"January 1st, New Year's Day, a new beginning?"
After leaving the hotel, Tomie quickly moved to another hideout.
She was currently sitting under the warm air conditioning, wearing a seductive sheer nightgown as she looked out the window and pondered the future.
Unlike China, New Year's Day in Japan falls on January 1st each year.
This custom was formed after the reforms of the Meiji Restoration.
From January 1st to January 3rd each year, most areas of Japan celebrate the New Year in a lively manner.
Therefore, the meaning behind Kenjaku and the others choosing January 1st to start their plan was easy to understand.
They probably intended to bring a new atmosphere to this country on that day.
"That won't do," Tomie murmured, her cherry lips parting slightly as she voiced her distress.
It was not that Tomie did not want Kenjaku and the others to proceed with their plan.
In fact, Tomie did not even know the full scope of Kenjaku and the others' plan.
Kenjaku, who always tailored his words to his audience, naturally would not tell Tomie that he planned to turn the people of Japan into a billion-person Cursed Spirit.
After all, Tomie was not Sukuna. She would definitely object.
So, the plan Kenjaku revealed to Tomie was to overthrow the existing Jujutsu World and create a new Jujutsu World that belonged to them.
However, even while looking forward to their new Jujutsu World, Tomie would not simply follow Kenjaku's plan.
After all, she was already being targeted. If she waited another month, it was hard to say how much power she would have left.
Even if a new Jujutsu World was established then, there might not be a place for her.
So she decided to drag the others into it as well.
Were they not allies? If they were allies, then they should share the hardships.
Tomie believed Kenjaku would not mind.
"So now I need to find a way to deal with those three people."
Thinking of this, Tomie started to get a headache.
Especially when she thought of a certain white-haired person, Tomie instantly gritted her teeth in hatred...
A few hours ago, Osaka.
A slender figure over 190 centimeters tall, wearing a black starry-night gown and shoulder-length white hair, walked into an old building. The black veiled eye mask on her face added a captivating sense of mystery.
"Yo, beautiful, what are you doing here?"
A yellow-haired man smoking a cigarette excitedly stepped forward, not caring that the "woman" in front of him was nearly ten centimeters taller than him.
After all, many girls wore heels over ten centimeters tall, and some even used height-increasing insoles.
"Am I beautiful?"
The tall "woman" covered her face with one hand, appearing to smile happily while holding back to maintain her manners.
This made everyone present even more eager.
The men in the room all stood up and gathered around the "woman."
"Beautiful lady, come play with big brother?"
"Don't listen to him. Come, come, play with me, big brother."
The scene instantly became a little chaotic.
"I heard you guys have been following a girl named Tomie recently. Who is prettier, me or her?"
"Of course, it's you."
"Right, right, right, it has to be you."
"Then from now on, leave her and follow me. How about it?"
"This..."
Everyone exchanged glances, a hint of hesitation appearing in their eyes.
The reason they had been speaking so nicely and fawning over the "woman" was naturally because they felt they could get something from her.
Although they had not gotten anything from Tomie, they had paid her.
"Little girl, Tomie is our boss. You want us to betray her..."
Before the yellow-haired man could finish his sentence, the tall woman in front of him slapped him with extreme speed.
The yellow-haired man was about to get angry, but when he saw what had fallen from his face and landed in her hand, his eyes widened.
It was a thick stack of ten-thousand-yen bills.
"Not enough. That's my dear boss. I need more money."
The yellow-haired man instantly swallowed the curses he was about to spit out.
The tall woman took a step forward, grabbed the yellow-haired man by the collar, and produced another stack of ten-thousand-yen bills with her other hand.
"Is this enough, little brother?"
Slap, slap.
The tall woman leaned down until their faces were only a dozen centimeters apart, and the ten-thousand-yen bills kept slapping against his face, making the yellow-haired man's expression change again and again.
"Is this about dealing with that little girl? Don't worry, boss. With your command, we'll definitely make that little girl kneel and sing praises to you."
The yellow-haired man, who had imagined countless melodramatic rich family feuds, finally surrendered to the woman's charm and the ten-thousand-yen bills.
"Right, right, right, we can do it too. As long as the money is right, boss, whatever you say goes."
However, what they did not notice was that the "woman's" smile became increasingly difficult to maintain after receiving everyone's assurances.
"Hahahahaha, see, Tomie? I told you, you're not as beautiful as me."
The "woman" in front suddenly covered her stomach with one hand and slapped her thigh hard with the other.
This sudden change confused everyone in the room, but they still echoed along.
"Right, right, right. How could that little girl who hasn't grown up yet be as beautiful as you?"
"Exactly, exactly."
...Hearing this, someone finally could not hold back anymore.
"Enough! You pervert, if you have the guts, don't use money. Let's compete fairly and openly."
Tomie's voice came from outside the door, and everyone in the room instantly turned to stone.
The only sound left was Satoru's laughter.
"Alright, but you can't use your Cursed Technique either. Let's have a fair duel. I'll win no matter how many times we compete anyway."
Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, the "woman" in front of them grabbed the expensive evening gown embroidered with a starry-night pattern in both hands and tore it apart.
Rip.
Everyone stared intently at this scene, imagining countless possible scenarios that might follow.
Then, they saw an unfamiliar school uniform and two large padding inserts lying on the floor.
"..."
The room instantly fell silent.
Satoru tossed aside the expensive cosplay wig he had just bought, then brought in Tomie, who was already tied up, from outside the door.
"See? I told you, you couldn't charm me because you're not charming enough. You're not even as good-looking as me, so why are you always primping?"
"You perverted bastard, if you have the guts, let me go and compete with me again."
Tomie, held by Satoru like a little chick, was mortified and enraged.
She now wanted to immediately find a hole to crawl into, and she also wanted to physically destroy this pervert in front of her who could cross-dress without batting an eye. She also wanted to immediately use her Cursed Technique to control these useless people and make them kowtow to her and apologize, swearing that they would only be obsessed with her forever.
But she could not. At this moment, not only had her abdomen, where she gathered Cursed Energy, been meticulously destroyed internally by Satoru without harming her skin, but she was also tightly bound by Jujutsu that restrained Cursed Energy.
This was also why the people in front of her were barely affected by Tomie.
For the first time, Tomie suffered such humiliation in the area she was most confident in. Blood rushed to her head, and she fainted from anger.
"Oh, already out of it so quickly?"
Satoru shook Tomie in his hand, confirmed that she had truly fainted from anger, and immediately felt bored.
Tossing Tomie aside, Satoru looked at the dumbfounded people in the room.
"Now it's your turn. Let's have some fun!"
"Don't you come over here!"
(To be continued.)
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