Here is chapter 12. I hope you all enjoy.

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The Butterfly Effect

Chapter 12

October 5th, 2018

9:47 PM

The hallways of High School

Make no mistake about it, being a special grade sorcerer was something Yuuta was proud about. Most professional sorcerers aspired to reach the heights of a grade 1, not only for the very appealing paycheck and stability offered by Jujutsu headquarters, but for the status that came with reaching the-almost-peak of sorcery.

Special grades were allowed treatment on a whole other level. It wasn't so much what is especially given to them but how few restrictions were placed upon them.

Yuuta had heard about how the last other special grade sorcerer, Yuki Tsukumo, had left her duties as a sorcerer behind to focus on unspecified "research." And she was allowed this privilege because of her power and her status. In the Jujutsu world there were two ways to raise your prestige and standing within the profession; you could either be lucky-or unlucky-enough to be born into one of the big 3 clans, or you could become a stronger sorcerer. But these two paths could only get one so far. Throughout history there have only been a handful of special grade sorcerers, and the number of them in the past 300 years was under ten. It was why people of Yuuta's power were so sought after. Talent and ability of this level was a rarity.

However no one wanted to be a special grade. And now Yuuta could certainly say he knew why.

He had just wrapped up solo-assignment, a ritual only special grade and veteran sorcerers were trusted with.

Although it should be noted that the difficulty in mission was wildly different between an old veteran and a young prodigy. Obviously an aged sorcerer would have trouble dealing with 200 grade 1 curses who all possessed their own innate domain. It would be quite the disorienting experience for most sorcerers indeed.

But that's besides the point.

Yuuta figured this exhaustion he was suffering through was making his mind wander so much at the moment. It was nothing he didn't have experience with before. 35+ hours without sleep was child's play.

It wasn't fun child's play though. No, it was quite miserable.

Anyways, back to what he was thinking about. His rank. Yeah.

Yuuta was certainly glad to be a special grade sorcerer, who didn't like a well paying job. But the constant mind-numbingly-boring-or-tedious missions were not a well enjoyed adjustment to how his earlier days as a sorcerer went. All the past week he was clocking in and out, doing special grade missions at almost all hours of the day. When his sensei thanked him for doing all of his work for him Yuuta almost strangled his teacher. But he did agree that Gojo deserved a little break after doing the majority of these tasks all by himself for the decade.

So now here he was. Walking like a zombie to his room, ready to take a quick hot shower and then get right to bed. Nightmares be damned, he needed some shut-eye.

But zombie he was not when he clicked open his bedroom door. The object of his desire; his bed, was being occupied by the figure who captivated him far more than any soft mattress and comfortable bed sheets ever could.

His breath caught in his throat. His eyes trailed over the beautiful dark green hair he had associated with his classmate and the dark coat and skirt that accompanied all Jujutsu students. His central most problem solving abilities shut down.

His sword, wrapped in its casing, slipped from his shoulder and fell loosely to the floor. Only the ghost of a name escaped him.

"….Maki…?"

Yuuta couldn't move in his place. He could only stare in wonder as she lay on his bed in a blissful slumber. She lay on his mattress, her body still clothed in the Jujutsu sorcerer's attire from the goodwill event, the clothes had tears in it, small cuts and parts where it was ripped off. But it was most certainly Maki who he was looking at. He'd recognize her anywhere at any time.

He was hallucinating. It had to be. It was all in his imagination. A desperate attempt by his brain to bring Maki back to him. Of course this wasn't real. Maki was gone, she was somewhere else.

It made Yuuta sad to realize that this wasn't Maki in front of him. It made him terribly sad.

He shifted over towards his bedside. He was going to pull back the covers of his bed in an attempt to wide away the mirage he thought he was seeing.

And his nervous System went into full alert when he felt Maki's hand brush against his.

She was real. She was real. On his bed. Sleeping.

How?

Yuuta at this point, dealing with exhaustion and faulty cognitive reasoning was not in possession of all of his usual reasoning. It's probably why I'm an instant he moved onto his bed and scooped Maki into his arms and held her close to him in a fierce tight tug and breathing hard and fast in shock.

"Maki…you're alive…" he said with wide eyes filled with joy. He also said it a little too loudly.

Maki began to stir. And the expression on her face was one of pure anger that someone had dared to wake her up, and Yuuta couldn't be any happier than he was going to be on the receiving end of her wrath.

