Chapitre 23: The Next Station is... Shibuya
Sukuna stood with his arms crossed, a wicked grin etched upon his face as he regarded Hiro with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Hiro, his voice steady and determined, met Sukuna's gaze head-on.
"I need a technique, one powerful enough to even pierce through Gojo's infinity," Hiro said, his words hanging heavy in the air between them.
Sukuna threw his head back, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "Don't tell me you're planning to betray Gojo Satoru," he said, his voice dripping with malicious glee.
Hiro shook his head, his expression resolute. "No, not at all. Let's just say that on my path to becoming the strongest, I need to surpass him as well, not kill him."
Sukuna's eyes glinted with interest, his smile widening at Hiro's words. The King of Curses was known for his unpredictable nature, for doing as he pleased and seeking out entertainment wherever he could find it. He could easily reject Hiro's request or accept it on a whim, his actions guided by his own twisted sense of amusement.
"Alright, kid," Sukuna said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I'll tell you, but only because you have an interesting technique. What makes Gojo Satoru so special?"
Hiro paused for a moment, his mind racing with the possibilities. "His Six Eyes," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and determination.
Sukuna nodded, a glimmer of approval in his gaze. "Many of his techniques rely on those eyes. Now, have you noticed your own eyes?"
Hiro tilted his head, a look of confusion crossing his features. "What about mine?"
Sukuna's grin widened, a knowing look in his eyes. "I knew it. You hadn't realized it, but Gojo Satoru has."
Hiro leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"
Sukuna's voice took on a tone of dark amusement. "It's the way you perceive information. Your brain and cognitive processes are faster, thanks to your cursed technique. Your entire body is based on this."
Hiro furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of Sukuna's words. "And what does that mean? Am I just somewhat intelligent?"
Sukuna shook his head, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "You can enhance your eyes even further, your own version of the Six Eyes. Obviously, it will be much more limited, but..."
A moment of silence hung between them, heavy with anticipation. Sukuna's voice dropped to a low whisper, his words filled with dark promise.
"You can see things that even Gojo Satoru couldn't. Magnetic fields, patterns, frequencies. The universe is composed of energy, and you are pure energy. You could, in a way, perceive everything."
Hiro ran a hand through his hair, his mind reeling with the implications of Sukuna's words. "Sounds complicated," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
Sukuna's eyes gleamed with a wicked light. "You could find a gap in his infinite void, or understand its pattern. It all depends on your imagination."
Hiro leaned back, his mind racing with the possibilities. "And how do I achieve that?"
Sukuna brought a hand to his chin, his expression thoughtful. "You could apply some of your energy to your brain's signals, concentrate it in your eyes, and above all, comprehend energy itself."
Hiro nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Well, I suppose there's no harm in trying."
Sukuna's smile turned predatory, his voice filled with dark amusement. "And now, it's time for my payment."
Hiro raised an eyebrow, a hint of wariness in his gaze. "What do you want?"
Sukuna's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I want one of those hamburgers that the kid is always eating," he said, referring to Itadori. "He never shares his food with me, and I get bored."
Hiro chuckled, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, I'll bring you one when I head out."
Sukuna's grin widened, a dark promise in his eyes. "Grow stronger, because when I'm done with Gojo Satoru, you're next."
Hiro met Sukuna's gaze, a challenge in his voice. "We'll see about that."
With those parting words, Sukuna relinquished control of Itadori's body, the younger sorcerer's consciousness flooding back into his own form. Itadori blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sudden change.
"Everything alright, senpai?" Itadori asked, concern etched on his face.
Hiro nodded, a reassuring smile on his lips. "Yeah, all good."
Just then, a familiar voice cut through the air, a playful lilt in its tone. "I heard someone was looking for me. Did you miss me that much?"
Hiro turned, his eyes landing on the tall, slender figure of Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer in the world. Gojo stood with his hands in his pockets, his signature blindfold covering his eyes, a carefree grin on his face.
Hiro stepped forward, his expression turning serious. "We need to talk," he said, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and determination.
Gojo tilted his head, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Oh? What's on your mind, Hiro?"
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Gojo crossed his arms and leaned back on the sofa, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the information Hiro had shared seemed to settle upon his shoulders, a palpable presence in the room. Yaga adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the light as he spoke, his voice grave and concerned.
"This sounds serious," Yaga said, his brow furrowed in thought.
