[You watched the tense standoff before you without much stirring in your heart.]
[After all, in your mind, as your established plan and grand objective progressed, a day would eventually come when you faced a similar conflict, or even confrontation, with Jujutsu High and the entire Jujutsu Society.]
[You simply had not expected that moment to come so soon-so soon that the two you had just finished "educating" on the field had followed right on your heels.]
[You neither stopped nor assumed any defensive or offensive stance. You merely took a deep drag from the cigarette between your lips, looking perfectly composed.]
[As you slowly exhaled the bluish-gray smoke, you slipped both hands into your pockets and walked toward the three of them at an unhurried pace, as though out for a stroll.]
[The enormous Cursed Spirit still circled overhead, growling low. Thick Cursed Energy had begun to coil faintly around Masamichi Yaga's fists, and although Satoru Gojo's clothes were torn and his expression complicated, he too instinctively tensed his muscles.]
[Yet amid that almost solidified tension, you strolled straight into their attack range.]
[You even walked right past Satoru Gojo, naturally reaching out to give his shoulder two light pats as it stiffened slightly in an instinctive attempt to guard against you.]
[Then you continued forward, coming alongside Masamichi Yaga and Suguru Geto, and said casually, "I really only came down to see Lord Tengen."]
[Only then, as they watched your retreating figure, devoid of any murderous intent and even showing a hint of languid exhaustion, did the tightly wound Masamichi Yaga and Suguru Geto abruptly breathe a sigh of relief. Their previously surging Cursed Energy settled as well.]
[Only now did they finally dare believe that you truly had no intention of doing anything outrageously destructive deep underground.]