Half of Hanami's head had been destroyed by Satoru Gojo's attack. Hanami staggered through the woods. Fortunately, Wakayama Prefecture was densely forested, allowing Hanami, whose presence resembled a plant's, to hide.
Hanami held out a palm. A white, caterpillar-like creature lay there, barely clinging to life.
At the last moment, Hanami had risked everything to snatch up the soul form Mahito had preserved. Otherwise, Mahito would have been killed.
But in this state... it would take a long time for him to recover.
That man was terrifying. They weren't even on the same level. He had left them utterly powerless in a single encounter.
I'd thought Miwa Chisei was already absurdly strong, but this one was beyond belief.
There was no beating someone like that. Kamo Tetsuya had been right to warn us.
Meanwhile, standing amid the ruined cemetery, Satoru Gojo ruffled his hair in frustration. Qianxing had warned him that those two cursed spirits were good at escaping, but he hadn't expected them to be such slippery bastards.
Still, one of them should be dead. If not, I'd tear them to pieces the next time we met.
Looking at Satoru Gojo's adorably disgruntled expression, Miwa Chisei couldn't help speaking.
"If you hadn't been here, I might not have been able to save Uncle Yuto."
"Are you trying to comfort me, Qianxing? But this really is humiliating. I'll twist their heads off next time."
Satoru Gojo slipped both hands into his pockets, walked over to Miwa Chisei, and lowered his eyes to the old man.
"What should we do with him?"
Miwa Chisei looked away, her expression clearheaded as she spoke.
"Let Jujutsu Society keep him under supervision. We can only wait until his condition stabilizes."
Satoru Gojo pondered something, then abruptly spoke.
"What do you think those cursed spirits