Kokichi inclined his head, a look of genuine remorse etched on his face. "I'm truly sorry for working with them," he said, his voice heavy with the burden of his actions.
Gojo's gaze shifted to Yaga, a glimmer of calculation in his eyes. "Can I ask you to keep the Shibuya incident a secret?" he asked, his voice low and serious.
Yaga arched an eyebrow, surprise and curiosity mingling in his expression. "Why?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism.
Gojo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he spoke. "Well, there are several reasons. We don't know if Kokichi is the only traitor, and if the higher-ups found out, they would execute him without hesitation. And let's not forget that the big shots are opportunists."
Yaga nodded, understanding dawning on his face. "You're right. They wouldn't hesitate to use Geto's plans in Shibuya to take you down."
Hiro, who had been listening intently, spoke up, his voice filled with a mix of determination and strategy. "So, what do we do then?"
Gojo's lips curved into a small smile, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Let's play along with their game. They likely expect us to know their plans by now, so it will throw them off if we act as if we're unaware."
Yaga's expression turned thoughtful, his mind racing with the implications of Gojo's words. "And what about you, Gojo? Even if you know about Geto and the Prison Realm, there's no guarantee you won't be sealed away."
Hiro's smile widened, a spark of confidence in his eyes. "That's the only thing we'll change. Gojo won't go to the subway. I will."
Yaga's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern. "And how does that make a difference?"
Hiro leaned back, his arms crossing over his chest as he spoke. "It's simple. They won't want to use their only weapon against Gojo on me. We're talking about Geto and Hanzo, right? I've already defeated them before."
Kokichi's expression turned uncertain, his voice filled with a hint of doubt. "Yes, but facing both of them alone, not to mention the other cursed spirits..."
Gojo threw his head back, a carefree laugh escaping his lips. "It's fine, let him do it," he said, his voice filled with unwavering confidence.
All eyes turned to Gojo, surprise and disbelief etched on their faces. "Are you sure?" Yaga asked, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and skepticism.
Gojo's grin widened, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Absolutely. Hiro is strong, and I'll be nearby if things get complicated."
Yaga shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "That doesn't sound like much of a plan."
Gojo's expression turned thoughtful, his voice growing serious. "True, but we don't know how Suguru thinks. In fact, we don't even know if it's the same Suguru. As far as I remember, I finished off his body..."
A heavy silence settled over the room, the weight of Gojo's words hanging in the air like a tangible presence. Gojo broke the silence, his voice filled with a mix of introspection and strategy.
"If what Kokichi says is true, and that cursed spirit Mahito and Hanzo simply left when they saw Hiro, without bothering to finish off Kokichi who already knew their plan, it means they must have a backup plan, maybe even multiple."
Gojo rose to his feet, his posture straight and confident. "Besides, we have eight days before everything goes down. We have time to prepare."
Yaga sighed, resignation and determination mingling in his expression. "Alright, I won't inform the higher-ups, but I will tell Shoko and Nanami. The more trusted allies we have, the better."
Gojo nodded, a glimmer of approval in his eyes. "Good. Use these days to rest up, especially you, Hiro. You've been in a lot of battles lately, haven't you?"
Hiro arched an eyebrow, a hint of defiance in his voice. "I'm fine," he said, his tone laced with a touch of stubbornness.
Gojo shook his head, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he wagged his finger in admonishment. "No, no, no. You've fought hard this past month. It's best if you rest and skip the training sessions."
Hiro's shoulders slumped, a sigh of resignation escaping his lips. "Alright, I suppose."
Gojo's grin widened, a look of fond pride in his eyes. "That's my golden boy," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
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Hiro found himself enveloped in the tranquility of his room, the night casting its dark veil over the school grounds. The chill of the approaching winter seeped through the walls, a subtle reminder of the changing seasons. He stood before the mirror, his gaze fixated on his own eyes, lost in contemplation as he mulled over Sukuna's cryptic words. Those azure orbs, they held the key to unlocking the next level of his power, a tantalizing promise that both excited and unnerved him.
A sudden knock at the door jolted Hiro from his introspection. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, he made his way across the room, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Maki, her brow furrowed, a small box clutched in her hand. Hiro arched an eyebrow, a silent question hanging between them.
"What's up?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern.
Maki extended the box towards him, a sigh escaping her lips, her shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. "It's your anniversary gift," she explained, her tone tinged with a mixture of awkwardness and resignation. "We would have been together a year, a week after Momo... I had already bought the present, so I didn't want it to go to waste."
