"Ah~ I still can't take you along this time, but I called my adorable junior~"
The incident had come out of nowhere and was particularly heinous. A special grade cursed spirit was very likely behind this mission.
Naturally, the assignment fell to a grade one sorcerer, but it was still a learning opportunity.
After giving it some thought, Satoru Gojo immediately decided to send the "dead" Itadori along.
No amount of training could match the thrill of actual combat. Besides, Itadori's strength had improved by leaps and bounds over this period.
It was time to broaden his horizons and let him get a feel for fighting cursed spirits again.
So this absolute madman dragged Itadori straight out of the basement, turned a corner while no one was around, and entered a secret passage at Jujutsu High.
It was barely any brighter than the basement. Having spent so long in the gloom, Itadori quickly adjusted to the lighting.
The boy wasn't exactly in great shape, though. His whole face was battered and swollen, and a dark bruise from a punch still marked his cheek.
One eye was swollen half shut, leaving only the other to stare resentfully at the person beside Satoru Gojo.
That was Kamo Xu, who was coming along... The moment he received a certain someone's call, he had said goodbye to the Zenin sisters and rushed straight to the basement.
But he hadn't managed to catch that madman, Satoru Gojo.
Apparently, Gojo was still having a friendly chat with that old bastard Ganrakuji at Jujutsu High. Word was that he had smashed a coffee table, three chairs, and two lamps on the spot, and scared a young girl half to death in the process.
Finally, he had grabbed the old man by his clothes and demanded to know