There was a faint, dry warmth in the air.
Wana was on her way home.
Today's mission had been far more troublesome than she had expected. As a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, she should have needed no more than an hour to deal with a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit. But this cursed spirit had proved more cunning than she had imagined-it hadn't stayed in one place, instead scurrying all over the city's sewer system. She had chased it all morning before finally cornering it.
She raised her right hand to her left shoulder and pressed her fingers firmly into the aching muscle, over and over.
She passed through the Zenin Clan's towering main gate.
The gate slowly closed behind her with a dull thud.
Then she saw the orb of light.
It rose from the direction of the Training Ground, its blue glow strikingly bright.
Wana slowed her steps.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to make out what it was.
Her brows drew together. Why did that thing look so familiar?
She stared at the orb, at its soft blue light.
Then the orb exploded.
Her eyes flew wide the instant that curtain of blue light burst outward.
She knew what it was now.
Blue.
Satoru Gojo's Cursed Technique.
The corner of Wana's mouth twitched.
"Satoru-Gojo-"
Her chest heaved as she broke into a run.
Straight toward the Training Ground.
Five people stood in a row in the Training Ground.
Unlike Tsumiki and the others, who were stunned by Satoru's power, Megumi wore a different expression.
His expression was the most complicated of the four.
He really isn't afraid of slipping up and blowing up the Zenin Clan, huh.
Megumi didn't dare follow that thought any further.
He took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"Well?"
Satoru