Utahime was traveling at full speed.
She gripped her communicator tightly, speaking urgently to the person on the other end as she kept moving at high speed.
Though her voice carried obvious anxiety, she remained as organized as a teacher should be.
"Nishimiya, go straight to Shoko for further treatment. Don't stop! Miss Mei is looking after Miwa, so she won't be in danger for now.
What about the others? How is Mechamaru doing? And Kamo? Have you reached him?"
Broken replies came through the communicator, mixed with static and distant explosions.
Clearly, radio signals inside the Curtain were being disrupted, but fortunately, they had not been cut off completely.
Utahime gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.
This Curtain... it sacrificed a lot of other effects to keep Satoru Gojo out.
The interference with internal communications is weak, and its suppression of Cursed Energy sensing is limited... but even so, it's troublesome enough.
And it isn't just Cursed Spirits that have slipped in. There are also...
Just then-
A wave of malice, like a venomous snake crawling up her spine, struck from behind without warning!
Utahime's pupils contracted sharply. Instincts honed through years of fighting made her duck and roll almost without thinking!
The movement flowed seamlessly, swift as a fleeing rabbit.
Slash-!!!
A sharp whistle cut through the air just above her back, severing a few strands of her hair.
Utahime quickly turned as she rolled, fixing the attacker with a piercing gaze.
Then she froze. Her attacker was not a Cursed Spirit.
It was a... human?
He even looked like a kid, with an unhinged smile on his face.
Most striking of all was the "sword" in his hand-no, it could hardly be called a sword.
It had no hilt, only a tightly clenched hand, and the