On the way back.
Yuji Itadori seemed distracted, slowly trailing behind the group.
Seeing this, Araki Itsuki stopped and asked curiously:
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Yuji Itadori hesitate, Kugisaki snapped:
"Quit hemming and hawing. It's gross."
"That Eso guy just now... he cried."
Araki Itsuki nodded. "Those brothers spent over a hundred years keeping their lonely vigil together. Naturally, they had a deep bond."
Yuji Itadori spoke slowly. "Kugisaki, Fushiguro, was this your first time dealing with something like this?"
"Not exorcising something, but killing someone..."
Kugisaki shook her head. This was her first time encountering such a situation.
"What about you?"
"I've dealt with it once before. No, I shouldn't say once."
"Calling it 'once' is a cop-out. That's disrespectful to their lives. It was three people."
Kugisaki looked up, thought for a moment, and gave her answer.
"Honestly, even if Araki hadn't been here and we'd killed those brothers ourselves, I don't think I'd feel anything."
"Besides, you're bound to run into this kind of thing as a jujutsu sorcerer. In the end, there's always a limit to how many people you can save."
"How should I put it? Every important person I meet in my life gets a seat in my heart."
Kugisaki glanced at Yuji Itadori, her eyes filled with affection for her friend.
"I don't want people who don't even have a seat messing with my head.
But then there are guys like you, Itadori, who bring their own chair over and sit down."
"Am I being cold?"
"Of course not."
Araki Itsuki shook his head. Really, the three of them were easy to understand.
Yuji Itadori saved people indiscriminately, while Fushiguro chose whom to save.
Kugisaki was closest to an ordinary person. She had come to Tokyo to enjoy life, and she liked spending her