in-san, you saw—"

"No," Naoya raised his chin slightly, the end of his tone lifting, "I didn't see anything."

Nanami: "...So you did see something after all?"

But why did his mood keep shifting so wildly—one moment gloomy, then smug, then angry, then smug again? His mood swings were faster than a flipping book—quicker than traffic lights...

Never mind. Nanami chose to ignore it. After all, being a jujutsu sorcerer meant your mind was bound to be a little messed up.

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Elsewhere.

After turning through numerous winding paths, Chihori finally reached her destination. Without disturbing anyone, she quickly entered through the window and conducted a thorough inspection of the Strawberry Milk Factory.

[Not bad.] Chihori was very satisfied in her mind. [The facilities are well-equipped, and the basic materials are all here. Once I get my hands on the Strawberry Milk formula, I'll be able to launch the new era of production.]

Below her was the assembly line. She walked along the top edge of the building with an unbelievable stability.

System: [What are you doing here?]

[I'm observing and looking for a suitable position.] Chihori replied. [The view is wide, and it's relatively hidden.]

The system slowly typed out a question mark: [Why?]

[To find a good place to hang the finger.] Chihori's voice echoed as she suddenly brightened, spotting a good spot. [Oh, I found it!]

In a few quick moves, she jumped to the edge of a slightly raised sign, right above where the final strawberry milk products were being produced.

Chihori then reached into her pouch and pulled out the finger of Sukuna, which was strung through two cloves of garlic. [Let's hang it here.]

System: [...Wait, why are you hanging a finger here?!]

[If I can't physically repel the enemy, I'll crush them mentally.] Chihori said with confidence. [I want to make sure Blueberry Yogurt personally witnesses batch after batch of Strawberry Milk being made. Look, this is completely the era of Strawberry Milk!]

System: [??]

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Chihori was quite handy, and she began hanging the garlic-strung finger on the building's raised section. After thinking for a few seconds, she then hid it inside, so that no one below could see the extra item.

[For safety's sake...] Chihori pondered before pulling out more garlic to surround the finger. [I'll come back to update it regularly.]

System: [Seriously, this will definitely pickle! Please spare that poor finger! It's just an innocent Blueberry Yogurt finger!]

Chihori leaned back confidently: [Admit it, Blueberry Yogurt!]

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