But now, a shadow of weariness and despair hovered over him as he closed filed after file. Days ago, he'd been optimistic-confident, even-of this potential lead. Tsuda… psychic ward." Sasaki muttered to himself as he scanned through the documents. It was inconvenient how often the jujutsu sorcerer went on long, time-consuming missions, but if luck was in their favor, they wouldn't be needing his presence during those absent moments. Wasn't Satoru on a mission somewhere in Hokkaido? Sasaki thought amusedly as he absentmindedly clicked through the medical files Mirio had sent. The only glimpses he had so far were of Itadori’s opening speech, courtesy of Satoru’s numerous clips.Īn attentative teacher. He was paying less attention to the festival than he would’ve liked, but work was always his top priority. Sasaki added quietly in his head as he hung up. "That should be all." Sasaki sighed, massaging his temple. "Pleasure's all mine!" Mirio's voice crackled through the speaker with his usual cheery politeness. "I sincerely appreciate your involvement in this case during the sports festival." Thank you, Mirio." Sasaki said, barely glancing at his phone as he typed away at his computer. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 68907 Chapters: 12/? Comments: 837 Kudos: 2632 Bookmarks: 628 Hits: 53924
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