"Why would you do something like this!"
Maki was the first to lose patience and ask. She held the Special Grade Cursed Tool Playful Cloud, anger and sorrow on her beautiful face.
"What a childish question. It would be stranger if he didn't do this. He is, after all, the rebel who slaughtered his way through the General Directorate."
Kyoto Jujutsu High's elderly principal, Yoshinobu Gakuganji, took out his electric guitar, his dark gaze solemn.
"Panda doesn't know..."
"Salmon..."
"We're going to die, aren't we? We definitely are."
Kusakabe drew the long sword at his waist and sighed.
"You don't have to think about that, Kusakabe."
Kento Nanami reluctantly took out his short blade.
"None of us wants to fight, I'm sure, but we have no choice. It's our duty."
Noritoshi Kamo thought this to himself, his narrowed eyes searching everywhere for Satoru Gojo.
"Stop looking. Satoru Gojo and Itadori are probably still dealing with Sukuna at the other barrier. They won't be back for now."
Tokyo Jujutsu High's principal, Masamichi Yaga, shook his head.
The little girl Momo Nishimiya was also floating in the air.
On the roof of a nearby high-rise, Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori were watching the battle. They weren't combat personnel; coming to the battlefield in person to provide support was already more than enough.
"I don't think they can stop Lu You."
Shoko Ieiri felt a little agitated and wanted a cigarette, but suddenly remembered that she had quit and forced herself to resist.
"Neither do I. They're just buying time. But once Satoru Gojo comes back, everything will be fine.
"That guy may be a bastard, but he's the strongest. There's no question about that."
Utahime Iori silently cursed Satoru Gojo. Why wasn't he hurrying back? At this rate, everyone down there would