A few days later.
In the lounge at Jujutsu High, the television was on.
On the news, a presenter stood before a cleared stretch of ruins, reading solemnly from a script.
The camera slowly panned across torn-up asphalt and the half-collapsed outer walls of buildings.
And the stones and rubble scattered throughout the streets.
"Regarding the series of meteorite impacts in urban Kyoto and Tokyo this month, the relevant government departments have established a special investigative team."
"Experts have stated that this meteor activity may be related to an anomalous gravitational disturbance in the near-Earth asteroid belt..."
The screen switched to a diagram.
On a satellite image marking the impact sites, dense clusters of red dots covered multiple areas of Kyoto and Tokyo.
"Cleanup operations in the affected areas are currently proceeding in an orderly manner."
"At this morning's press conference, the Chief Cabinet Secretary stated that the disaster had not resulted in mass casualties."
"This was thanks to the limited movement of people in the early hours, as well as emergency evacuation measures in certain areas."
"He also urged the public to remain calm and not believe unfounded rumors circulating online."
"Further findings from the investigation into this incident will be announced at a subsequent press conference..."
Satoru Gojo sat on the sofa, his legs propped on the coffee table in front of him and a lollipop in his mouth.
He tilted his head as he watched the television, then gave a muffled, amused sound after listening to the report.
"Meteorites."
"Not a bad excuse."
He turned to look at Wangchuan, who sat on another sofa.
"But..."
"Wangchuan."
"That entrance of yours..."
He tilted his head, his gaze settling on Wangchuan through his sunglasses.
"Dropping out of the sky on a meteorite."
"Then splitting off a bunch of little