"Heh heh..."
Watching Riezel suddenly barge in, Ryomen Sukuna could not help but laugh.
His laughter was icy.
His laughter was wicked.
"Weren't you above joining forces to deal with me?"
Sukuna's mockery did not move Riezel in the slightest.
Instead, Gojo Satoru behind him raised a serious protest that could not be ignored.
"Hey, I'm not done fighting yet, Riezel! Let me finish!"
That unreliable teacher actually started throwing a tantrum.
"No one said you got to go first. You were the one who ignored fair play and stole my monster." Riezel did not turn around, merely speaking blandly. "It would have been fine otherwise. It's not like I couldn't wait until you were done."
"But now..."
Pointing at the ritual wheel above Ryomen Sukuna's head, Riezel said one thing.
"That thing has already finished turning. If I let it keep going, even if I take your place, I'll be at a serious disadvantage."
Riezel was putting it mildly.
What he actually meant was that, now that the thing had completed its rotation, Gojo Satoru probably no longer had any chance of winning.
Gojo Satoru was strong—strong enough to earn Riezel's acknowledgment—but once that ritual wheel finished turning, the situation would become extremely unfavorable for him.
By then, Gojo Satoru might very well die.
So Riezel simply stepped in.
"You noticed already?"
Seeing Riezel point at the ritual wheel above his head, Sukuna's smile turned even colder.
"Who do you think was the first one to get their hands on that thing?"
Riezel tossed out those words expressionlessly, making Ryomen Sukuna smile without answering.
"...That ritual wheel really is that thing?"
Gojo Satoru no longer had the mind to protest. Frowning, he muttered under his breath.
"Anyway, we're switching now."
Riezel ignored Gojo Satoru and walked straight toward Sukuna.