"You're here too?"
As Kurusu Hana flew high into the sky carrying the Prison Realm, while everyone on the ground watched her with tension, anticipation, or caution, Kakinoki Kenji silently approached from some distance away from the plaza.
On closer inspection, there was actually someone else leaning against the wall here.
It was Kashimo Hajime.
"I thought you weren't interested in this."
Kakinoki Kenji said this to Kashimo Hajime with a smile.
Kashimo Hajime glanced at Kakinoki Kenji, then shifted his gaze to someone in the field.
At the head of the group, the young man looked up at Kurusu Hana as she flew higher and higher. Yet unlike the others, he showed neither tension, anticipation, nor caution. It was as though even the sky falling could not disturb him, his face forever wearing an expression of calm.
Looking at Riezel like this, Kashimo Hajime's fighting spirit boiled.
Clearly, being effortlessly knocked down by Riezel yesterday had not left any shadow in his heart. Instead, it had stimulated his fighting spirit to the greatest extent.
In his eyes, that unruffled demeanor was undoubtedly the bearing of a strong man.
An absolute powerhouse!
The loneliness of standing at the summit!
The existence he had pursued might be right before him!
"You don't still want to pick a fight with that kid, do you?"
Seeing Kashimo Hajime's reaction, Kakinoki Kenji was startled.
He admitted that Kashimo Hajime was strong—far stronger than ordinary.
To nearly force him into a desperate situation without even using his Cursed Technique, Kashimo Hajime must have been someone who dominated an era in his lifetime, just like Gojo Satoru.
And that was indeed the case.
Four hundred years ago, Kashimo Hajime had been the strongest Curse User of his era. Like Gojo Satoru now, he had stood above