"Boom-!"
The enormous cursed spirit crashed to the ground, shaking the earth and sending rubble flying. Garuda spun through the air and landed lightly beside Yuki Tsukumo, the glow of its golden rings slowly fading.
"Phew. That was easy." Yuki Tsukumo clapped her hands and turned to look nearby. "Little deer, are you done over there?"
Kashimo stood amid a mass of mangled flesh. At his feet lay the special grade cursed spirit he had pounded to dust, without a single intact bone remaining. He said nothing, merely looking down at his fists, stained with black blood, his expression hidden in shadow.
"Looks like you're done." Yuki Tsukumo shrugged indifferently, pulled out her phone, and checked it. "Let's go. We can leave this to Gojo. He sent word that we need to head to Jujutsu High and stop Suguru Geto from killing Okkotsu..."
She raised her head and saw Kashimo still standing there, motionless, without even changing his posture. A question mark popped up over her head.
"Little deer, are you listening?"
Two seconds passed in silence.
"Sorry, Tsukumo..." Kashimo finally spoke, his voice low and a little hoarse.
"Hmm?"
Arcs of electricity suddenly burst from Kashimo's body. Blue-white lightning danced across his shoulders, arms, and hair, crackling sharply. He raised his head, and something surged in his pale blue eyes that he had never shown Yuki Tsukumo before...
Ferocity.
"I've changed my mind."
He turned and fixed Yuki Tsukumo with an unblinking stare.
Elsewhere.
Miguel and Satoru Gojo were still locked in combat. Several deep furrows had been gouged into the street, and the buildings on either side were riddled with holes. Shattered glass and chunks of concrete littered the ground.
Once again, Miguel used the Black Rope's power to put some distance between them. The rope whip