Zoro
What happened next was really anecdotal.
I dodged the erasure bullet with Soru.
I entered the factory by smashing through the roof. (While, of course, being careful of the children.)
The cursed user started his villain speech. Saying how I had no chance of making it out alive and that his children were the key to his ascension.
'Seriously, what's their problem with children?'
Most of the few missions I had carried out involved children as victims.
It was becoming so recurrent that I started to wonder if I was really in Jujutsu Kaisen or rather in Type-Moon.
While I was getting bored out of my mind, he kept going with his tirade.
At some point, I got fed up and simply beheaded him while he was talking.
See? Anecdotal.
What happened next was interesting.
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I stood still in the dilapidated factory, the only one standing, wondering what I was going to do.
And looking at the children lying on the ground, unconscious. There were about fifteen of them, all under 13 years old and all orphans.
'They really went through hell. I feel bad for them.'
Not!
Step!
Step!
Step!
I slowly walked toward the door, making sure not to wake them.
'They'll be much harder to deal with if they're awake.'
Once in front of the gate, I unlocked it and opened it just enough for me to slip through.
KRIIIIK!
The door creaked loudly due to the heavy rust that had eaten away at it.
'SHIT.'
I turned around to check if the noise had woken the kids. Luckily, they were still sleeping like logs.
'Phew!'
Letting out a sigh of relief, I quickly made my way out. It hadn't even been an hour since the start of my hunt, so the moon was still high in the sky.
'I need to find a phone booth.'
I started wandering through the district looking for a way to save those children.
I was in the city center, so finding a phone booth didn't take long.
'Sweet! All I have to do now is call the police and my role ends here.'
I dialed 110, the Japanese police emergency number, and started the call.
Since it was an emergency number, I didn't need money to call.
"Ahem, ahem."
While waiting for an answer, I cleared my throat because I was about to perform a play worthy of Shakespeare.
A few moments later, someone picked up.
"Kyoto Police, how can I help you?"
A female voice answered.
'Here we go.'
"H- Hello! Please help us, we've been kidnapped."
I had to act like a scared child—it was honestly embarrassing, but I had no choice.
"Calm down, please, little one, and explain everything."
The officer spoke in a gentle yet firm voice.
"I- I was at home in Osaka with my family when a man attacked us. He… Sniff… he killed my parents in front of me before knocking me out."
"I'm sorry for you, little one. I'm sure you'll make it through."
The officer sympathized, and it showed in her tone.
'I'm too good at this, damn. This is art.'
I continued my act. "When I woke up, I was in a rundown factory with several other children. Sniff! We stayed there for several days. He only came to give us food and water and to bring more kids. Sniff! It's only with the help of the others that I managed to escape to call you."
"Is the kidnapper currently in the factory?"
"N- No, he shouldn't come back for several days."
"That gives us some room to operate."
I heard her mutter on the other end.
"Give me the exact location of the factory."
"O- Okay! It's in the city center. There's a supermarket nearby and an apartment building right next to it. The front windows have been sealed with bricks."
"Alright, thank you. I know where it is. We'll be there in less than 15 minutes. You were brave, little one. Leave the rest to us now."
Click
The signal cut off, marking the end of the call—and my act as well.
"Good. One thing done."
I was in a good mood again.
"My hunt is over. I'm back in the world of Jujutsu. My priority now is to find the right contacts."
And I knew exactly where to find them.
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"Wake up."
(…)
"Hey, wake up."
(…)
"ARE YOU GONNA GET THE HELL UP OR NOT?!"
"ARGH!"
I woke up with a groan of pain. My body, like my ears, was aching.
Everything was blurry around me, and I struggled to gather my thoughts. Little by little, my vision returned, and I saw the person who had woken me up.
I still couldn't clearly see his face, but his silhouette was now visible.
He was small, probably a child, but there were three huge protrusions coming out from his hip.
Focusing a bit more, I realized they weren't protrusions but objects—and focusing even further, I saw they were katanas. Three katanas.
'Feels like I've seen him before, but I can't remember. And why am I in this state anyway?'
I started recalling my most recent memories.
'A guy from the Kamo clan came to hire me as a bodyguard. He was kidnapping children for who knows what. I was just in charge of guarding his base.'
It was getting harder and harder to remember.
'One night, while I was on guard as usual, I heard the sound of a projectile heading straight at me. I dodged it and covered myself in cursed energy.'
A splitting headache hit me as I tried to recall the most important part.
'I turned around and saw the silhouette of the one who attacked me. There was nothing special about him except…'
The realization hit me like a Shinkansen.
"Three swords," I finished out loud.
"IT'S YOU!"
The one who attacked me had exactly the same silhouette as the one standing before me.
"Well, you finally recognize me. I know I hit hard, but I held back so you wouldn't be too damaged. How were you stupid enough to waste your cursed energy to the point you couldn't even protect yourself?"
His words acted like a trigger, bringing back all the missing memories.
"What do you want from me?" I tried to keep a professional tone, but the pain and the tension of facing the one who caused it made it difficult.
The three-sword user replied in an amused voice.
"My name is Roronoa Zoro, and I feel like you and I are going to become GREAT~ friends."
The way he said it didn't reassure me at all.
'Damn, what the hell did I get myself into.'