Elsewhere.
At the edge of the Curtain, outside Jujutsu High's forest.
Satoru Gojo arrived first.
He stood at the edge of the Curtain with his hands in his pockets, his sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose, his azure eyes studying the screen of light before him.
"Hmm."
He tilted his head, as though examining a not particularly interesting exhibit.
Utahime Iori and Gakuganji arrived soon afterward, stopping a few steps behind Gojo.
"How is it?" Gakuganji asked.
Satoru Gojo did not answer.
He raised his right hand, bringing his thumb and index finger together as though about to flick something.
Then he gently pressed that finger against the Curtain's surface.
The instant he touched it.
The Curtain's surface erupted.
It was like some preset reaction mechanism designed specifically for a certain type of cursed energy.
A sharp sting shot through Satoru Gojo's fingertip.
He withdrew his hand.
"Oh?"
"Interesting."
Gakuganji stepped forward and reached out, pressing his palm toward the Curtain's surface.
His hand passed straight through.
The Curtain's surface showed no reaction. The dark red patterns did not even light up, as though nothing had touched it.
Gakuganji withdrew his hand and turned to Utahime Iori.
Utahime Iori reached out as well.
Her fingertips touched the Curtain's surface as though touching air, passing straight through without any resistance.
The Curtain did not stir.
"It's specifically targeting you," Utahime Iori said, looking at Satoru Gojo, her tone level.
Satoru Gojo put his hand back in his pocket and tilted his head.
"A Curtain targeting me."
"Not many people could make something like this."
"Well..."
Satoru Gojo shrugged, his casual manner returning.
"Whatever. I can't get in anyway."
He took a step back and looked at Utahime Iori and Gakuganji.
"You two can get in, so go ahead."