She blinked a couple times, her pupils focusing and making out the image of her classmate and dear companion. Her rising irritation evaporated when they met eyes.

"Yuuta…."

Yuuta's face smiled hard and he shamelessly hugged her even tighter. A soft sigh escaped Maki, she was too tired to even think about resisting the person she wanted to be comforted by the most.

Both of them were too tired to think or care. Yuuta's arms wrapped around her waist and her body pressed up against his. It was too perfect.

And that's how they enjoyed this time for a whole minute. Eventually the peace would have to be broken for conversation to make way.

"How…What happened to you? Where did that man take you?"

Maki sighed, she wasn't ready to answer all of these questions. All she wanted was to collect the sleep she was due while resting against him.

"I'm fine Yuuta. That guy didn't do anything to me."

An obvious lie considering the bruising on her neck. Always her neck. If Yuuta ever saw another bruise on her neck after tonight he might lose his sanity. The next person who dared to inflict such pain on her would lose a lot more than that.

Yuuta looked at her skeptically. He moved his hands up towards Maki's upper back and began using reverse cursed technique to heal the slight bruising. Given that the bruise was still there despite her slightly increased healing pace, it meant that the bruising was originally severe.

Yuuta withdrew his hand and moved it back down towards Maki's where it snaked its way around her again. "How did you get back here?"

"I walked."

Yuuta chuckled slightly. The idea of her walking so far just to get back here, to his room of all places made cheeks flush.

"You made me so worried, Maki. Everyone was worried for you."

"I'm sorry I gave everyone a scare."

Once more Yuuta chuckled, accompanied by him leaning his head onto her shoulder.

The moment was tender, charged with thick tension. But even with all of the emotional weight of this "reunion", Maki knew she came back to Jujutsu high to bid them a temporary farewell, so that they knew she was alright and wouldn't worry about her if she was gone.

"Yuuta there is something I need you to tell everyone."

"What? What is it?"

Maki looked off to the side, aimlessly before returning her gaze to his. "Maybe tomorrow or the day afterwards, I am going to be leaving Jujutsu High for a while."

Yuuta looked at her in confusion. "Leave? What do you mean Maki?"

"I'm…I've found a way to learn about my heavenly restriction."

If Yuuta were in top shape mentally and well rested he would have thoroughly dissected every syllable of Maki's words as if they were a sacred scripture, however this was not his state of mind currently. "You can't go, Maki. You have to stay."

Maki, sleepy herself, moved away from Yuuta slightly so that their eyes could easily meet without her having to contort or adjust her neck too much. "I have to do this Yuuta. It's what I want."

"But don't you want to stay at Jujutsu High? We all need you here Maki."

Maki smiled softly at his words, "I appreciate that Yuuta but I need to do this for my sister and for myself."

Yuuta moved his hands from their resting position on her waist to one hand on her cheek and the other the side of her neck. It was an intimate gesture for sure, something classmates and comrades wouldn't engage in. If both Yuuta and Maki were even half awake the act would've caused them both to jump back flustered. But Yuuta's hands stayed where he had placed them and Maki moved her own hands up to encircle them around each of Yuuta's wrists, caressing them with her thumbs.

"I understand Maki. But if you don't mind me asking, what method did you discover to improve your restriction?"

Maki's breath hitched as she thought about whether or not Yuuta should know about the specifics of the possible temporary tutelage she could receive from Toji. She didn't know how he would react if she told him the truth. He might be scared for her, he might be angry at her, he might even prevent her from going.

Maki couldn't gamble on being honest with him, no matter how much his concerned eyes melted her heart. She needed to feed him a lie, but she just couldn't do it.

"I…Uhm…It's not something that can be explained easily." She tried weakly, embarrassing herself from how unsure her own voice sounded.

"O-oh…I see." Yuuta nodded.

Maki didn't want to keep this specific topic in the air at the moment. She just wanted to catch some sleep. "Yuuta…move over so I can get some more room, I'm tired."

'What?' Yuuta asked in his mind. She was actually going to sleep in his bed? Now his face was definitely blushing. The last thing Yuuta needed to do was demonstrate his growth into adolescence hormonally. He was still very much attracted to Maki and having her in the same bed might force him up all night so his dreams don't wander and he could prevent himself from doing any unappreciated physical gestures while asleep.

