Time slipped by, and dusk soon arrived. The sunset cast its last rays over streets crusted with blood.
No one knew exactly what had happened here. Jujutsu High sealed off the area as quickly as possible and evacuated as many people as they could.
The commotion had been enormous. Everyone on the street had witnessed blood suddenly blasting manhole covers into the air, rising in towering columns and splashing over everything in sight.
One manhole cover had even struck some poor old bastard, knocking him unconscious on the spot and landing him in the hospital.
Word soon reached the Higher-Ups. Under pressure, Masamichi Yaga had no choice but to call Satoru Gojo and send him to the scene to assess the situation.
The moment Satoru Gojo heard that blood covered the entire street, he knew Kamo Xu had unleashed his ultimate move. Thinking his buddy was in trouble, he rushed straight over.
But all he found was Ijichi, driven to near despair by the carnage before him, and Kento Nanami beside him, sporting a brand-new red skin.
Nanami stood silently before another man, his head lowered, not daring to so much as glance at that stern face.
That man was Kamo Xu.
Ijichi spotted Satoru Gojo first. The poor guy nearly lost half his soul at the sight of him.
"Eek! Gojo... sensei."
I'm screwed. Screwed, screwed, screwed. What brought this guy here?
Was the commotion here really enough to alert Satoru Gojo while he was busy?
It's over... it's over, it's over. I'm done for!
"Well, this looks festive." Seeing everyone more or less accounted for, Satoru Gojo immediately relaxed and grinned as he teased the blood-red Kento Nanami.
"Where's Yuji? Did the kid 'die' again?"
He was joking. He knew perfectly well that with Kamo Xu and Nanamin