Hiro accepted the box, a wave of surprise and appreciation washing over him. With nimble fingers, he lifted the lid, revealing a sleek, minimalist watch nestled within, its silver links gleaming in the soft light of the room. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a warmth spreading through his chest.
"Thank you, you didn't have to," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.
A mischievous glint danced in Hiro's eyes as he met Maki's gaze, a playful smile playing on his lips. "So, is this what you meant by spending the night in my room?" he teased, his tone light and flirtatious.
Maki's lips curved into a knowing smirk, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mirth. "What did you expect?"
Laughter bubbled up in Hiro's throat, a momentary respite from the weight of his thoughts. "Nothing, nothing at all."
A charged silence settled between them, the air heavy with unspoken desires and lingering emotions. The tension was palpable, a crackling energy that seemed to draw them closer, like moths to a flame. Hiro stepped back, gesturing into the dimly lit sanctuary of his room, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air.
"Want to come in?" he asked, his voice low and inviting, a subtle undercurrent of longing threading through his words.
Maki raised an eyebrow, surprise and hesitation warring in her expression. "Seriously?"
Hiro shrugged, a roguish grin spreading across his face, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Hey, I didn't say we were going to do anything."
Maki shook her head, a chuckle escaping her lips, the sound sending a shiver down Hiro's spine. "A guy and a girl, ex-lovers, alone in a room in the middle of the night... there's only one way that usually goes."
Hiro leaned against the doorframe, his posture relaxed, yet his eyes burned with an intensity that belied his casual demeanor. "So, are you coming in or not?"
Maki glanced down the hallway, a momentary hesitation before she stepped across the threshold, the click of the door closing behind her sounding like a promise, a surrender to the inevitable. "Alright, just this once," she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. "But let's be clear, it's only because you caught me in the mood."
Hiro's smile widened, a triumphant gleam in his eyes as he pulled Maki close, their bodies molding together like two pieces of a puzzle, finally complete. "Sure, just this once," he agreed, his breath hot against her ear, sending a shiver of anticipation through her body.
No sooner had the words left his lips than Maki's mouth was on his, the kiss desperate and hungry, a collision of lips and tongues and teeth. It was as if their bodies had been seeking each other for an eternity, drawn together by an invisible force that defied reason and logic. Clothes were hastily discarded, buttons popping and fabric tearing in their haste to feel skin against skin.
They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of heated flesh and roaming hands, their movements urgent and needy. Hiro's lips blazed a trail of fire down Maki's body, worshipping every curve and hollow, savoring the taste of her skin until he reached the apex of her thighs. With a reverence bordering on devotion, he parted her slick folds, his tongue delving into her most intimate places, drawing gasps and moans of pleasure from her parted lips.
Maki's back arched off the mattress, her fingers tangling in Hiro's hair, urging him closer, deeper. She was lost in a haze of sensation, her body thrumming with a need that only he could satisfy. As Hiro's skilled mouth brought her to the brink of ecstasy, Maki's mind struggled to make sense of the intensity, the rightness of their union. It felt different, more profound than any other encounter, as if their very souls were entwined in this moment of passion.
Hiro's own desire burned hot and bright, his body aching to be one with Maki's. As he moved up her body, his hardness pressed against her heat, a promise of the pleasure to come. Their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them, a thousand unspoken words in a single glance.
With a smooth thrust of his hips, Hiro buried himself deep inside Maki, a groan of satisfaction tearing from his throat at the feeling of her tight heat enveloping him. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, as if they had been made for each other. Maki's nails raked down Hiro's back, leaving trails of delicious pain in their wake, urging him on, harder, faster, deeper.
The room filled with the symphony of their passion, the creaking of the bed and the slap of flesh against flesh, mingled with gasps and moans of pleasure. Hiro's eyes, usually a bright cerulean, now glowed with an almost eerie intensity, a testament to the power that thrummed through his veins. Maki, lost in the throes of ecstasy, couldn't help but marvel at the sight, even as her own body trembled with the force of her impending release.
As they teetered on the brink of oblivion, Hiro's voice, rough with emotion, cut through the haze of desire. "Maki," he breathed, his gaze boring into hers, "do you want to try again? To be together?"
Maki, her breath coming in short gasps, her heart pounding against her ribcage, met his gaze with a mix of surprise and longing. "Why... why are you asking me this now?" she managed, her voice barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears.