"M-Maki what about your dorm room-"

"Shut up and move. Now." Maki commanded in a tone that left no room for discussion.

"O-ok. I uhm….ok." Yuuta squealed and he moved from the midway point of the bed down to the farthest point he could on one side, practically giving Maki his whole bed, which Maki was not very pleased to see.

"No. Get closer to me Yuuta, but not too close. Just close enough." Maki knew she was sending mixed signals but she really didn't care.

"Y-yes Ma'am." Yuuta blurted out, hearing the edge in her voice made him shrink back. He didn't want to displease her. He inched forward bit by bit, waiting for her to tell me that he had moved close enough. Though those words never came. What did come was a low growl of frustration from Maki.

"Stop moving dumbass! It's making the bed squeak. Just moved behind me."

What resulted from Maki's orders was a very awkward and uncoordinated entanglement of limbs. Yuuta was positive that If Maki was fully rested he would have received a prompt kick between his legs. For now, Yuuta wanted to enjoy being with the girl of his dreams. He wondered when he should confess his feelings, or if he should at all. Maki had a lot of things going on in her life and Yuuta didn't want to add a strain on their relationship by making it awkward. The thought of Maki rejecting him and becoming uncomfortable just in his presence fills his mind with fear.

Yuuta felt his head briefly ache in pain, a sign that he had been up far too long now. He needed the sleep, so he made sure to promise himself to be on his best behavior and to not dream about the gorgeous girl next to him.

Eventually sleep found both of them, much to the gratitude of Yuuta and Maki.

The Next Day…

October 6th, 2018…

Woodlands of Japan…

For 48 hours Kenjaku had gone through a series of Ups and downs. On one hand his goal to retrieve several of Sukuna's fingers from Jujutsu High's clutches was a success. However his forces were now depleted, valuable pieces were now absent from his game. Of course that old woman, Ogami , bailed as soon as he had no use for her any more. She wouldn't be able to hide forever. If Kenjaku wished it so, he could easily hunt her down himself or send the curses after her. But this was a critical time in the stages of kenjaku's plan. It had seemed like he would have to deal with two powerful special grade sorcerers instead of one.

However Kanjku would be given a lifeline amongst the uncertainty of his plot. A lifeline that was a reward to a long standing scheme of his from centuries ago.

It was a payoff to a long plan of deception that had finally reaped its ultimate benefits. Across the countless different lives Kenjaku had lived, the life that held the most infamy was surely Noritoshi Kamo. However, another time when he held considerable power in the Jujutsu world was when he held the role of Jujutsu Commander, or as it is now known: The Director. Sadly, the position then didn't hold nearly as much weight as it does now. Modern society had advanced now political power held the reigns more than sorcery prowess or power. It was a shame that he hadn't been able to snatch the position again at a later time, even Kenjaku had not seen or made any contact with a director in almost two centuries. Yet still, there was knowledge that Kenajaku had obtained by once being in the position of Director.

What he learned of were the central points of communication and rendezvous between the Japanese modern society and government and the Jujutsu worlds representatives. In hundreds and hundreds of years these meeting points have never changed. Kenjaku was able to use this to his advantage by placing secret surveillance curses all throughout the meeting rooms, tracking all communication and relays of information inside the buildings. Right under the nose of the government and higher officials of Jujutsu society Kenjaku was stealing their most valued information for himself. Usually said information consisted of rundowns those from the sorcery domain gave to the government officials from modern society. This time though Kenjaku had struck a jackpot; a communication was sent to all five meeting points within Japan, a message relaying that Satoru Gojo had conspired against the world and would be exiled out of the country of Japan by way of binding vow.

A smile emerged on Kenjaku's face the moment he stumbled upon the communication. It meant not only that the director was finally making his move but that all of Mechamaru's predictions came true. Kenjaku knew he was wise to schedule one last meeting with Mechamaru the day before the goodwill event, it was still an irritant that Mahito would have to seek him out and uphold his end of the vow.

Still, everything had gone from horrid to immaculate in a 48 hour span. but the loss of Dagon and Hanami could now be forgotten. The only thing left to accomplish was to accelerate Mahito's growth. Once his technique and soul advanced enough Kenjaku would be able to absorb him and begin the first steps towards his true goal. This was a perfect start, The six eyes was out of the equation and Kenjaku knew exactly what his next step would be. A step that ensures his victory.

