Megumi Fushiguro had been drenched red, looking as festive as a rat that had just fallen into a vat of red dye. His hair hung down in strands, nearly triggering Kamo Xu's PTSD.
He really did look like his father. Even more so with his hair down!
Wasn't this just the Heavenly Tyrant without the muscles?
The sight amused the badly injured, exhausted Kugisaki. She wanted to laugh, but even the slightest movement left her grimacing in pain for ages.
Kamo Xu didn't fuss over her. He casually cast Reverse Cursed Technique on her, instantly healing most of her wounds and leaving only a few minor injuries that wouldn't scar.
With that done, Kamo Xu handed the girl straight over to Megumi Fushiguro. Without bothering to check on either of them, he prepared to make himself scarce.
Seriously, he had come here to play with cursed spirits, not to be a babysitter.
Rushing to find the survivors right away was already an act of tremendous mercy on his part. Now they wanted him to bend over backward to help some kid?
"Wait, Mr. Kamo!" Megumi Fushiguro called after the man about to slip away. "Itadori... Yuji Itadori ran into a special grade cursed spirit!"
A special grade cursed spirit? Dai Tian!
Kamo Xu brightened. His muddled brain finally recalled part of the plot.
Right, Itadori had stayed behind alone to hold off the special grade cursed spirit so Megumi Fushiguro could take away this... uh, girl whose name he didn't know.
Now he only needed a direction, and he could head straight over.
"Which direction...?"
Hearing Kamo Xu ask that, Megumi Fushiguro assumed he was concerned about Itadori. He shook his head, explaining that the path he had taken could no longer be retraced. In this domain, they could only