The Tokyo dusk settled into shadows. From the window of his hotel room, Agent 47 stood still, shirt sleeves rolled, the city skyline reflecting on the glass. The echo of a previous battle still hummed through his limbs, but his mind was elsewhere—detached and always calculating.
The system window pulsed gently.
New Side Contract Available
Objective: Locate and collect the remaining 6 cursed fingers of Ryomen Sukuna.
Note: 5 are unobtainable—currently sealed within Itadori Yuji.
Remaining Targets: 6
Status: Unknown locations. Urban legends and residual cursed energy patterns suggest hidden sites across Japan.
Contract Reward: ???
47 narrowed his eyes.
Accept?
[YES][NO]
His thumb tapped YES without hesitation.
Side Contract Accepted.
Update: Begin investigation. All six are housed in different secure or corrupted zones. Information will appear as anomalies in cursed energy readings over time.
He turned away from the window and moved to the table, laying out a small map of Japan. The system highlighted faint markers—only vague signals at first:
One pulsed weakly near an abandoned subway station in Osaka.
Another flickered in a long-forgotten countryside shrine.
The others remained shrouded—locked behind stronger veils or rituals.
He exhaled silently. A scavenger hunt of death, curses, and ritual containment. But it wasn't the challenge that concerned him.
It was the intention.
"Why scatter them... unless someone wanted them found again?" he murmured.
This contract felt different—not just a hunt. It was like he was being pointed toward something. Or led. And yet, that didn't matter.
The goal was clear.
There were six left. He would find them.
He holstered his silverballers, adjusted his tie, and locked the coat buttons.
Down in the hotel lobby, he passed the front desk unnoticed. No one remembered his face. The system muted his presence when needed. He was a ghost with a barcode.
Outside, the streets were alive again. Neon shimmered on wet asphalt. And just across the avenue, sitting on a bench with a bag of takoyaki, was Gojo Satoru.
His blindfolded gaze followed 47, a smile touching his lips.
"You've been busy lately," Gojo muttered under his breath.
Megumi and Nobara were further behind him, half pretending to argue over food. Itadori wasn't present tonight. Likely recovering or being kept away.
Gojo leaned back. "And now he's on the move again…"
Elsewhere—beneath the roots of a cursed-blighted tree—Kenjaku sat cross-legged as he held a crystal-like orb. Jogo stood nearby, visibly agitated.
"Mahito was reckless," Kenjaku said calmly. "But this man... this anomaly… he's collected nine fingers which Jogo had and walked away with Sukuna's power like he was buying groceries."
"Should we move?" Hanami asked.
"No," Kenjaku's tone darkened. "We let him collect. We watch. And when he's finished…"
He smiled coldly. "We take everything."
Back in Tokyo, 47 stepped into a train heading west. First stop: Osaka.
Author Note-
[Hey there fellas, well, i suppose you are going a bit confused but this is the end of the first season in jjk, the second season would have started and this is taking place in between. Well, actually it is taking place when the school arc was finished yk, killing that damned curse and yuji getting the finger.]