Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 192 Everyone Shows Their Magical Powers

brake--

The black luxury car stopped beside the green belt and four students opened the door.

"So, this is where the mission is handed over?"

The first to speak was Gojo Satoru, who walked in front of the four people and raised his sunglasses with his fingers, looking up at the mall in front of him with a smile. He was so dazzling in his black technical college uniform and his tall figure that even passers-by couldn't help but look at him.

After talking with Makima, I got some more information, but also a lot of doubts.

But no matter what, what the four kids from the technical high school have to consider now is taking away the [Astral Plasma].

Everything will be decided after meeting Tenriko in person.

And now, they have arrived at the first handover point of the mission.

"The astral plasma attack occurred two days ago, and the bounty was issued yesterday."

As he walked, Geto Xiayou explained without turning his head.

"It is said that the astral plasma has been protected by the special-grade sorcerer Jiujiu Yuki. It should be somewhere in the mall now."

With a lollipop in the corner of her mouth, Glass walked briskly towards the building in front of her.

"Eh? Does that mean I can spar with that special grade sorcerer later?"

On the side, Fujimaru, who often destroyed his school uniform and therefore simply wore a white casual shirt, looked delighted.

Although, after leaving the world of "Jujutsu Kaisen", Ritsuka has already had fun with many powerful enemies, such as Alfia who is resting in Ritsuka's body at this moment, and the monster of "absolute evil", Zagnate, etc., all of which are powerful enemies that Ritsuka is satisfied with.

But even so, the special-grade sorcerer is still delicious.

He is completely not on the same level as a first-grade sorcerer, and can even slaughter special-grade cursed spirits like pigs and dogs - that is the definition of a special-grade sorcerer.

Kujuyuki, a woman full of mystery, makes Ritsuka look forward to it.

"Ritsuka, you'd better change your setting that your IQ will lower when you encounter a strong enemy. We are partners. What kind of pervert would choose to fight with his own people when performing a protection mission?" Glass complained.

As they were talking, the four of them had already reached the entrance of the mall.

After taking a quick glance at the sign of [Youxin Department Store], the four of them walked into the mall without fear.

The golden lights create a luxurious and elegant European style, but the floor is made of colorful tiles like those of a supermarket. The signposts and isolation belts are neatly arranged, and you can also see housewives bringing their children out shopping on weekends.

The first floor is the maternal and child products area, as well as large chain brands such as Uniqlo. In the center, there is an extremely bright area with a temporary stage with the theme exhibition "Monster No. 18" written on it. It is probably some kind of special effects offline performance exhibition.

The four of them walked through the metal detector at the entrance.

Beep! ————

A sharp sound was heard, and some of the people around subconsciously shifted their gaze.

The four of them remained calm, waiting for a person in a short black skirt to approach them.

With a gentle face and graceful movements, she approached the four people and spoke softly.

"I'm the contact person assigned by the High Commissioner. Sorry, this is a detection gate that is required by the higher-ups to be set up. Not only metals and firearms, but even cursed tools will sound an alarm."

"Even if we are from the Higher Education Institute, is it not possible?"

"Well." The black-haired receptionist was a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a while, she said, "Master Jiujiu Yuki said that even those sent by the High Commissioner cannot be completely trusted."

"understand."

The four of them looked at each other, and then cooperated to hand over the few spell tools they had to the receptionist and placed them on the lower deck of the front counter.

"Well, why don't we go meet that guy first?" Gojo Satoru suggested, and the other three did not refute.

So, the four of them entered the elevator.

Buzz.
The voice announcement of [Elevator going up] sounded, and the calm and gentle electronic sound soothed people's minds, while the aromatherapy in the elevator also made people relax their minds. Four people, plus the receptionist and an old man who walked in a little late, squeezed into the elevator.

Buzz.
【two】

Click click click.

The numbers on the display screen began to jump, and the four of them all had calm or frivolous smiles on their faces, seeming to be nonchalant and fearless about the mission.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were leaning against the two corners at the deepest part of the elevator, with Fujimaru in the middle. Nozomi and the receptionist were leaning against the two corners at the front of the elevator, with the old man in the middle.

【three】

Suddenly, without any warning, Fujimaru curled the corners of his mouth and stretched out his hand.

The arm turned into a shadow in the indifferent gaze of Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, and stretched towards the old man's butt.

Stir. What are you stirring again?

Of course, Fujimaru had no interest in the old man's shit. He just took out the handkerchief from the old man's waist and threw it gently to the ground.

"Hmm? My handkerchief?"

Of course the old man noticed the sudden appearance of white in his field of vision, so he frowned and bent down a few inches. Seeing this, the receptionist glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

In just a moment of less than one frame, his eyes turned and scanned backwards.

