"Let's take him on together... Though I say that, it really is dangerous to let you face a Special Grade Cursed Spirit so casually."
Madara's sudden change of tune made Itadori lose his footing and nearly fall.
"Now you say that?!" Itadori's eyes widened in disbelief. "Madara-senpai, that doesn't match your earlier bravado at all!"
Was Madara-senpai really like this? Just a moment ago, he had that commanding air of "I can handle everything."
And now he was saying "it's dangerous"? Wasn't that a little too sudden a turnabout?
No, Gojo-sensei must have been a bad influence on Madara-senpai! Itadori silently marked another strike against Satoru Gojo.
Madara waved a hand to tell the two not to worry, his expression still calm.
"That said," he continued slowly, his gaze passing over Itadori and Junpei, "it's much better with someone supporting you from the sidelines. I'll support Junpei-"
He paused, turned toward the far end of the corridor, then raised a hand and beckoned.
"As for Itadori, I'll leave him to you, Mr. Nanami~"
No sooner had he spoken than steady footsteps sounded from the other end of the corridor.
Leather shoes struck the floor, rhythmic and clear, neither hurried nor slow.
Then a figure in a suit and tie, his hair meticulously styled in a Three-Seven Part, slowly emerged from the shadows.
Kento Nanami.
He pushed up his glasses with one hand, his eyes calmly surveying the corridor from behind the lenses.
"Oh~ It's Three-Seven Part." Mahito tilted his head, a playful smile appearing on his face. "Is today some special occasion? You keep popping up one after another."
Nanami ignored Mahito's teasing.
He walked over to Itadori and began unbuttoning his suit jacket.
"Although you're a student Satoru taught," Nanami began, his voice calm and devoid of discernible emotion.