As soon as I arrived home, I began moving with a sense of purpose.
It was time to fulfill my promises.
"Master. Give me a kiss."
The two Koyanskayas approached me simultaneously, each demanding a kiss.
The location: the nape of the neck.
The intensity: deep enough to leave a vivid, crimson mark.
"Alright."
I leaned in toward the two foxes kneeling before me and kissed their necks.
It wasn't a mere press of the lips; I pulled at their skin with a sharp hunger. Their scent was cloying and sweet, their skin impossibly smooth. It felt as if I were tasting the essence of a fine perfume directly from the bottle.
'This is… intoxicating.'
I pulled back, having left my mark on their skin. The heavy fragrance made my head swim for a fleeting moment.
"Thank you, Master."
"I find myself regretting that we didn't share such moments back at Chaldea."
"It couldn't be helped. Back then, you were an object of our respect, but not necessarily our affection."
Koyanskaya of Light, the Assassin, and Koyanskaya of Darkness, the Foreigner, shared a knowing look and smiled.
Respect, but not affection. That stance had flipped a full hundred and eighty degrees. Truly loving a human being was something that should have been impossible for a Koyanskaya. Yet here we were. It was baffling, even to me. It felt good, yet strangely ambiguous; there were times I wondered if this devotion was real, simply because it hadn't existed during our time in Chaldea.
"Is it my turn now? This big sister wants a kiss on her thigh… ♥"
Ibuki-douji peered down at me with a mischievous grin. Because of our staggering height difference, she had to double over just to bring herself down to my level.
Why the exaggerated pose? Because if she merely tilted her head, her massive breasts would completely obscure my face.
"What?!"
"Good heavens… I never imagined she would be so bold with her advances…"
The two Koyanskayas' eyes widened in shock. Shuten-douji, on the other hand, merely narrowed her eyes.
"Master is still a child right now. Isn't that a crime?"
"If you include his years at Chaldea, he's well past the age of majority. It's more appropriate to judge by mental age than physical, isn't it? If it weren't, then your own actions would be considered criminal too, Shuten-douji."
"A fair point. We can't go around judging things based on appearances alone, now can we?"
The three of them—excluding Ibuki—carried on a surprisingly cordial conversation, though there was an underlying current of excitement. I felt that if I actually kissed Ibuki exactly where she wanted, things would spiral out of control. Hesitation would only make it worse.
I guided Ibuki into a seated position and pressed a kiss to her forehead instead.
This should be safe enough.
"I'll kiss you as much as you want once I've grown a bit more. For now, please settle for this."
"Ooh…! Master, honestly! You really know how to make a sister's heart flutter… ♥"
Ibuki's cheeks flushed as she beamed at me. Her giddy expression was a strange mix of innocent and adorable. I had survived—for now. Though the other Servants looked a bit disappointed, the situation passed without further escalation.
"Everyone, good work today. I'm going to go rest."
I licked my lips and headed toward my room. They were more than capable of entertaining themselves.
"Phew."
I washed up in the en-suite bathroom and collapsed onto the bed after changing into comfortable clothes. The bathroom wasn't anything extravagant—just a basic shower stall—but it was incredibly convenient. Being able to step straight from the shower into my bed was a luxury in itself. I was exhausted; my eyes slid shut almost instantly.
Meanwhile, the four Servants gathered in a separate room—a space meticulously decorated but currently unoccupied, reserved for the two Servants who had yet to be summoned.
"That makes four Servants. I believe we can safely say Master's security is guaranteed now?"
Koyanskaya of Darkness opened the floor. Having been summoned first, she had naturally taken on the role of mediator and moderator.
"Indeed," the Koyanskaya of Light nodded.
Ibuki-douji and Shuten-douji followed suit. Four Servants in a world devoid of Magecraft, backed by the sheer military power they had witnessed—it was an ironclad defense. As long as they didn't succumb to the arrogance of a certain 'King of Heroes,' their position was unshakable.
"In that case, I think it's time we acted for the sake of Master's long-term peace of mind. What do you think?"
"Concretely?" Ibuki asked.
"We must eliminate the beasts that possess the intelligence to be truly dangerous. Specifically, that individual Master mentioned."
"Ah…! You mean the man with the stitches on his head?"
"Yes. He goes by Kenjaku, but finding him by that name will be difficult. He changes identities as often as he leaps into new bodies."
An ancient specter who had lived over a millennium. A dopamine addict with excessive patience. The mastermind behind the shadows of the jujutsu world. Hunting Kenjaku was now their primary objective.
"You're right, but isn't it unrealistic for us to find him on our own? Master said several times it was impossible," Shuten-douji interjected smoothly. It was the most logical point to raise.
The Foreigner nodded in acknowledgment.
"Precisely."
"Since you're saying this despite knowing that, I assume you have a plan?"
"Yes. Master might find it a bit distasteful, but it's a method he would likely approve of in the end."
