It wasn't that Kenjaku was disgusting enough to deliberately spit in Aoi Todo's face. The blow Yuji Itadori had landed on her lower back from behind was simply too brutal.
Kenjaku's face contorted enough to belong in a gag manga, and the huge mouthful of saliva that sprayed from her involuntarily open mouth had been knocked straight out of her.
Aoi Todo had still been grinning with excitement, but the spray of saliva hitting his face left him completely stumped. It was like dousing a fire with water, or having the homework he was eagerly copying snatched away halfway through...
With an awkward expression, Aoi Todo instinctively raised a hand to touch his cheek. Kenjaku seized that unexpected opening, clutching her lower back with one hand as she hurried away from the two men flanking her.
"You're disgusting."
"You two are!"
Aoi Todo looked utterly repulsed, while Kenjaku, still clutching her aching back, gritted her teeth and immediately snapped back at his accusation, losing some of her composure.
In terms of sheer strength, Kenjaku could comfortably overpower any Disaster Cursed Spirit. She was unquestionably Special Grade. Her opponents, on the other hand...
Aoi Todo, Grade 1.
Yuji Itadori, Grade 2.
Maki Zenin, Grade 2.
Kenjaku should have been able to handle a lineup like this with ease. Unfortunately, her lack of information had let the three draw her into their rhythm, leaving her on the receiving end of a humiliating combo.
That really hurt...
Kenjaku felt the spot on her lower back beneath her palm. Getting hit there should have been far better than taking a blow to the head, but for some reason, she found it both painful and deeply humiliating.
Once she recovered, she fixed the three with a grave stare, making it clear she was now taking