Hiro's hips snapped forward, driving into her with a renewed urgency, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. "I don't know," he confessed, his voice raw and honest, stripped bare of all pretense. "I just felt the need to."
Maki wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, their bodies melding into one. "Yes," she breathed, her voice filled with a desperate need, a longing that echoed in the depths of her soul. "Yes, okay. But don't you dare stop..."
Their release crashed over them like a tidal wave, their bodies convulsing in shared ecstasy. Maki's inner walls fluttered around Hiro as he spilled himself deep inside her, a primal claiming, a marking of territory. They clung to each other, chests heaving, hearts racing, as the aftershocks of their climax rippled through their bodies, leaving them spent and sated.
But their moment of blissful respite was short-lived, shattered by an insistent knocking at the door. Maki, frustration and embarrassment warring on her face, hastily wrapped herself in a robe and stalked over to the door, muttering under her breath about the ill-timed interruption.
She yanked the door open, ready to unleash her ire on whoever dared to disturb them, only to find herself face to face with Mai. The two sisters stared at each other, shock and confusion etched into their features, a tableau of awkward tension.
"What are you doing here?" Maki demanded, her voice tight with a mixture of anger and mortification.
Mai's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking past Maki to where Hiro sat on the bed, a sheepish grin plastered on his face. "I could ask you the same thing," she retorted, her tone accusatory, laced with a hint of betrayal.
Hiro, caught in the crosshairs of the sisters' staredown, could only offer a nervous smile, his mind racing as he tried to find a way to defuse the crackling tension that hung heavy in the air. He knew that his actions, his inability to let go of the past, had led him to this moment, trapped between two women who held pieces of his fractured heart.
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Hiro stood up from the bed, still naked after his passionate encounter with Maki. She tossed a towel at him, her voice laced with annoyance. "At least cover up that thing," she snapped.
Mai, standing in the doorway, smiled mischievously. "Well, I don't mind. I've already seen and felt it."
Maki's furious gaze bore into her sister, the tension crackling in the air between them. Hiro, caught in the middle of the confrontation, quickly thought about how to handle the situation. What would he normally do? Invite them both, suggest a threesome, take advantage of the opportunity to satisfy his carnal desires.
But something had shifted within him. Did he really want to continue being that kind of man? A womanizer unable to commit, jumping from one conquest to another without considering the consequences? He knew it wasn't what Momo would have wanted for him. It was time to grow up, to be more responsible, or at least try.
With a sigh, Hiro faced Maki. "Maki, maybe... I was with your sister," he confessed, his voice heavy with regret.
"You slept with my sister?" Maki asked incredulously, the betrayal evident in her tone.
Mai chimed in with a satisfied smile. "And it was the best."
Hiro raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "What I'm trying to say is that... perhaps I made a mistake. I shouldn't have done it."
Maki arched an eyebrow, surprised by his admission. "You? Admitting an error?"
Hiro ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. "I think it was also a mistake to end things with you. How do I put it? I wasn't thinking clearly. In fact, right now, I don't know what I'm doing."
Mai shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, I wouldn't mind if we did it with the three of us."
Maki turned to her sister, disbelief written on her face. "Excuse me?"
Mai grinned, her voice laden with suggestion. "It would be fun, wouldn't it? One Hiro for just the two of us. Don't you want that, Maki?"
Before Maki could respond, Hiro swayed, blood starting to trickle from his nose and eyes. Maki rushed to his side, concern replacing her anger. "Hiro, what's wrong?"
Hiro collapsed, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. Maki turned to Mai, urgency in her voice. "Go get Shoko, quickly. I'll take him to the infirmary."
Mai nodded, but her gaze lingered on Hiro's naked form. "We should dress him first."
Maki shook her head, her patience wearing thin. "I know, I'll do it."
Mai moved towards Hiro, her intentions clear. "No, I'll do it."
Maki threw up her hands, exasperated. "Now's not the time, damn it."
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Hiro blinked slowly, the rays of sunlight filtering through the infirmary window rousing him from his slumber. He sat up, disoriented, trying to piece together the events that had led him there. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice rough from disuse.
Gojo, who had been gazing out the window, turned to him with an enigmatic smile. "Good morning, my dear golden boy."
Hiro rubbed his head, trying to clear the fog in his mind. "What happened?"
Gojo approached, his expression a mix of amusement and curiosity. "You won't believe it, but something very interesting occurred."
