About an hour later.
Yuji Itadori's phone trembled slightly, and his previously dejected expression suddenly brightened.
He sprang up from his chair, grabbed his phone, and darted out of the room without looking back.
Wasuke Itadori, who was watching TV, merely glanced over.
He seemed to have gotten used to his grandson's "Superman reflexes"...
In the first-floor lobby of the inpatient building, Yuji Itadori clutched his phone and looked around. He quickly found his target.
"Mr. Kana!"
He rushed over, waving his right hand with a brilliant smile on his face.
At the same time...
Yuji Itadori's gaze was drawn to the figure beside him.
He knew Kana Shizumi, but who was the long-haired man in casual clothes standing beside him?
"Uh..."
Standing before the two of them, Yuji Itadori suddenly did not know what to say.
Of course.
Kana Shizumi was in much the same situation.
—During the hour-long drive from departure to destination, Kenjaku had remained exceptionally calm.
Since they had taken a taxi directly, the driver had been quite talkative throughout the ride. However, Kenjaku had only idly looked at the scenery outside, leaving Kana Shizumi to deal with the driver the entire way.
There had been a few hiccups, but they had arrived safely in the end.
Though Kenjaku showed no inclination to speak, Kana Shizumi could somehow sense subtle shifts in his mood.
Jail Mom seemed to be getting a little impatient.
As everyone knew, Kenjaku was, at heart, someone who lived for amusement.
For him, fun was the primary driving force. He usually acted according to his own preferences, and even if he fell into someone else's rhythm, his extensive experience would ultimately let him steer the situation back in his favor...
A more straightforward example was that curtain-call battle.
When he first encountered