He still had Prison Realm at his disposal and Yuuta Okkotsu was a thorn in his side that he would rather not deal with. When the opportunity came he would seal the young prodigy inside the box forever.

But hasty moves weaken great foundations, patience was the key to all success. Kenjaku had learned patience well over centuries of plots. He would let fate run its course for a while longer. Let the dust settle and while the defenses of the sorcerers lowered Kenjaku will have already lured them into the palms of his hands.

The only variable left was Mahito, and that was hardly a problem at all. Now that their presence had been made completely known there was no reason for Mahito to try and conceal himself. He would be allowed to run amuck and continue with his soul experiments once more. Undoubtedly the experiments would be noticed and people would be sent about to look into them, if all went right then the first year students of Tokyo Jujutsu high would be sent about to look into.

For now, All Kenjaku needed to do was wait.

11:31 AM

Tokyo

Megumi might have to see a doctor, his head could only handle so much nonsense. Sadly it seemed his two classmates held different dispositions.

The morning had already sobered him up after the reunion all the students had with Zen'in. It was an unusual reunion for sure, the last thing anyone expected at 6:30 in the morning was a 9 foot panda screaming at the top of his lungs that Okkotsu and Zen'in were sleeping together. This caught the attention of just about the whole school. All the first years then came to see what the fuss was about and even Ms. Ieri swung by Okkotsu's dorm to congratulate him on "Growing a pair", of course all of these comments lit the spark on Zen'ins very flammable temper as she stretched at all of them to leave. Okkotsu for his part looked equally as shocked himself with the situation, he looked like he was about to have a heart attack from being under the same covers as Maki. Did he think Zen'in slept-walked her way into his room and into bed with him?

All conversation continued like it had the past week. It was like everyone had forgotten that Maki had been missing for two whole days. It took only an emotional 5 minutes of conversation between the students before it was back to its norm.

So that happened and already made Megumi angry that his morning meditation was interrupted. And now here he was having lunch with probably the two biggest chatterboxes he had ever made contact with.

All Megumi wanted to do was read his book and sip his tea. Itadori was engulfing a hamburger with little class, his appetite was incredible and disgusting all at once, and Kugisaki was laughing at the stupid jokes the pink haired boy tried saying with a mouth full of food.

"Swo, at my owld schwwool deer wus dis cwazy gym teachwer. Guy was defwinitwy insane-"

"Swallow your food." Fushiguro said with great annoyance. Yuuji of course then took a moment to chew his food and swallow, accompanied by a gulp of water.

"Sorry Fushiguro. Anyways, this gym teacher at my old highschool was crazy about athletics and stuff. He would just walk into random classes and interrupt the lecture to try and recruit players to the track team."

"Ha! That sounds hilarious. How did he not get fired?" Kugisaki asks, laughing as she drinks her own beverage.

"Beats me, The guy was in his fifties too, he looked pretty old."

Megumi sighed, "Itadori, this is the fourth teacher you've told us about. I think it's time we discuss what we actually came here to talk about."

"But Fushigurooooo I've only been back with you guys for 3 days, we gotta have some team building!"

"Itadori's right Fushiguro. We gotta make sure we're a team. Don't forget that we will all be going on missions together again so it's important we are all on the same page."

Megumi sighed and took another deep sip of his tea. "We escaped near death together in a burning forest. Good enough for now, we have more important stuff to worry about."

"You're such a sour puss." Kugisaki bit out as a playful jab.

"Yeah she's right Fushiguro, lighten up."

Megumi shook his head, annoyed that his classmates could be acting so lighthearted at a serious time like this. Zen'in had been missing for two days and despite the assurance she provided them that she was fine Megumi doubted her words, she was known for hiding her pain under her usual cold exterior. Megumi wondered how the rest of the students would react to the Gojo news. Their teacher said that he would deliver the news to each of them one on one about him leaving. The Ten Shadows user suspected that Gojo would make up a story to sell to all of them so they wouldn't have to worry about the mysterious figure controlling things from afar.

This meant that Megumi had to deal with almost everyone-save for the always slightly depressed Yuuta Okkotsu and indifferent Maki Zen'in-being happy go lucky and having a good time.

There was no chance Megumi could relax.

"We have a grade 3 mission to do in 30 minutes, we can team build then."