Hiro looked at him expectantly, eager for answers. "What happened?"
Gojo tilted his head, his tone serious despite his smile. "Tell me, Hiro, have you noticed the power of your eyes?"
Hiro nodded slowly. "Sukuna told me about them."
A glimmer of satisfaction appeared in Gojo's blindfolded eyes. "Perfect. Then let me tell you, Hiro, what happened. As you already know, your brain works with the electrical energy from your own cursed technique to have cognitive processes, reflexes, information retention, and other things at a speed above average."
Hiro listened attentively, trying to grasp the implications of Gojo's words. The sensei continued, his voice charged with contained excitement.
"But this was always positive energy. When you learned to use your Red Lightning, you also learned about negative energy. When Momo passed away, your brain was filled with that negative energy, which caused your change in attitude."
Hiro frowned, confused. "I'm sure that's not how the principle of positive and negative works in electricity."
Gojo laughed, a rich and deep sound. "It doesn't, but this is cursed energy. Or rather, they go hand in hand. Your negative thoughts influenced your cursed technique, which in turn affected your personality. Little by little, you started returning to normal, but there was a moment when your positive and negative energy clashed, causing you to faint."
Hiro touched his head, trying to process the information. Gojo sat beside him, his posture relaxed but his tone serious.
"But that's not bad news. On the contrary, you've unlocked the ability to perform a very impressive technique."
Hiro's eyes widened with interest. "What is it?"
Gojo smiled, a flash of excitement on his face. "Come, there's no one else in this world who can teach it to you besides me."
Hiro stood up, his body still weak but his mind determined. "I thought I wasn't allowed to train."
Gojo shrugged, his smile never wavering. "Yes, but the situation has changed. Your technique is more important."
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On October 31, 2018, at precisely 7:00 PM, Ijichi stood before his colleagues, his face illuminated by the glow of the screen behind him. With a grave expression, he presented a report detailing the appearance of a mysterious Screen in the heart of the Shibuya District. The Screen, he explained, had a radius of approximately 400 meters and possessed the unsettling ability to trap ordinary civilians within its boundaries, leaving them with no means of escape. To make matters worse, the Screen also had the power to block phone coverage, effectively cutting off communication with the outside world.
As the gravity of the situation sank in, the first team to arrive on the scene was the Nanami Team, led by the seasoned sorcerer Kento Nanami. Alongside him stood the young and determined Megumi Fushiguro and the reliable Takuma Ino. They approached Ijichi with purpose, their faces set in grim determination.
"Ijichi-san," Nanami said, his voice calm and measured, "we're here to assist in any way we can. Just let us know what you need."
Ijichi nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his features. "Thank you, Nanami-san. We'll need all the help we can get."
The next team to arrive was the Zenin Team, headed by the formidable Naobito Zenin. By his side stood the skilled and resolute Maki Zenin and the fiery Nobara Kugisaki. They made their way towards Akari Nitta, who greeted them with a somber expression.
"Zenin-san," Akari said, her voice tight with concern, "we have a situation. The civilians trapped inside the Screen are calling out for Satoru Gojo."
Naobito's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing. "The identity of us sorcerers is not public knowledge. For them to be specifically demanding Gojo's presence... they must be under some kind of coercion."
Meanwhile, the third team, the Kusakabe Team, led by the dependable Atsuya Kusakabe and accompanied by the enigmatic Panda, patrolled their designated area. As they walked, they discussed the unfolding events in hushed tones.
"This Screen... it's not like anything we've encountered before," Panda mused, his mechanical voice tinged with worry.
Kusakabe nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "We need to be on high alert. There's no telling what kind of curses or sorcerers might be behind this."
Inside the Screen, the civilians were in a state of utter panic. Their screams filled the air, a cacophony of fear and desperation. "Satoru Gojo!" they cried out, their voices raw with terror. "Where are you? Save us!"
Some of the trapped individuals seemed strangely calm, their expressions vacant and untroubled. Others, however, wore looks of suspicion and dread, their minds reeling as they recalled the moment they were swallowed up by the vast, inky blackness of the Screen.
Amidst the chaos, at precisely 8:31 PM, Hiro Miller arrived on the scene. As he navigated the crowded streets, his mind focused on the task at hand, he accidentally collided with one of the panicked civilians. The man stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear.
"Watch where you're going!" the civilian shouted, his voice trembling.
