Osaka.
Teleporting constantly between the major combat zones, Chinatsu worked relentlessly to keep the chaos from worsening. As curse users fell and cursed spirits were exorcised, she appeared and vanished like a ghost.
For the first time in nearly an hour, Chinatsu stopped. She lowered her head slightly, her breaths quiet but a little hurried.
Although Reverse Cursed Technique could heal physical injuries, mental exhaustion was far harder to reverse. After operating nonstop under such intense pressure, fatigue showed in her clear eyes.
"Miss Gojo, are you all right...?"
The jujutsu sorcerer Chinatsu had just saved stood beside her, watching her with concern. Even someone like him, who barely knew her, could tell she was not in good shape.
Hearing his concern, Chinatsu simply shook her head, quickly composed herself, and gave him a faint smile.
"I'm just a little tired. Once this battle is over, I'm going to get some proper rest. But until then, I still need to push a little harder."
Though Chinatsu seemed to be answering him, she was also trying to rally herself. Seeing her like this, the people around her said nothing more. They did not know what to say.
She took her phone from her pocket and opened the group chat she shared with her circle of friends. With no new messages posted for several hours, she was the first to break the silence.
Chinatsu: I've more or less dealt with my area. How are things on your end? Do you need me to come help?
Almost as soon as Chinatsu sent her message, Satoru Gojo posted a popping-up sticker beneath it.
A few seconds later, a little life returned to the previously dead-silent group chat. Stealing a moment from their work, everyone pulled out their phones and tapped away at their on-screen