The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 119

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Nanami: "."

Nanami: ...Wait, you can just stretch it like that?! That Wall-nut's flexibility is beyond what I imagined.

Chihori: "If I keep working at it, next time I wanna wrap it around my waist like a belt."

System: [Stop right there! That's a Wall-nut, not a rubber fruit!!]

The silver-haired girl smiled and handed the paper-flat Haibara back to Nanami. "Alright, here you go. Take your friend."

Nanami: "."

He held the paper version of his friend in both hands, and for some reason, it felt like he was holding a tiny coffin—No, no, no, that thought is way too unlucky!!

He quickly shook his head to get rid of it.

But the next moment, he couldn't help but replay that terrifying scene from earlier in his mind.

If Chihori hadn't shown up just then, maybe...

Nanami's heart sank. He was more of a realist than an idealist, and that meant he could clearly see how that whole event could've ended.

And all of it—his life, his friend's future—was almost lost because of a stupid misjudgment and a careless mission assignment...?

Their lives, thrown away just like that? Because of someone else's blind spot?

Nanami burned with a quiet, cold anger beneath his concern for his friend. His lips were tightly pressed together, and he stood tall and rigid like a streetlamp.

And the next second—a real streetlamp suddenly sprouted from the ground next to him!

Nanami: "?!"

He instinctively stepped to the side. Chihori blinked at first, then lit up with joy and ran forward. "Whoa, this one's standing so straight and proud from the second it's born! Totally inherited your fine tradition, Nanamin."

Nanami's brain: complete static. "...What?"

Chihori: Finally, the straight-laced king of the jujutsu world, Nanamin, has produced a brand-new beautiful plant!!

The silver-haired girl stood beside the lamp-like plant with eyes and gently patted it. "Look, Nanami. Its face and your hair are the same color—both golden."

System: [Huh? Since when can hair color be genetically passed down to a plant's face? Wait a sec—the gold color might just be because the Plantern is glowing.]

"What is this?... A new plant?" Nanami finally came back to his senses a little. He looked at the Plantern with a speechless expression. "And it has something to do with me?"

Honestly, Nanami had already guessed it. He knew this was just like when Geto-senpai, Gojo-senpai, or even Principal Yaga had birthed plants. He just never thought the day would come when even he, a supposedly normal person, would experience it too.

Kento Nanami: I'm no longer pure... (not literally)

System: [Nooo! Don't give up, Nanamin! You're the last hope of a normal Jujutsu society!]

Chihori: [No way! The normal Jujutsu world is full of pain. We want a rational and joyful Jujutsu society!]

Chihori gave Nanami a proud pat on the shoulder. "Thank you for your outstanding contribution to the '21st-Century Jujutsu World Plant Reform & Development Project.' We're all so proud of you."

Nanami: "'21st-Century Jujutsu World Plant Reform & Development Project'? When did that become a thing?"

Chihori: "Ahem, just now."

Nanami: "?"

System: [In other words—it was totally made up!!]

Nanami was silent for a moment. Still holding his friend, he decided to shift his focus to the newly born plant.

—Plantern.

Chihori tucked away the Plantern card and began explaining based on its description.

【Plantern】
【Description: Can detect the general position and grade of curses within a certain area. Trust it—it never makes mistakes.】
【Status: A plant shaped like a streetlamp, and it even glows like one. Maybe it's time to replace all the streetlamps at Jujutsu High. The ultimate eco-friendly light warrior!】
【Note: A top-tier competitor to replace the Windows department. Can greatly reduce accidents caused by curse misidentification.】

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Nanami hadn't expected that the very issue he had just been furious about—misclassification of curses—would be solved in seconds. He paused, then asked, "What's its scanning method...?"

"Wanna try it out on the spot?" Chihori tapped the Plantern lightly. "Excuse me, any curses nearby?"

The Plantern lit up with a soft, glowing light, and its voice echoed gently in the air:
"—Thirty meters southwest, one Special Grade Curse."

Nanami: "!?" A Special Grade Curse?!

He froze, skeptical. "...Are you sure that reading's accurate?"

"C'mon, have a little faith in your own child." Chihori winked, turning to face southwest.

The wind rustled the trees, and the air stirred with an oppressive heat. The flow of cursed energy was clear—palpable.

Nanami tensed up, every muscle on edge. Chihori, on the other hand, tilted her head slightly, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Through the sound of leaves rustling and branches creaking, a one-eyed, volcano-headed curse slowly emerged—its aura heavy, its presence overwhelming.

—It was the Special Grade Cursed Spirit, Jogo!

The small, stout curse grinned wide and spoke. "Oh, silver-haired brat, I've heard of you."

Since the curses and Kenjaku had teamed up earlier than in the original timeline, they shared intel between each other. Jogo had heard Chihori's name from Hanami and Kenjaku alike.

He'd just happened to be passing nearby, noticed the commotion, and came over out of a mix of curiosity and malice.

"Heard of me?" Chihori frowned thoughtfully, her expression growing serious.

Human and Special Grade Curse locked eyes. The air was thick and heavy, the pressure almost choking.

The next second, Chihori clapped her left hand onto her right palm with a spark of realization. "Ah—I get it now! You're here to join our Scum-Purging Cult!"

Jogo: "?" What cult now?

Facing the short, squat Special Grade curse that looked like Mount Fuji in a cloak, Nanami was on full alert, his lips pressed into a stiff, straight line.

The sudden appearance of a Special Grade cursed spirit was like a giant boulder dropping out of the sky. The only small comfort was that it confirmed the Plantern's accuracy—which meant maybe the [Window] department could finally be laid off and reassigned.

...That is, if they lived long enough to actually bring the Plantern back.

Chihori beamed. "Hey, Nanami. I told you—have a little more faith in your kid. See how great its readings are?"

"Yes. Indeed. The Plantern did a great job," Nanami replied quickly, his praise sincere but his face stiff. Then he added, "But maybe this isn't what we should be focusing on right now."

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