JJK X Fate: The Heroic Sorcerer Chapter 193: That Day, Running Under the Sunset, Their Youth

With the combined efforts of the Jujutsu Sorcerers within the barrier, all the scattered Cursed Spirits were exorcised within a few days.

Aside from Suguru's Spirit Talent Center, there were no other wild Cursed Spirits left inside the Sendai Barrier.

It was evening at the North Gate camp of the Sendai Barrier, under the setting sun.

The Tokyo Jujutsu High students, who had been busy all morning, were gathered together, eating lunch.

"Mmm, this sausage tastes good," Eichi said as he picked up another octopus-shaped sausage and popped it into his mouth.

"It really is good," i i agreed.

"Huh? Shoko, you don't like this sausage?" Utahi suddenly noticed that the sausages in Shoko's lunchbox hadn't been touched.

"No," Shoko replied after swallowing her food.

"I'm just saving the best for last," she said softly.

"Ah, you do that too? You're the best, Shoko!" If they weren't all holding lunchboxes, Utahi would have hugged her on the spot.

"Here, have mine too," Utahi said happily as she picked the sausages out of her own lunchbox and placed them into Shoko's.

"Ah, no need, Utahi. I can't finish them all."

"It's fine, Shoko. You've been working so hard these past few days, unlike those boys who've been slacking off since this morning."

After saying that, Utahi, who had been providing support all morning, glared indignantly at Eichi and Satoru sitting nearby, especially Satoru.

"Why are you looking at like that all of a sudden?" Satoru looked up, sensing Utahi's gaze.

"Ah, could it be you've fallen for but are too shy to say it?"

"Kawaii, Utahi-chan." Satoru lightly bit his chopsticks, picked up a napkin like a handkerchief, and waved it at Utahi as if pink energy sparkled in the air.

"Hmph!" Utahi puffed out her cheeks even more.

"Hey~, it's okay, Utahi." Shoko gently patted her head.

"Don't mind those bad guys."

"Wuwuwu, Shoko~" Touched, Utahi threw herself into Shoko's arms.

Since they had been temporarily stationed at the North Gate Tokyo Jujutsu High camp for the past few days, they had been seeing each other frequently.

Almost every ti they t, Utahi ended up getting annoyed by Satoru.

Shoko had been too busy and fell asleep the mont she returned to her tent each night, so Utahi could only stew in her frustration alone, squatting in a corner of her room and drawing circles.

Only during these brief altis could she receive Shoko's spiritual healing.

However, in her eagerness to receive that healing, Utahi had clearly forgotten that Shoko was still holding her lunchbox.

"Ah!" Shoko suddenly exclaid, quickly steadying her lunchbox with her right hand.

The box was saved, but a mischievous little octopus managed to escape from the rice section.

"Ah!" This ti, it was Utahi who cried out.

Hearing Shoko's voice, Utahi looked up just in ti to see the octopus sausage flying out of the box.

'No, Shoko's favorite octopus sausage!' Utahi realized her mistake.

There was no ti to complain to Satoru, who had made her angry earlier. In the next mont, Utahi extended the chopsticks in her right hand.

'Catch it!' Utahi shouted in her heart.

Her chopsticks clipped diagonally at the edge of the flying sausage.

The tender and bouncy sausage deford slightly under the pressure of her chopsticks, then sprang downward with the force.

"Ah!" Utahi's eyes widened.

In the next mont, her expression turned serious, the sa look she wore when stepping onto the battlefield.

Fighting spirit burned in Utahi's eyes.

She absolutely couldn't let Shoko lose her favorite octopus sausage.

Her right hand maneuvered the chopsticks toward the sausage while her left hand darted forward to intercept.

The sausage's trajectory was precisely captured by Utahi's sharp gaze.

'Got it!' Utahi lunged forward.

Her left hand successfully blocked the falling path, and her chopsticks jabbed quickly.

However, Utahi overlooked one thing—she was using chopsticks, not her hands.

Chopsticks aren't as flexible and don't move with the sa precision.

Moreover, after using her Technique all morning to assist in eliminating the remaining Cursed Spirits, her body was already exhausted.

As a result, her chopsticks narrowly missed the sausage and instead stabbed into her right palm.

"Ouch!" Utahi instinctively flinched, her hands pulling apart.

The octopus sausage, nudged by her hand, altered its arc midair.

"No!" Utahi ignored the pain in her palm and lunged toward the ground.

Slap. The slippery, sauce-covered sausage slipped through the gaps between her fingers.

The only comforting part was that it didn't hit the ground imdiately.

Utahi's left arm swept across the ground, right hand still reaching for the sausage, her legs driving her forward in a desperate lunge.

In the next second, she froze in place, completely grayed out like a statue.

Satoru, using Six Eyes, detected sothing flying toward him and turned in confusion.

He glanced at the flying sausage, then at the sauce on Utahi's hand.

'Huh? A sausage? Could it be that Utahi actually likes ?' After all, the usual things she threw at him were teacups, brooms, textbooks, stones, and bags.

But this ti, it was a "normal" item?

Though surprised, Satoru still opened his mouth and caught the octopus sausage.

"Mmm." The sausage landed in his mouth, and he chewed thoughtfully.

"It's okay, but it'd be better if it were sweeter." Incidentally, he was currently eating the Gojo Family's super sweet honey rice. The sweetness and sugar content were beyond excessive.

"Go..." Utahi's trembling voice sounded like a volcano about to erupt.

Unfortunately, Satoru had Six Eyes, not six ears, so he didn't pick up on the tone.

"What's wrong?" Satoru squatted down and poked Utahi, who was crouched in an orz pose.

"Die!" Tears in her eyes, Utahi began pounding on Satoru's Limitless with both fists like spinning wheels.

"Huh? What's wrong now?" Satoru looked at Shoko in confusion.

"Haha, she's probably given up on everything." Shoko calmly picked up the octopus sausages in her own lunchbox.

"Satoru, didn't I tell you not to bully the weak?" Suguru returned from the Spirit Talent Center, lunchbox in hand.

'As expected of you, Suguru. You always know how to push people's buttons. Looks like today's patient count just went up.'

Sure enough, the next second, Utahi's eyes turned red, her hair flew without wind, and her aura turned heavier than a vengeful ghost.

"You die too!"

"What are you even saying?" Suguru asked through a mouthful of food as he ran, glancing back.

"Ahhh, all of you just die!" Utahi scread in frustration.

Tears in her eyes, she scooped up clumps of dirt and rocks and hurled them at Suguru.

Eichi, not wanting to get caught in the chaos, went to sit quietly next to Shoko.

Years later, when they looked back on that run under the setting sun, they would rember it as the mont their youth quietly faded away.

Incidentally, that evening, Shoko treated Utahi in her tent for muscle soreness caused by overexertion.

(To be continued.)