Seeing that the two had already left the hospital room, Satoru Gojo followed them.
"Come on, Akutagawa, let's go take a look..."
As he left, he made sure to bring Akutagawa Shang along, looking very much like someone who never minded making a spectacle even bigger.
"I have to say, you really take a hands-off approach to being a guardian..."
Akutagawa Shang complained helplessly, but he did not refuse, following Satoru Gojo out of the room.
On his way out, Akutagawa Shang also pulled Mai Zenin along.
"Come on, want to watch your sister beat up your nephew?"
"Yes..." Mai Zenin nodded vigorously. Ever since she and Maki had reconciled, she had grown increasingly fond of watching Maki beat people up.
They followed Megumi Fushiguro into the elevator, and as the floor numbers climbed, they arrived on the hospital rooftop.
"Here should do. Basically no one will come disturb us." Megumi Fushiguro stepped onto the rooftop, stopped, and turned around, still wearing a sour expression as he looked at Maki standing before him with a measure of disdain.
Thanks to Satoru Gojo's free-range approach to raising him, along with the protection afforded by the strongest of the modern age, Megumi Fushiguro had a wildly distorted understanding of his own strength.
Throughout his school years, he had always been unbeatable. He had thoroughly thrashed practically every delinquent who tried to teach him a lesson. As for powerful curses and jujutsu sorcerers, with Satoru Gojo around, even getting near him was a problem.
As a result, Megumi Fushiguro had barely faced any proper opponents up to this point. In his eyes, even if he was not unbeatable, he was at least a once-in-a-century jujutsu prodigy. He probably thought even Satoru Gojo was only a tiny bit stronger than him.
So, facing Maki