"Go on, what happened?"
Megumi Fushiguro looked at Itadori, waiting for an explanation.
The students from Kyoto Jujutsu High had left with Utahime. Kokichi Muta reluctantly said goodbye to Itadori, and the two agreed to have a meal together next time.
The Tokyo Jujutsu High group found somewhere nearby for lunch and sat down in a secluded corner.
Itadori dutifully explained everything-when he heard that the two of them had actually taken leave to play games, Megumi Fushiguro nearly choked on his tea in outrage.
For a moment, he had no idea where to begin.
...Great. You've even learned to lie so Sukuna can play games, Itadori...
...And Teacher Gojo, can we have a little talk afterward about how an old guy with no sense of propriety like you is corrupting your students?
Before Megumi Fushiguro could finish mentally roasting a certain delinquent teacher, Itadori's story reached the part where Sukuna had commissioned a Human-Skin Mask just to play games.
Everyone looked utterly baffled.
-Why did you have to go this far just to play games?
-Come to think of it, did something as legendary as a Human-Skin Mask actually exist...no, had one actually turned up right here among them?
Even Megumi Fushiguro was shocked enough to set the gaming issue aside for the moment and look thoughtfully at Itadori.
"...Put it on and let us see?"
"Oh, okay."
Itadori answered obediently.
Inside, he couldn't help thinking, ...Megumi Fushiguro, why do you sound like you're saying, "Do a little monkey act for us"?
He took the mask, which had been scrunched into a ball, out of his pocket and unfolded it-premium goods really were different. There wasn't a single crease on it.
He laid the mask over his face and used cursed energy to smooth it outward from the center.