Miwa Chisei had barely sat down when the infirmary's wooden door was flung open with thunderous force.
"You little brat from the Miwa family, explain yourself."
The displeased arrogance in Satoru Gojo's voice made Shoko Ieiri frown. Using Reverse Cursed Technique was delicate work, after all.
Miwa Chisei's red eyes filled with confusion at his baffling demand.
Her gaze slid toward Suguru Geto. When she saw his "friendly" smile, she knew Gojo had probably told him about Toji Fushiguro.
Why did he look like he'd only just realized he wanted to pick a fight? How strange.
But Gojo wasn't picking a fight over her letting Toji Fushiguro go. He wanted to know how she had saved him.
"Are you that eager to die?"
Listening to him curse her so freely, Miwa Chisei thought Gojo would have been quite an extraordinary figure if he'd been born into the Miwa family.
But he'd gotten it wrong. This time, she really hadn't altered fate.
She hesitated for a moment, then spoke uncertainly.
"Anyway, it didn't feel like my lifespan got any shorter. At the time, I just wanted to keep him from dying."
"So he survived, but I couldn't save the hand Gojo blew up."
While Gojo and Geto pondered the principles behind that, Shoko Ieiri, who was treating Miwa Chisei beside them, gave her a languid glance.
"Did you get anxious and use cursed energy twice?"
Miwa Chisei blinked, surprised that her senior Ieiri knew.
"In the heat of the moment, I used my divination jujutsu to try to alter his fate. But then I thought losing years of my life was such a bad deal, so I used cursed energy again to try to cancel it. I'd never tested whether I could cancel it, though."
Toji Fushiguro might have cried if