Chapitre 12: Mission
Arai who was in a taxi traveled to the west.
His mission was at the border of Tokyo city. Looking outside the window, the city that was filled with skyscrapers was now much more warming as the buildings were normal sized.
It wasn't a poor looking place but a more comfortable one. A typical environment that one would experience. But Arai turned back his attention to the documents handed to him. He began flipping through the pages as he recorded everything into his brain.
But the summary of the mission was simple. Save a girl that was from a family of sorcerers. Though there was a lot of things obstructing it. The clan of sorcerers which was named 'Nakayama'. But it seemed that this family was in a tough situation.
They haven't produced any sorcerers in the past 80 years and are in decline. Their clan was about to be classed as disbanded since the higher-ups didn't see them as prominent figure anymore but something interesting happened.
The clan head had a child named Nakayama Nao. And that child inherited their technique. But that wasn't the most important thing. It was the fact that the child was born with a physique. A physique that permanently altered her body. A heavenly pact.
The kid had a heavenly pact that made her gain two advantages to other sorcerers. First, the generation of curse energy that she produces is immense. It is so immense that it is almost as comparable to a semi-first grade curse user.
Key word was 'almost'. But even if it was, that was very impressive for a child.
"A 7 year old kid comparable to a semi-first grade curse user. Now that's funny." Arai chuckled. The second advantage was also a disadvantage per say. Because the heavenly restriction limited her body in numerous ways.
The girl couldn't see, smell or taste nor could she talk. She didn't have 3 out of the 5 senses and had a weak body but obtained a different sense with her heavenly restriction. She could 'see' threats with her new sense which gives her a type of danger sense.
Though it sounds strong, it was very limited as it wasn't a technique but something she gained through the heavenly restriction. She can't fully 'see' but feel the target.
In addition to that, it wasn't exactly the most accurate thing. Actually, an experienced sorcerer would be better as their instinct is more reliable than this sense which sometimes worked and sometimes didn't.
Arai tapped his foot as he was in his thoughts. 'Her potential is immense. Someone like this is undoubtedly going to become a powerful sorcerer. Well that is if she can improve that sense of hers and overcome that weak body of hers. Which is why-'
Turning to the next page was the assignment handed to him. It was a rescue mission. The girl had been kidnapped by a terrorist group of sorcerers named 'Q'. They are a group trying to overturn the modern Jujutsu World.
'It's pretty clear as to why they kidnapped the girl. To make her become a weapon for them. They will use her to try to take over the world.' A look of disgust was on Arai's face as he read the report.
Realizing he was losing his cool, Arai slapped his cheeks. 'Gotta focus on the task. Don't let your emotions get the better of you.'
He took out his phone and dialed the number that was on the paper. Arai called the phone number and soon someone picked it up.
"Hello. This is Nakayama residence." A woman's voice was heard from the end. She sounded a bit mature and professional.
"Hello. My name is Isao Arai. I am the sorcerer that's been given the task of saving your clan's kid. This is an emergency so I hope we can skip the formalities. So please give the phone to your clan leader."
When the woman heard this, he could hear her rush from the call as she barged in and said something he couldn't understand. Soon enough, someone took hold of the phone and responded to him.
"Hello?" A male voice was heard.
"Yes hello. Is this the clan leader of the Nakayama?"
"Yes, that is me."
Finding his new informant, Arai didn't waste any time. "I've been given the task to save your daughter. I'd like you to give every single bit of information you have. That is, if you want to see your daughter safe."
Although reluctant, the man agreed. "...of course."
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At a dark place, there was a little girl who was in a cell. Silver bars trapped her but inside the cell were multiple talisman placed with unknown effects. The girl wore a typical pink colored kimono with a white sash but it was no dirtied as she was on the dirty floor. She had brown silky hair but was now covered in dust and dirt.
Her face drained of colors and her eyes were white as she laid on the cold ground which was full of trash and insects. The smell was nauseating yet she had no visible reaction to it.
"When are we bringing the package?" She heard a voice and twitched. Fear was apparent on her expression as she backed away as much as she can while making incomprehensible sounds.
"Don't know. But from what Boss Kokun said, he's dealing with something so we can't do anything right now. There are going to be sorcerers trying to go get the girl so all we need to do is hide for now."
"But what if an special grade curse user comes find us. Like Gojo Satoru."
"Hmph, do you really think they'll mobilize such a powerful sorcerer for this? And so what if they come. Bayer can easily keep up with them and we can escape with the girl."
"We'll be making a weapon out of her. And when we do, nobody will be able to stop us from destroying the Jujutsu world."
The men wore a white Breton hat that has a dark colored bill and a Q on the front of it, a mask that cover his mouth and nose, a double breast suit with a cape that has the ends of it attached to the ends of the sleeves, a dark button down shirt under the suit, a light colored tie, a dark belt around his waist, dark colored pants, and dark colored boots.
This was the uniform of the Terrorist group known as 'Q'.
Their goal, overturning the Jujutsu World with their power.
In the cell, the only thing the girl could do was weep as she couldn't do anything else. The little girl fell asleep as she was too tired but not before doing one last thing.
And that was to hope that someone saves her. Whether it was her family or not, she just wanted to get out of here. Out of this prison. Tears came out of her eyes as she silently cried while sleeping.
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