Hiro fixed him with a cold stare, his blue eyes glinting with annoyance. "Stay out of my way," he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Without sparing the man another glance, Hiro pressed on, his footsteps echoing against the pavement as he entered the Tokyo Metro within Shibuya Station. He descended to the 1st floor, his keen eyes taking in every detail, analyzing the situation with a critical gaze.
As he made his way through the remaining floors of the station, Hiro couldn't help but notice the eerie similarity in each level. Everywhere he looked, he saw civilians crowding the exits, their faces etched with despair and confusion.
Finally, Hiro reached the 5th floor, where the concentration of trapped individuals was even greater. As he scanned the sea of faces, his eyes locked onto a familiar figure. There, standing amidst the chaos, was Hanzo, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Hiro's own lips curled into a grin, a spark of challenge in his eyes. "You again?" he called out, his voice carrying over the din of the crowd.
Hanzo's smile widened, a glint of malice in his gaze. "This time, it will be different," he declared, his tone dripping with confidence.
Hiro's instincts prickled, a sense of unease washing over him. He whirled around, his body tensing as he caught sight of Jogo and Hanami, their presence looming behind him like a dark shadow.
"I didn't take you for the type to hide behind others, Hanzo," Hiro taunted, his voice laced with mockery. "Calling for backup? How disappointing."
A chuckle emanated from the crowd, low and menacing. Hiro's eyes narrowed as a familiar figure emerged, his long hair and piercing gaze unmistakable. Suguru Geto stepped forward, his lips curved into a smirk.
"Well, well, Hiro Miller," Geto drawled, his voice smooth as silk. "We've been expecting you. I must say, you've taken your sweet time getting here."
Hiro's mind raced, pieces of the puzzle falling into place. They had anticipated his arrival. He had walked straight into their trap. But why? What did they want with him?
Hiro's gaze darted to the scar on Geto's forehead. Something about Geto seemed different, more powerful, more ominous. Hiro realized, with a sinking feeling, that he might need to unleash his newly acquired abilities sooner than he had planned.
Steeling himself, Hiro flashed a confident smile. "Geto," he acknowledged, his tone casual despite the tension crackling in the air. "I heard rumors of your survival, but I must admit, I had my doubts. Looks like the cockroach is harder to kill than I thought."
Geto's eyes glittered with amusement, unperturbed by the insult. "You have no idea what you've stumbled into, Hiro. But don't worry, we'll be sure to enlighten you."
Hiro's fingers twitched, itching to reach for his santsesukon. "Is that so? Well, color me intrigued. What's the grand plan this time? Another half-baked scheme to plunge the world into chaos?"
Geto chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "Oh, you'll see soon enough. But for now, let's just say that your presence here is crucial to our goals. You have a part to play, Hiro Miller, whether you like it or not."
Hiro's jaw clenched, a flicker of unease darting through him. What could they possibly want with him? What role did they expect him to fulfill?
Pushing aside his doubts, Hiro straightened his posture, his eyes flashing with determination. "Well then," he declared, his voice ringing out clear and strong, "I guess it's time to put on a show."
With a deep breath, Hiro focused his energy, tapping into the well of power that thrummed through his veins. "Ojos Divinos," he whispered, feeling the familiar crackle of electricity dancing in his eyes.
The world around him shifted, his vision sharpening to an unprecedented clarity. Hiro could see the flow of energy within each person, the intricate web of signals and frequencies that governed their movements. He could predict their actions, anticipate their next steps.
But as his gaze fell upon Geto, Hiro's breath caught in his throat. There, swirling within the depths of Geto's mind, was a maelstrom of cursed energy, far more potent and chaotic than anything Hiro had ever encountered.
Despite the unease that settled in the pit of his stomach, Hiro forced a smile, a mask of bravado slipping into place. "Well," he drawled, his voice dripping with false cheer, "it seems I'm in for quite the party. And here I thought my invitation got lost in the mail."
Geto's laughter echoed through the station, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of the trapped civilians. "Oh, Hiro," he purred, his eyes glinting with malevolent glee, "the party's just getting started. And trust me, you won't want to miss a single moment of it."
Hiro's grip tightened on his weapon, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like a physical force. He was outnumbered, outmatched, and quite possibly in over his head.
With a final, defiant grin, Hiro prepared himself for the fight of his life, his Ojos Divinos blazing with an otherworldly light. "Bring it on," he challenged, his voice a resounding battle cry. "Let's see what you've got."
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