"And what might that be?" Shuten-douji was genuinely curious. Tearing a persistent pest limb from limb was something she looked forward to. For this altered version of Shuten-douji, the greatest pleasure was the affection given by her Master. Having stumbled into peace after a lifetime of violent conflict, she wanted to preserve it and eliminate any chaotic variables.
"Would it not be helpful to seek the aid of the one called Tengen to find Kenjaku? Though whether we can even call that thing 'human' is debatable…"
The Foreigner presented her alternative. Tengen was the linchpin who maintained the jujutsu barriers across all of Japan—the very heart of the jujutsu world. Yet, he remained a detached observer, managing the barriers like a machine.
"Tengen… is that the one in the basement of Tokyo Jujutsu High? Will they even receive us?" Ibuki-douji raised a hand, looking genuinely concerned.
The Foreigner met Ibuki's gaze with absolute confidence.
"Between intimidation and persuasion, I'm sure we can make them cooperate. At the end of the day, that entity wishes to protect this country. We simply need to exploit that psychology."
"Sounds good. Can you find the way in?"
"Zenin Toji has entered before. We can use him as a vanguard, or use the Jujutsu High personnel Master has already swayed."
Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Yaga Masamichi. Any sorcerer stationed at the school could be a point of entry. Even without them, they could leverage their connections to pull in Shoko Ieiri, who lived on the school grounds.
"Meeting Tengen to request cooperation, then hunting Kenjaku based on that intel. Any objections?"
There were none.
"Then I will present this to Master tomorrow and ask for his permission. If he refuses, we'll pivot to a different plan."
"You're not going to push him?" Assassin tilted her head. A perfect secretary sometimes guided their employer; absolute obedience wasn't the only virtue. Obedience was for tools, not for a personal advisor.
"I don't want to force Master onto a path he dislikes. If it were a matter of extreme danger, perhaps, but this isn't that dire."
"Ah, true enough." Assassin nodded. As a Koyanskaya with the same roots, she was quick to agree.
"Let's end the meeting here. You all did well listening. Please, get some rest."
"Yep! Good job, everyone."
"It wasn't a bad talk. Rest well."
Shuten-douji and Ibuki-douji left together, leaving the two Koyanskayas alone in the room.
"Once we catch Kenjaku, Sukuna will be next. Do you have a plan for him?"
"We can use Tengen for that as well. However, I don't believe Sukuna requires as much caution. He isn't the type to weave grand schemes from the shadows."
Sukuna was strong. He was cunning and cruel. But he wasn't a master manipulator like Kenjaku. That distinction made him much simpler to manage.
'You're right.' Assassin wordlessly agreed. Sukuna was a mere soldier in comparison. As long as they remained stronger than him, he wasn't a significant threat. Between the divine weight of Ibuki-douji and the sheer terror of Shuten-douji, they could tear him apart effortlessly.
"Let's not look too far ahead. For now, we focus solely on catching Kenjaku." Assassin sighed and stood up, planning to wash up and rest.
"Agreed. It's better to focus on short-term goals in these situations." The Foreigner followed suit. Kenjaku was the priority.
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The next day, after a meal, the Foreigner presented her plan. I found myself immediately intrigued.
'It's actually quite viable.'
There was the risk of infiltrating Tokyo Jujutsu High, but it was a manageable one. If we used Tengen, we could search all of Japan rapidly. The odds of uncovering Kenjaku's location were high. Of course, it was still just a possibility—we wouldn't know until we tried.
"You think there's a chance?"
Tengen didn't meddle in worldly affairs. I had been so preoccupied with that setting that I hadn't considered exploiting him.
"Yes. We're dealing with an ancient creature who has lived over a thousand years. Its presence should be quite distinctive; Tengen will likely notice. Even if they don't, we can still demand their cooperation."
"And if Tengen gives an order, the entire jujutsu world has to move."
If we moved too overtly, we would draw unwanted attention, but even if we didn't use the whole system, the situation was favorable. Between the Gojo and Zenin families, two of the Big Three were already friendly toward us. We could easily suppress the Kamo clan. Furthermore, the final boss, Sukuna, was still safely sealed away. The odds were in our favor.
"We should aim for maximum discretion."
"In that case, it would be best to move under the cover of night. Will the fatigue be alright, Master?"
"I'll be fine. It's just a shame I don't have a skill like Presence Concealment; that would have been helpful."
Most Assassin-class Servants possessed the Presence Concealment skill, allowing them to remain unseen and undetected. The higher the rank, the more effective it was. Shuten, being an Assassin, technically had it, but she had no intention of using it—her actual ability to hide was notoriously poor in various accounts. And as for the Koyanskaya of Light, she didn't have Presence Concealment at all. She relied on her Shapeshift skill for disguises instead.
"Alright, let me make the call first."
I reached for my phone and dialed the number for Yaga Masamichi.
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