Miura Yumiko trembled as she sat on the cold, uneven ground, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes.
Just minutes ago, she had gone to buy a drink for Hayato Hayama.
But as the bottle slipped from the vending machine, a strange ringing filled her ears.
Her vision flashed from black to white, and suddenly she was transported to a place she could barely comprehend.
Before she could even process her surroundings, humanoid ghouls—filth with grotesque features—sprang from the shadows, and started hunting her mercilessly.
Thankfully, Yumiko's physical conditioning had always been exceptional.
Using clever dodges and taking a detour, she managed to evade the filth… for now.
Her heart pounded as she cautiously scanned the area, every sense alert for another attack.
However, just as she reached a small clearing, a massive weasel-like ghoul erupted from the ground.
Its eyes glowed ominously, and its fangs glistened with venom.
Yumiko froze in terror, unable to move as the beast lunged toward her—
But just before it could strike, a girl wearing a fox mask fell gracefully from above, her dual knives slicing through the ghoul in a flash of steel.
And Pentagrams glimmered in the air with each strike, the runes burning with a purifying light.
Yumiko let out a shaky sigh of relief—but her reprieve was short-lived.
From the ground, dozens more weasel filth erupted, forming a circle that completely sealed the two of them in.
The masked girl, after dispatching one ghoul, landed beside Yumiko. She spoke urgently:
"I'll clear a path for you!. Run straight ahead as soon as you can!."
"What do I do?" Yumiko asked, panicked.
"Stay out of my way," the girl said coldly, slashing through the next wave of filth.
Watching the girl's back, Yumiko bit her lip.
She wasn't the kind of person to abandon others. Her heart screamed to help, but staying could get her killed—or worse, slow the girl down.
The masked warrior's eyes glimmered beneath her fox mask, the air around her thick with spiritual energy.
"Sixteen Nights on the Other Side" (Izayoi Higan no Mai), spell ignited along her blades, leaving afterimages in her wake.
"Go!" she shouted.
Several weasel filth on the right exploded in pentagrams, scattering into fragments of dark energy.
Seizing the opening, Yumiko wiped her tears and sprinted through the vacated space.
A few filth attempted to block her path, but the girl intercepted them, slicing through with deadly precision.
Finally, Yumiko got the chance to ran—
Glancing back, she saw the girl still fighting fiercely. She wanted to help, but knew she was powerless.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she continued running, heart racing.
Suddenly—
Thump!—
Yumiko collided with a strong, warm embrace. Rubbing her slightly aching forehead, she looked up in confusion.
"Y-You… are?"
"Don't you remember me? We've met before. And I recall you're in Shizuka's class," the figure teased, his tone playful. "So eager to throw yourself into your teacher's arms?"
Miura blinked, stunned—
Then, clinging to his arm anxiously, she said, "Teacher, please… you have to save her!"
"Save whom?" Gojo asked, feigning ignorance.
"The one who saved me!"
"Ah… you mean her?"
"I-I…"
Seeing Yumiko on the verge of tears, Gojo's teasing ceased. He gently stroked his long, golden hair and said softly:
"Leave it to me."
With that, he pulled his hand away and strode toward the fray.
Yumiko stared, awestruck at his imposing back, and instinctively tried to follow—but stopped herself.
....
The masked girl let out a heavy sigh, exhaustion evident in her every movement.
Her journey to Tokyo hadn't allowed her body to rest, and now she faced a battle that pushed her to her limits.
The filth around her reared up again, ready to strike.
Suddenly—
"It looks like you're tired, little miss," a male voice could be heard.
Startled, the girl turned.
A figure appeared beside her, radiating an aura of undeniable authority.
"You… who?" she whispered, hesitating.
There was something familiar about his demeanor, though his eyes and mask concealed much.
"Your future teacher," he said with a confident grin.
In an instant, a bang resounded.
BANG!
The weasel filth were obliterated in a series of pentagrams.
They didn't even get the chance to scream; they simply vanished, leaving pools of purple-black blood that seemed almost ethereal.
Weak..., Gojo muttered silently.
The girl's eyes widened, unable to comprehend how one person had annihilated so many enemies in a single motion.
"You… are Gojo-sama?" she asked, voice tinged with awe.
"Just call me Gojo-sensei, little girl," he replied, shaking his head slightly at the honorific.
"Huh?" Her brow furrowed in curiosity.
"Didn't Arimori tell you? I'll be your teacher in the future," he said, smirking like a mischievous uncle. "Come on—say it properly: Gojo-sensei!"
She nodded eagerly, fire kindling in her heart.
If this strongest figure in the world was her teacher, she knew she could grow powerful.
One day, she would stand strong enough to avenge her parents and hunt down the filth that plagued the world.
.....
The girl's dual knives flashed again, cutting through the final remnants of the weasel filth.
Pentagrams burned brightly in the sky, marking the battlefield as cleansed—for now.
Yumiko watched silently, still clutching Gojo's arm.
The air was tense, charged with residual spiritual energy, and the faint scent of the Void lingered.
Gojo, ever calm, surveyed the area.
"Stay close, little Benio. I'll handle the dangerous ones, but you must learn to move quickly and think ahead."
"Yes! Gojo-sensei!" she said, determination replacing her earlier fear.
Yumiko, though shaken, followed closely.
Her respect for Gojo had grown tenfold.
She realized now that survival depended not just on strength, but on guidance and strategy.
Gojo's eyes scanned the horizon.
The sky above Tokyo was still tinged gray; more ghouls from the Void could appear at any moment.
Yet, with a powerful Barrier forming around them and his mastery of cursed techniques, he felt confident they could endure what was to come.
This is only the beginning, he thought.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a subtle spiritual seal, marking a safe zone while preparing to confront the next wave of filth.
The girls followed, their resolve hardening with every step.
In the distance, faint cries and movements hinted at more danger.
But Gojo Saturo's grin never faltered.
This was the path of the Exorcist, and he would lead his student—Benio Adashino—through every trial that awaited.
The storm of the filth had arrived, and the true battle was about to begin.
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