"Yeah but we can still have some fun conversations." Yuuji reasoned.

"We have been having those conversations but I think it's important we have a discussion about the changes that are coming in our field of work."

"Is this about the clan bullshit?" Kugisaki asked, "Cus if so didn't Gojo say he had it handled? We can trust him."

"That's besides the point Kugisaki. The past year has been probably the most significant year in sorcerer history since at least the Edo period. Okkotsu, Ryoumen Sukuna, and now clan conflicts are boiling over after hundreds of years of tension." Megumi explained.

"Fushiguro, why are you so worried about this? I understand Sukuna but Okkotsu is on our side and what can the clans do?" Nobara questioned.

"To me it doesn't even matter what they will or won't do. The Zen'in cannot become more powerful than they already are."

Yuuji cut in hoping to help calm Fushiguro's nerves. "But, like, even if they wanted to do something they couldn't. Right?"

"Its not that simple. Choices are made amongst the collective of sorcerer officials. It's all passed through a vote. If the Zen'in find a way to hold the majority of votes available then they can lock up the whole thing for themselves."

Nobara raised her brows slightly. "I thought these 'high officials' needed to have some sort of resume to get to that level?"

Fushiguro sighed, pondering her question. "The resume is just power. If you're strong enough, old enough, and a part of one of the big 3 families then you can cast a vote. The system requests strength and the Zen'in base their whole clan on achieving ultimate strength. It leveled in their favor."

Yuuji seemed to have a problem with that, his face turning to a frown, "that isn't fair. Why does strength matter when it comes to making important decisions?"

"That's just how things have always been Itadori."

"Why haven't things changed?"

An interesting question indeed. Megumi once thought that it had to do with the split between the moderate and traditional sides of sorcery. As long as the two sides fought endlessly then neither side would truly win. But since the reveal of the Director, Megumi had pondered endlessly on the true reasons beside all things wrong with the Jujutsu world. All roads lead to him, the director. If there truly was someone who had as much influence as it seemed, to change things greatly or at least put their ambiguous plans into motion, why did he wait? Why decide to make such a big move like exile Gojo now of all times? It couldn't be a coincidence that it happened right when the Gojo clan were so close to being removed from their status.

But this just brought up more questions than it gave answers. If this person always could've just charged Gojo with treason for disrespecting the higher ups and removed him from Japan then why wait? Why does it seem like the Director is in favor of the Zen'in? Were there moves and stretches in power the director couldn't make? What if that was because the Director was multiple entities acting as one? And the biggest question of all: what is the Director's goal in all of this?

So many questions that he couldn't find any answers too strictly because all of the damn books and historical records on the subject were destroyed.

"There isn't a good answer I can give you, Itadori. All I can say is that the people at the top are corrupt. If there is anything Gojo taught me it's that."

That answer seemed to satisfy both Kugisaki and Itadori.

Lunch continued on as normal after that point. Although it seemed the enthusiasm had diminished a bit compared to earlier.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get serious. Hell, he felt even more miserable after talking about it outloud. Maybe he should try lightening up.

After another large chomp of his food and some more quiet chewing, Yuuji asked a question that had been on his mind since that morning."So uh….Are Okkotsu and Zen'in a thing?"

Fushiguro and Kugisaki looked at each other briefly. Both share the same pitying look.

"Yes and no." Nobara replied.

"Uhhhh",

Megumi made sure he clarified things so Nobara didn't confuse Yuuji anymore. "They definitely like eachother but neither of them have made a move on the other. Panda tells me that during their first year Maki would show off her flexibility during sparring with Okkotsu to try and seduce him."

Kugisaki erupted with laughter at that, heaving and clutching at her stomach. "Maki told me about that story, she said that she made Panda skip training for a whole week because he was afraid of what would happen to him."

Fushiguro rolled his eyes. That sure sounded like something Zen'in would do. Apparently even the third years knew not to mess with her.

"So…They aren't a couple?"

Nobara smirked, "Yeah they aren't together, but you don't have a shot with Maki so you should give up now."

Yuuji shuddered in fear at the thought of being around such an intimidating woman. He knew her the least but after seeing her yell at all of them this morning and her anger at Panda, there was no chance Yuuji would ever pursue a girl like that. She'd have to be Jennifer Lawrence for him to even consider it. "Y-yeah, I'm good. Okkotsu and her seem great."