"Ah, let me get it~" At the same time, Glass, who was closer to the handkerchief, squatted down and said to the old man with a smile.

The old man was of course pleased, and said as he bent over.

"Hehe, young people nowadays are really gentle, unlike our generation, when they were all violent--"

call! ! !
The sharp sound of wind suddenly swept across the old man's waist. It was the receptionist who suddenly turned around and swung out his arms.

The arm came at him like a whip, and what was grasped at the tip of the finger was a jet-black pistol.

The pistol is loaded, and the bullet is about to penetrate the atmosphere and tear through human flesh, drawing blood.

In a frozen picture.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru who were yawning, Nozomi who was bending over and smiling, the old grandfather with a satisfied look on his face, and Ritsuka and the receptionist who were working at the same time.

But in the next moment, the female "receptionist" only felt the heat on her neck.

His vision began to blur, but all he saw was Fujimaru's calm smile, the scattered parts of the pistol, and his own.
hand?
【ding dong】

Click.

The elevator door opened, and the old man, Nishiko, and Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru walked out of the elevator door talking and laughing, completely ignoring the elevator door slowly closing behind them and the sound of pistol parts scattering on the elevator floor.

The elevator door was closed and the receptionist screamed uncontrollably. She covered her broken arm with her intact hand, but found that blood was also gushing out from her neck. The blood splashed onto the ground. The glaring red color almost made her vomit, and her speech was audible.

"How do you know I'm a killer?"

"Huh? Murderous intent?" Fujimaru chuckled. After all, he had been assassinated many times before. It was easy for him to sense murderous intent to this extent. He didn't even need to use his [Mind's Eye].

However, since even the receptionists are killers, is it possible that the information of this mall is also
"How is that possible! I've been a killer for more than ten years, I—"

"Hmm" His thoughts were temporarily interrupted. Facing the killer lady's anger, Fujimaru chuckled without malice.

"Well, you don't have the talent to be a killer. It would be better for you to close your business and turn yourself in as soon as possible."

Hearing this, the receptionist's face instantly turned ferocious, and at the same time, she quickly reached her remaining hand into her pocket.

rub! ! !
It's a speed that is invisible to the naked eye.

Even a camera couldn't capture Ritsuka's swift sword-wielding move.

The cell phone that the receptionist took out of her trouser pocket fell to the ground. She stared blankly at her wrist that was cut horizontally. She had no memory of when she was cut. Only the pain afterwards made her start crying.

“Gah!!!! It hurts so much!!!————”

"Don't be so loud, this is a secret room. By the way, were you trying to notify your accomplices?"

Fujimaru squatted down and spoke to the killer lady in a friendly manner. He tore her black stockings and used them as a rope to wrap around her forearm to help her stop the bleeding.

His neck was bleeding and his arm was cut off, but when the killer looked at Fujimaru who was so close to him, he could even for a moment flush his face from excessive blood loss.

"me."

"Ah, actually you don't have to answer. Since even the receptionist of the technical college has been replaced by you, then it is very likely that this mall is under your control, right? With Yuki Kujuku here, this situation is unlikely to happen. After all, if someone can become a special-grade sorcerer without making any noise, then he won't use you as a scumbag."

Fujimaru pinched his chin and laughed.

"So the answer is that the information that [the mall is here to pick up the astral plasma] is wrong. This mall is where the killers who received the bounty privately gathered and planned to cooperate to kill us."

"Now, the whole mall is surrounded, right? And our conversation——"

After solving the reasoning in a few words, Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed his finger at the elevator camera behind him.

"It was also seen by the people above, right?"

Buzz! ! ! !

Almost at the moment he opened his mouth, the elevator made a riot sound, like a steel beast roaring.

"Hey, you really work hard." Ritsuka laughed.

A moment of turbulence, weightlessness, and then! --Falling!
Elevator rope, withering!
Bang, click, click, click, click————

The elevator shaft behind him was closing with a loud rumbling sound. Passersby couldn't help but look over there, so Gojo Satoru walked forward impatiently.

"Alright, alright~ The elevator shaft is being repaired, stop standing around and do what you need to do~"

It was hard to doubt Gojo Satoru's appearance, so everyone retreated. The three of them chatted as if they didn't care about the danger of their friend being trapped in the elevator shaft and falling at an extremely high speed.

"So, there's no one to be found in this mall? Then who will protect me when I go shopping in the clothing area?" Glass said as if a kindergarten teacher was calling the roll.

Geto Xiayou: "Five."

Gojo Satoru: "Haha, I'm not going!"

"Then split up."

"Meet on the top floor in thirty minutes."

"receive."

After that, the three of them didn't hesitate at all. They just put up a sign on the elevator door that said "Maintenance is in progress, do not disturb" and walked in different directions.

(End of this chapter)