The Three Corpses within him keenly caught the fleeting hesitation in the girl's heart.
Lu Ping understood.
He knew very well where the young doctor before him stood.
As the medical staff member at Jujutsu High specifically responsible for emergency treatment and cleanup, Shoko had undoubtedly seen more comrades' corpses than anyone else.
The nature of her work meant facing bloodied, mangled companions, death, and despair every day.
That made her value her comrades' safety more than anyone else.
They had enrolled in the same year and interacted frequently as fellow students.
From the dual perspective of a medical professional and a friend, she naturally hoped more than anything that those around her could live a little longer.
And that meaningless sacrifices could be reduced as much as possible.
This weighty sentiment happened to align perfectly with Lu Ping's own core pursuit of longevity.
Lu Ping met her slightly hesitant, worried gaze.
Rather than responding with his usual calm detachment, he solemnly nodded and made a promise of considerable weight.
"Alright, I promise you."
His voice was steady and firm.
"I'll only do what is within my capabilities."
The occasional shriek of summer cicadas drifted in from beyond the corridor, while a breeze brushed against the wooden window frames.
Ieiri Shoko was slightly stunned.
She clearly had not expected such a crisp, straightforward answer from him.
At this Jujutsu High, which was filled with fervor and madness, young and impulsive sorcerers often treated injuries as badges of honor.
People like Satoru Gojo, who had "I'm the strongest in the world" hanging from his lips all day, were the norm.
Yet the boy before her displayed restraint utterly at odds with his age.
The short-haired girl carefully examined those calm eyes.
Only after confirming that he was not casually brushing her