On the outskirts of Saitama City.
This was an abandoned industrial site, without a single home in sight for several kilometers around.
Satoru Gojo sat on a relatively flat concrete block.
With one leg drawn up and an elbow resting on his knee, he leisurely bit into a dorayaki.
"Mmm~"
"Delicious."
"Just what I'd expect from a Doraemon collaboration. Doraemon never lets me down!"
He narrowed his eyes, his cheeks bulging as he chewed.
The black blindfold across the bridge of his nose covered most of his face, but there was no hiding the utterly satisfied curve of his lips.
Megumi Fushiguro stood two steps away from him.
His expression plainly spelled out one word.
Impatient!
"Mr. Gojo."
"Hmm?"
"What exactly did you call me here for?"
There was a trace of irritation in Megumi Fushiguro's voice.
Satoru Gojo did not answer immediately.
He unhurriedly stuffed the dorayaki in his hand into his mouth.
He brushed the crumbs off his fingers, then tilted his head back as though pondering some serious question.
Watching his look of I'm thinking about it seriously, Megumi Fushiguro felt a vein twitch at his temple.
"Don't tell me..."
"You really want me to summon that guy?"
Satoru Gojo finally swallowed the last little piece of dorayaki, tilted his head, and widened his smile a little more.
"Yep!"
"That's right."
The corner of Megumi Fushiguro's mouth twitched.
"You do know people will die if I summon that guy, right?"
"People?"
Satoru Gojo looked around and spread his arms.
"Where?"
"I specifically found this deserted spot so you could summon that guy."
"There aren't any people here, right?"
"Megumi."
Megumi Fushiguro fell silent for three seconds.
Then he spoke quietly, his voice sounding as though it had been forced through clenched teeth.
"Aren't you and I people?"