"Don't bother thinking about it, Yuuji. They are as close to a couple as a non-couple can be." Megumi said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, it was just confusing considering that she was gone for two days and then suddenly she is back and in his bed."

Nobara shook her head while laughing subtly. Maki always swore to her that they were strictly platonic classmates who respect each other and yet she blushes every time his name comes up. It was such an obvious contrast from her usual demeanor too, no wonder everyone noticed it. It made Nobara remember the time when she teased Yuuta about being 'Emo like Fushiguro' and Maki got defensive for YUUTA but not Fushiguro. It was hilarious.

Yuuji then continued on with what he was saying, "And that Shikigami-thing of his was saying confusing things as well."

Megumi just raised his hand and waved it a bit, signaling for Yuuji to forget the whole matter. Neither Megumi nor Nobara knew how to properly explain Rika's existence to him. "Itadori, try talking to Okkotsu about his journey as a sorcerer at some point. He's very down to earth and a very respectable person."

Yuuji nodded and made sure to make a note in his mind to talk to his upperclassman. He was more than willing to learn from someone who his sensei trusted immensely. And with his sensei leaving out of the country it would be wise to learn from the sorcerer said to be second strongest of their time.

"Alright. Hey Kugisaki, when is Nitta getting here to give us a ride to the morgue?"

"Should be another 5 or 7 minutes."

"Ok."

Elsewhere…

Finding money was certainly going to be a problem. Toji knew that to be the case, even in his "first life" he had money problems. It's partly why he sold his kids. But it was even more of a problem now that he was technically "Dead." How was he supposed to afford a place to live and food to eat? He could probably just bounce from place to place, threatening people to let him sleep in an empty hotel room for a night and then leaving when the cops showed up. However, that seemed like too much of a hassle.

He originally made his money by killing sorcerers for cash, it was a good paycheck too. He made a lot of money. But when she died he lost himself and blew it all away, gambling on horse-racing and whatnot. He wondered if there were jobs he could still do. It would be a good way to pass the time.

At the moment he was wearing some clothes he had stolen from a cheap corner store; A brown jacket with blue jeans and cheap black boots that looked like they were meant for hiking. they weren't particularly comfortable clothes but it didn't matter much to him. He was currently walking slowly on the sidewalk towards the grocery store, knowing he'd easily be able to slip in and out with some food in the pockets of his jacket. Toji was certainly not above stealing or shoplifting. Maybe that could be his new career; stealing shit and then selling it. It wasn't wise to do that though. He could get away with snatching a few fruits from a crowded store but stealing something or worth from a store with security cameras would be a bad decision. Nevermind the fact that he moved at supersonic speeds, if a camera caught someone moving in and out of frame at incredible speeds it would definitely draw some attention, likely forcing sorcerers to start tailing him-they would be unsuccessful but that hardly mattered-which would force Toji to kill them and Toji really just didn't have it in him to waste time on nobodies.

So it was likely that Toji would simply be stealing petty items and moving from location to location.

As Toji entered through the walkway of the store he could help the slight smirk on his face. It was funny to think about that girl from the other day adopting this lifestyle. Maybe if she was really serious about learning from him he could get her to go out stealing shit for him and in return he could help her even though he already knew there was very little he could do for her, but he would at least help her use what she already had.

But that was only if she made the decision to meet him at the warehouse in a couple days. She had no idea where it was too, she'd have to go on a hunt for its location. It would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. If she couldn't do that then Toji had no reason to bother himself with training her.

Toji walked all throughout the store, snatching items here and there, shoulder bumping people just because he felt like it, and when he finally collected everything he desired he went straight back out the way he came.

It still felt unnatural being alive after so long. It was weird. He felt even more alone than ever. Even though Toji never really cared too much for emotional connections he still missed the one connection he truly cherished.

Maybe he should try and reconnect with his children.

No he shouldn't. He never had a connection with them.

But she would've liked him to.

Toji rubbed his temples as he continued his slow stride back to the current bridge he was sleeping under. He was just getting into his head too much.

Before he crossed another street a little shop caught his eye, a shop displaying several antique weapons from throughout history. The cute store reminded Toji of something.

Where was his inventory of weapons?

There was chapter 12. I hope you all enjoyed it. As always I accept all compliments or criticisms in reviews, so respond however you feel like. It always motivates me to read the reviews of others.