"Don't worry, Fushiguro. Your big brother's here to help."
Araki Itsuki descended from the sky, landing beside Fushiguro and openly sizing up Huanglu and Reiji.
Fushiguro breathed a sigh of relief, but said calmly, "Just a few ancient Jujutsu Sorcerers. I could've handled them myself."
Hearing that, Araki Itsuki pointed at Remi's contorted face, clearly displeased.
"Did your brain stop working today or something?"
"You kept holding back against an enemy who lied to you and stabbed you in the back over and over. Even Itadori isn't that stupid. If Kugisaki were here, she'd tear you a new one."
"I knew you were cold on the outside and soft on the inside, but since when did you become such a saint?"
Fushiguro smiled awkwardly without answering.
Every time he wanted to kill Remi and get her out of his way, his sister Tsumiki's gentle words and teachings came to mind.
They made him instinctively want to spare her.
"Where'd this little brat come from?"
Huanglu questioned Araki Itsuki with a delighted expression.
Even though he could heal himself with Reverse Cursed Technique, it did nothing to block or conceal the physical pain of tearing out his eyes and teeth.
Yet his body didn't tremble from the pain, nor did he show any anguish or sorrow. Instead, his face bore a look of pleasure and satisfaction.
So Araki Itsuki felt perfectly justified in suspecting that the guy was a masochist.
"Huanglu, I'm glad to see you wearing overalls."
"But I really don't like that tone you're taking with me!"
Hearing that, Huanglu hooked his right hand over his upper teeth, ready to rip them out and use them as bombs to teach Araki Itsuki a lesson.
"Looks like I've got one more person to blow up."
"Wait."
Reiji stopped Huanglu before