"MT, hold it! You have to hold it!"
"Physical DPS, attack in the order I marked."
"Mages, buff yourselves first. Listen to my commands and get ready to focus fire."
"Report! The MT's health has dropped into the red!"
"Swap Maki out! Off-tank Panda, get in there! Playful Panda, quit thinking about playing around and help your brother hold the line! If you fail, your bamboo gets cut in half!"
"Oh no~ Oh no~"
"Healer! Where's the healer? Heal us already!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Shoko Ieiri, dressed in a white lab coat with both hands in her pockets, wore a helpless expression.
She lightly touched Maki's wound. Accompanied by a gentle glow of cursed energy, the injury began healing at a visible rate.
Even as she treated her, she did not forget to complain to Satoru Gojo.
"Why am I called a healer, anyway? Can't you give me a nicer title?"
"Because that's what everyone calls them. And it does sound better than 'medic.' It suits you, too."
As he spoke, Satoru Gojo deliberately glanced at his old classmate's chest.
In terms of sheer peaks, Shoko Ieiri ranked first in Tokyo High School. Among all Jujutsu Sorcerers, she probably only lost to Meimei, who was a year older than her.
Shoko Ieiri was no little girl. Rather than blushing in embarrassment, she viciously stomped on Satoru Gojo's foot with her high heel. "What kind of madness possessed me to agree to come here and help you? I feel so stupid."
Since they were inside Rika's domain, Satoru Gojo had not activated Limitless. He took the stomp solidly, yet instead of crying out in pain, he gave an irritating little "Eh?" "Isn't this great? This is how dungeon runs are supposed to be. You're either in the lab or in