Days after the failed ambush at the safehouse, the higher-ups and Gojo's students swept through the district. But Suguru Geto was nowhere to be found.
Geto had completely vanished off the grid, retreating into the deep shadows of the underworld, choosing self-preservation over a losing war—at least for now.
Back at the flower shop, the absence of the threat felt like a heavy weight finally lifting off their shoulders. The bell above the door chimed softly as a regular customer stepped in, greeted by the sweet fragrance of fresh lilies.
Satoru sat perched on his usual high chair nearby, scrolling mindlessly through a status report on his phone before tossing it onto the table with a dismissive shrug.
"Let him run," Satoru said lightly. "If he ever decides to crawl out of hiding again, we'll just deal with him twice as fast."
Akari offered a soft, knowing smile, shaking her head. "Somehow, I doubt he'll be eager to test his luck anytime soon."15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsKz3JYh2uT
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