After all three of them "betrayed" him, Xian Di fell briefly silent. He sat with his arms crossed, staring ahead expressionlessly, like a defendant hauled before a court whose jury had already unanimously declared him guilty.
Satoru Gojo was still rubbing salt in the wound.
"Look, just look," he said to Wana, pointing at Xian Di's face. "That's the face of a guilty man. I'm telling you, Xian Di's been like this since he was little. Whenever someone hits a nerve, he makes that face-pretending to be all brooding when he's actually freaking out inside."
Xian Di took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at Satoru Gojo.
"Are you asking for a fight?"
Satoru Gojo immediately scooted away and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Nope, nope. You're in a bad mood right now. I'm afraid you'd go for the kill."
The corner of Xian Di's mouth twitched. He couldn't be bothered with him anymore and turned his gaze toward Kyoto Jujutsu High.
Yuko had already returned to Kyoto Jujutsu High's stands. Her teammates gathered around her, some offering water, others towels. Their team captain stood at the front, looking at her with a complicated expression.
"When did you learn to use a domain?" His voice was quiet, but his tone held something he had been suppressing for a long time.
Yuko took the water, unscrewed the cap, and drank a mouthful before saying,
"It came with my technique."
The captain's complicated expression became even more complicated.
"It came with your technique? Why didn't you tell the teacher or me?"
"You never asked," Yuko said, utterly convinced she was in the right.
The captain opened his mouth to say something, then swallowed his words. He took a deep breath, turned around, and looked back at the