The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Until golden light slowly spilled out from where the sea met the sky, coating the sea surface, which had been bombarded the night before, with a soft halo.

Okinawa has just ushered in a new day.

The astral assassination mission officially entered its second day.

Seeing the two exhausted people on the beach, Fu Hei clapped his hands lightly. The crisp applause rang out in the morning breeze, pulling their attention away from manipulating their magical power.

"Alright, that's enough training for now."

"Your task now is to rest well during the day and continue to be on guard and train at night."

To guard against any potential attacks from the Lu Suo, Fushiguro chose to rest during the day when visibility was higher, which greatly reduced the possibility of being ambushed.

This allows them to relax without constantly being on edge.

The evenings are reserved for their training, allowing them to maintain peak combat readiness under the cover of night.

Fukuro's arrangement may seem counterintuitive, but it is actually the optimal solution under limited conditions.

"Wu, let's go take a rest."

Without the Six-Eyed's blessing, Xia Youjie's exhaustion and condition were clearly worse than Gojo Satoru's.

Having only practiced until the latter half of the night, his lips were noticeably darker than Gojo Satoru's, exhibiting an unhealthy bluish-purple hue.

She looked like a plant that had been drained of all its moisture, drooping her head listlessly, as if she would faint at any moment.

"...Ms. Yuki, who will be in charge of the morning guard duty?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, revealing unusual dark circles beneath his long eyelashes, and looked at Fushiguro:

"Someone needs to keep an eye on Riko and be vigilant against the curse caster while everyone else is resting."

Gojo looked at Yuki-sensei with some concern. He had also stayed on the beach all night, and his lips were no different from those of someone who had been training all night.

It also had that bluish-purple hue from being overdrawn, and even looked a bit dry and cracked from staying up all night.

"Don't worry, I'll continue to be in charge of the morning patrols."

Fuhei tried to sound as relaxed as possible in his voice so that the two students could relax and rest.

"But Mr. Yuki, your lips too..."

Fukuro waved his hand, signaling Gojo not to continue, a confident and smug smile playing on his lips.

"Do you believe I can't beat you?"

"I'm the strongest!"

"You two students should just do what students are supposed to do and get some rest."

"Let me show off a little more, teacher."

Fushiguro raised his arm, wanting to pat the two on the shoulder to offer them some encouragement and comfort, but then suddenly stopped in front of Gojo Satoru.

"Gotiao, your technique is really in the way."

Upon hearing this, Gojo immediately understood and called Natsumi to come over and move closer to Fukuro.

Don't worry.

"It's me, your teacher."

"We will win!"

Watching the two return to their inn room, seeing the Japanese-style wooden sliding door close in front of them, and hearing the footsteps coming from inside gradually fade away.

Once he was sure the two wouldn't notice him anymore, Fu Hei's expression turned serious again. His relaxed and confident mask vanished in an instant, revealing the true gravity beneath.

Just now, Shen Er discovered that in this corner of Okinawa, there was an extra remnant of cursed power that did not belong to any of the five people in the group.

"This is a bit troublesome. Even the perception of Heaven and the Tyrant can't identify who left these traces."

Fuhei's speculation is more inclined to be that it was a trace left by Lu Suo.

Because the location where the remnants of the cursed power were discovered was exactly where Gojo Satoru and Natsume were secretly training in the sea.

That angle, that field of view, was clearly a carefully chosen observation point.

But if it was left by Lu Suo, even if Fu Hei couldn't recognize it, Shen Er, who has top-notch perception, should be able to recognize it.

But ironically, this filth was not from Lu Suo.

"Could it be that Lu Suo has gained another ally I don't know about?"

Fu Hei frowned deeply, deep in thought.

"Looks like it's going to be another tough battle."

Rubbing the filth in his hands, feeling the unfamiliar fluctuations of cursed power flowing through his fingertips, Fu Hei finally loosened his fingers, letting the filth drift away with the wind.

Due to the continuous evaporation of seawater overnight, the sky over Okinawa is no longer filled with a bright, cloudless sun.

At 8:00 AM in the waters off Okinawa

Even the eight o'clock sunlight could not penetrate the continuous dark clouds covering the sea, and a slightly oppressive gloom filled every corner.

Just like the deadly battle that Fushiro is about to face.

In 2009, Gao Zhuanfang, Lu Suo, an unknown tainted object, and sorcerers gathering here.

Various forces are converging on this small island.

All of this adds another chapter to this grand storm.

"Go and keep watch over the surrounding area again."

Fu Hei's expression was extremely serious. His figure flashed in the morning light and disappeared back into the shadows.

Meanwhile, Gojo Satoru, back at the hostel, changed into a clean white T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts.

My eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed down with lead. I yawned and was about to lie down on the made-up bedding for a good night's sleep when I saw a familiar figure in the corridor.

The sea urchin head of the newcomer was all too familiar to Gojo Satoru.

The figure stood at the end of the corridor, the morning light streaming in through the window, outlining a golden silhouette on him and making his face somewhat indistinct.

But that hairstyle, that figure, that posture—it all looks like Teacher Yuki.

"What's wrong, Yuki-sensei?"

Wu Tiao Wu greeted him naturally.

Trust in his teacher, coupled with the overload on his six eyes caused by the repeated attacks last night, prevented Gojo Satoru from unleashing his limitless technique at this moment.

His six eyes were telling him that the person in front of him was familiar, safe, and did not require any precautions.

"Teacher Yuki..."

However, in response to Gojo Satoru's greeting, he was met with a stab that pierced his throat.

The sharp blade traced a silver line in the morning light, without the slightest hesitation or slack.

"Depend on……"

Gojo Satoru was speechless on the spot; his voice stopped abruptly in his throat, turning into a muffled breath.

His pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting that familiar face, the face that belonged to "Fushiguro Megumi".

Gojo Satoru instinctively covered his throat with his hand, and warm liquid welled up from between his fingers, staining his palms and his white shirt red.

In the silence, only the figure holding the knife, the body named "Fukuguro Megumi," swung it once more.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts.

Blood flows into a river.