It was late at night, and the three young leads followed a woman with exasperation written all over their faces.
Riko Amanai wasn't tall, standing only a little taller than the five-foot-three Nobara Kugisaki.
The woman skipped lightly ahead, twirling as she went and occasionally humming a pleasant tune that sounded all the sweeter in her voice.
Every so often, she turned back to make random small talk with the three behind her.
"Hey, hey, your name's Itadori, right? Is that guy inside you noisy? Asahi told me that weird thing howls and wails in your head all day."
"Miss Nobara, you're growing so fast! I bet you'll have such an elegant air when you're older~"
"Fushiguro... uh, Satoru Gojo wanted you to buy some souvenirs on your way back... you look really pale. You okay?"
This walking bundle of antics had completely ruined the eerie, frightening tension.
Kugisaki and Itadori didn't really mind. They had nothing against this energetic teacher.
But clearly, Megumi Fushiguro was on an entirely different wavelength.
His sister had been cursed, and this incident might well have been what left her unconscious. He was desperate to get rid of every cursed spirit here as soon as possible.
Despite himself, he quickened his pace...
The path beneath Yasohachi Bridge was rough, with holes and dips cropping up every few steps.
Distracted and impatient, Megumi Fushiguro soon stepped into empty air, stumbling and nearly falling.
Luckily, Itadori was right beside him and reached out to steady his best buddy.
"Hey, what's up with you? You've been looking troubled since before sunset."
Kugisaki had been watching him for ages, too. He kept that sour look on his face without saying a word. How were they supposed to finish the mission with him clamming up like that?
"Seriously. What's