I am Overhaul in Jujutsu Kaisen World

In the bustling corner of a retro-style café, the air buzzed with laughter and the clinking of cups against saucers.

Miguel leaned casually against the backrest of his chair, his eyes fixed on Toshihisa Negi as the latter slid a photograph onto the table between them.

"This is the target's family," Toshihisa announced, lightly tapping the corner of the photo.

Miguel straightened slightly, picking up the photo with his fingertips. It showed a smiling mother running down a shaded path, chased by a laughing young girl, her hair streaming behind her. He studied the image intently, his impassive face betraying an undercurrent of focus.

"So, are we doing this?" Toshihisa broke the silence after a moment, his calm voice carrying an undertone of uncertainty. "Geto told us to find her identity, nothing more."

Miguel set the photo carefully back on the table. "That's not enough," he said firmly. His dark eyes met Toshihisa's, carrying an ominous weight. "The target is a threat to the boss. That much is clear."

Toshihisa exhaled sharply, crossing his arms. "No doubt. Being a Special Rank at fifteen is absurd. Who reaches that level at that age?"

Miguel nodded, his gaze lingering on the photograph. "Exactly why we can't face him directly." He leaned forward slightly, a cold glint in his eyes. "The only way to have a shot against a monster like that is to strike where it hurts. Indirectly."

Toshihisa averted his gaze, grimacing. "I guess you're right," he muttered reluctantly.

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"Sayuri, are you ready? Time's ticking!" called a hurried voice from the kitchen.

The young girl appeared at the top of the stairs, adjusting her middle school uniform.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming!" she yelled back.

She flew down the stairs, landing in her chair at the breakfast table with a thud. Grabbing a piece of toast, she slathered it with jam in record time and devoured it almost in one bite.

"Sayuri! That's not how a young lady should eat!" her mother scolded, arms crossed in disapproval.

Mouth full, Sayuri replied with a mischievous grin, "What? I'm eating just fine, see?"

She finished the toast in two more bites, downed a glass of milk in one go, and leaped to her feet.

"Alright, I'm off! See you tonight, Mom!" she chirped, planting a quick kiss on her mother's cheek.

She grabbed her bag and darted toward the door. But a soft meow froze her in her tracks.

"Oh, Yuri, it's you?"

Sayuri crouched to scoop up the tiny kitten rubbing against her ankles.

"See you later!" she whispered, giving it a gentle cuddle before setting it back down.

Finally, she bolted out of the house, her pace quickening.

"Argh, I'm gonna be late again!" she groaned as she sped up.

Rounding the corner, a memory flitted across her mind: her older brother waking her up by gently knocking on her door in the mornings. Her brows furrowed, and she shook her head.

"Ugh, whatever... I don't miss him at all."

But her heart seemed to disagree.

Lost in thought, Sayuri continued on autopilot—until she slammed into something. Hard.

The impact sent her sprawling backward, hitting the sidewalk with enough force to scrape her knees and elbows.

"Ow!" she yelped, rubbing her head as she looked up.

Towering over her was a massive man with a stern face and dark skin. But what truly unsettled her was his smile—wide, impossibly wide, stretching far beyond the norm and revealing unnaturally pristine teeth.

Sayuri's heart raced as the man silently stared at her. Forcing an awkward grin, she quickly bowed her head.

"Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going," she stammered, scrambling to her feet.

She turned on her heels, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But she had barely taken a step before the man's massive arm shot out, aiming to grab her wrist.

This time, instinct took over. Without thinking, Sayuri grabbed her school bag and hurled it with all her strength at the man's face.

"Help!" she screamed, breaking into a sprint with everything she had.

The bag barely slowed him down, but she didn't dare look back. Tears welled up in her eyes as a horrifying realization struck her: the street, usually bustling with life, was eerily silent. No cars, no pedestrians—nothing.

She turned a corner into an alley and spotted a man standing further ahead. He was of average height, clad in a gray coat. Hope ignited in her chest.

"Mister! Please help me!" she cried, her voice trembling with desperation.

The man turned toward her, his eyes narrowing with concern. He moved swiftly to her side, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, calm down. What's going on?" he asked, his tone grave but soothing.

Sayuri, gasping for breath, tried to explain. But something in his smile gave her pause. It was like the other man's—too wide, unnervingly so, and devoid of any genuine warmth.

Before she could step back, his hand lashed out, striking her neck with precision. Her world tilted.

The last thing she felt was the cold of the pavement against her skin before darkness claimed her.

The man hoisted her limp body onto his shoulder with unsettling ease, as if she were weightless.

"Miguel, you let her get away?" he called to the first man, who was now approaching.

"I'm a hunter," Miguel replied, his voice low and steady. "I like to play with my prey a little."

The man in the gray coat—Toshihisa—grinned, but this time it wasn't forced. It was savage, feral.

"Amusing. But the game's over. Let's move."

Suddenly—

"Behind you! Watch out!"

Miguel's warning was sharp, cutting through the tense air like a blade.

But Miguel wasn't the type to panic. Always cold. Always methodical.

Toshihisa began to turn, curiosity lighting his expression, but everything changed in an instant.

His eyes widened, mouth falling open in a silent gasp. And then—it ended.

A gaping hole tore through his forehead, freezing his face in eternal terror. His massive body crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud, releasing Sayuri, who rolled limply onto the asphalt, still unconscious.

Miguel froze, his legs suddenly leaden. What had just happened?

His hand instinctively reached for the coiled rope at his waist, his signature weapon ready for action.

Then a voice rang out, deep and commanding, reverberating through the unnaturally quiet street.

"Vermin. Daring to lay your filthy hands on the sister of my God? You defy His authority, desecrate His sacred name? You… are a blasphemy."

Miguel's eyes darted across the street, searching for the voice's source.

Then he saw it.

At first, it was just a faint movement on the pavement. A small figure advancing slowly, almost leisurely.

A kitten.

TO BE CONTINUED!

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