Thanks to the combined efforts of the Jujutsu Sorcerers within the Barrier.
The Cursed Spirits that scattered and fled were all exorcised within a few days.
Aside from Suguru Geto's talent center, there were no other wild Cursed Spirits left in the Sendai Barrier.
Evening, at the Sendai Barrier's North Gate camp under the setting sun.
The Jujutsu High group, busy all morning, gathered together for lunch.
"Munch, this sausage tastes good."
Eiji popped another sausage, cut into an octopus shape, into his mouth.
"It really is good."
Mei Mei agreed.
"Huh? Shoko, you don't like this sausage?"
Utahime suddenly noticed that none of the sausages in Shoko's bento box had been touched.
"No."
Shoko Ieiri swallowed the food in her mouth.
"I just want to save the best for last."
Shoko Ieiri said weakly.
"Ah, you do that too? You're the best, Shoko."
If they weren't all holding their bento boxes, Utahime would have definitely rushed to hug her.
"Here, I'll give you my sausage too."
Utahime happily picked up a sausage from her own bento box and placed it into Shoko's.
"Oh, no need, Utahime, I can't eat it all."
"It's fine, Shoko, you've been working hard these past few days. Unlike those guys, they've been slacking off since this morning."
After speaking, Utahime, who had been assisting all morning, glared angrily at Eiji and Satoru Gojo beside her.
Especially Satoru Gojo.
"Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"
Satoru Gojo, sensing Utahime's gaze, looked up.
"Ah, could it be that you've actually fallen for me but are too shy to say it?"
"Kawaii, Utahime-chan."
Satoru Gojo lightly bit his chopsticks, picked up a tissue with his right hand as if it were a handkerchief, and waved it at Utahime, as if a pink aura appeared in the air.
"Hmph!"
Utahime's cheeks puffed out even more.
"Hey~, it's okay, Utahime."
Shoko Ieiri gently patted Utahime's head.
"Don't mind those jerks."
"Waaah, Shoko~"
Utahime, with tears in her eyes, threw herself into Shoko's arms.
Because they had been temporarily staying at the North Gate Jujutsu High camp these past few days, they saw each other often.
Almost every time they met, Utahime would be angered by Satoru Gojo.
Shoko Ieiri was too busy, and would fall asleep as soon as she got back to the tent at night, leaving Utahime to sulk and draw circles in her room.
Only during these brief meal times could Utahime receive Shoko's emotional healing.
However, Utahime, eager for Shoko's comfort, had clearly forgotten about her anger.
Shoko Ieiri was still holding her bento box.
"Ah."
Shoko Ieiri exclaimed, then quickly steadied the bento box with her right hand.
The bento box was stabilized, but a mischievous little octopus took the opportunity to escape from it.
"Ah!"
This time, it was Utahime who cried out.
Hearing Shoko's cry, Utahime looked up and saw the octopus sausage flying out of the bento box.
Oh no, Shoko's favorite octopus sausage.
Utahime realized she had accidentally made a mistake.
With no time to complain about Satoru Gojo, who had angered her, Utahime immediately extended the chopsticks in her right hand.
"Hold it for me!"
Utahime yelled in her mind.
Utahime's chopsticks slanted, catching the edge of the octopus sausage.
The springy, tender octopus sausage caved inward under Utahime's chopsticks, then bounced off them and toward the floor.
"Ah!"
Utahime's eyes widened in shock.
The next moment, she wore the same serious expression she had when stepping onto the battlefield.
A fighting spirit ignited in Utahime's eyes.
She absolutely would not let Shoko lose her favorite octopus sausage.
Utahime's right hand moved to grab the sausage with her chopsticks, while her left hand quickly swooped in to intercept it.
Utahime's sharp eyes precisely tracked the sausage's trajectory.
"Got it!"
Utahime thought as she lunged forward.
Her left hand successfully blocked the sausage's path to the floor.
Her chopsticks quickly darted toward the octopus sausage.
However, Utahime had overlooked one thing.
She was using chopsticks, not her hands.
Normally, chopsticks weren't as flexible as hands and didn't move at her will.
Especially not for her, who was already exhausted from using her Cursed Technique all morning to help the Jujutsu Sorcerers clear out the last remaining Cursed Spirits.
And so...
Her chopsticks precisely grazed the octopus sausage, stabbing toward the soft flesh of Utahime's right palm.
"Eee!" (It hurts!)
Stabbed in the soft flesh of her palm, Utahime instinctively spread her hands upward.
Her hand brushed the octopus sausage, altering its arc toward the floor.
"No!"
Seeing this, Utahime ignored the pain in her palm and lunged toward the floor.
Snap.
The soup-covered octopus sausage slipped smoothly through the gaps in Utahime's fingers.
The only comfort Utahime found was that the sausage wasn't falling onto the floor.
Utahime's left arm stretched out along the ground, her right hand reaching for the sausage, her legs pushing off the ground as she prepared to pounce and catch Shoko's sausage.
The next second, Utahime turned ashen and was petrified in place.
The Six Eyes detected something flying toward him from Utahime's direction, and Satoru Gojo turned in confusion.
Satoru Gojo looked at the flying sausage, then at the slight bit of soup on Utahime's hand.
Huh? It's a sausage? Did Utahime actually fall for me?
He usually received things like teacups, brooms, textbooks, rocks, and bags from Utahime.
This time, something "normal" was flying his way?
Although surprised, Satoru Gojo opened his mouth and caught the octopus sausage.
"Om nom!"
The octopus sausage entered Satoru Gojo's mouth, and he savored it.
"It's okay, could be sweeter though."
Incidentally, Satoru Gojo was eating a special super-sweet rice dish from the Gojo Family, which was definitely loaded with sweetness and sugar.
"Go..."
Utahime's weak voice came through, like a volcano about to erupt.
Unfortunately, Satoru Gojo had the Six Eyes, not six ears, so he didn't detect the wrongness in Utahime's tone.
"What's wrong?"
Satoru Gojo crouched down in front of Utahime and poked her, who was in an "orz" pose.
"Die!"
Tears in her eyes, Utahime pounded on Satoru Gojo's Infinity like spinning wheels.
"Huh? What's this about now?"
Satoru Gojo looked at Shoko Ieiri in confusion.
"Haha, maybe I've just given up on myself,"
Shoko Ieiri silently picked up her own portion of octopus sausage from the bento box.
"Satoru, didn't I tell you not to pick on the weak?"
Suguru Geto, who had just returned from the Talent Development Center, arrived with his bento box.
As expected of you, Geto. Your ability to annoy people is as natural as ever. Looks like we'll have another patient today.
Just as she thought, the next second, Utahime's eyes glowed red, her loosened hair moved without wind, and she lunged at Suguru Geto with a resentment heavier than any female ghost.
"You die too!"
"Hey, you ten-shimu-wu?"
Suguru Geto ate his meal, while Utahime chased him.
He kept looking back while eating, asking Utahime with a slurred voice.
"Aaaah, you all die!"
Utahime got even angrier.
Tears welling up in her eyes, Utahime continuously grabbed clumps of dirt and gravel, throwing them at Suguru Geto.
To avoid getting caught in the crossfire, Eiji sat down next to Shoko Ieiri.
Years later, when they remembered that day's run under the setting sun, it represented their lost youth.
Incidentally, that evening, Shoko treated Utahime in the tent for her muscle soreness from overexertion.
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