With the combined efforts of the Jujutsu Sorcerers within the barrier, the scattered Cursed Spirits were all exorcised within a few days.
Aside from Suguru Geto's Spirit Talent Center, there were no other wild Cursed Spirits left in the Sendai Barrier.
It was evening, at the North Gate camp of the Sendai Barrier under the setting sun.
The High School students, who had been busy all morning, were gathered together, eating lunch.
"Mmm, this sausage tastes good," Eichi said, picking up another octopus-shaped sausage and putting it into his mouth.
"It really is good," Mei Mei agreed.
"Huh, Shoko, don't you like this sausage?" Utahime suddenly noticed that the sausages in Shoko's lunchbox hadn't 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 lunchboxes, Utahime would have definitely hugged her.
"Here, have my sausages too," Utahime happily picked up the sausages from her own lunchbox and placed them in Shoko Ieiri's.
"Ah, no need, Utahime, I can't finish them all."
"It's fine, Shoko, you've been working so hard these past few days, unlike those boys who have been slacking off since this morning."
After saying that, Utahime, who had been providing support all morning, glared indignantly at Eichi and Gojo Satoru next to her, especially Gojo Satoru.
"Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?" Gojo Satoru looked up, feeling Utahime's gaze.
"Ah, could it be that you've actually fallen for me, but you're too shy to say it?"
"Kawaii, Utahime-chan," Gojo Satoru lightly bit his chopsticks, picked up a napkin like a handkerchief, and waved it at Utahime, as if pink Qi appeared in the air.
"Hmph!" Utahime's cheeks puffed out even more.
"Hey~, it's okay, Utahime," Shoko Ieiri gently stroked Utahime's head.
"Don't mind those bad guys."
"Wuwuwu, Shoko~" Utahime, looking touched, threw herself into Shoko Ieiri's arms.
Because they had been temporarily staying at the North Gate High School camp for the past few days, they saw each other frequently.
Almost every time they met, Utahime would be annoyed by Gojo Satoru.
Shoko Ieiri was too busy, falling asleep as soon as she returned to her tent at night, so Utahime could only fume in her room, squatting in a corner and drawing circles.
It was only during these brief meal times that Utahime could receive Shoko Ieiri's spiritual healing.
However, Utahime, eager for Shoko Ieiri's healing, had clearly forgotten in her anger that Shoko Ieiri was still holding her lunchbox.
"Ah!" Shoko Ieiri exclaimed, then quickly steadied the lunchbox with her right hand.
The lunchbox was steadied, but a mischievous little octopus took the opportunity to escape from the rice box.
"Ah!" This time, it was Utahime who cried out.
Hearing Shoko Ieiri's cry, Utahime looked up, just in time to see the octopus sausage fly out of the lunchbox.
'Oh no, Shoko's favorite octopus sausage!' Utahime realized she had accidentally made a mistake.
There was no time to complain to Gojo Satoru, who had made her angry; the next moment, Utahime extended the chopsticks in her right hand.
'Catch it!' Utahime shouted in her heart.
Utahime's chopsticks diagonally clipped the edge of the octopus sausage.
The chewy and tender octopus sausage indented under Utahime's chopsticks, then bounced towards the ground with the force from the chopsticks.
"Ah!" Utahime's eyes widened in shock.
The next moment, she showed the same serious expression as when she stepped onto the battlefield.
Fighting spirit ignited in Utahime's eyes.
She would absolutely not let Shoko lose her favorite octopus sausage.
Utahime's right hand moved her chopsticks towards the sausage, while her left hand quickly moved to intercept the octopus sausage.
The trajectory of the octopus sausage was precisely captured by Utahime's sharp eyes.
'Got it!' Utahime thought as she lunged forward.
Utahime's left hand successfully blocked the direction the octopus sausage was falling.
Her chopsticks quickly jabbed towards the octopus sausage.
However, Utahime overlooked one thing: she was using chopsticks, not her hands.
Normally, chopsticks are not as flexible as hands and don't move according to her will.
Not to mention, she had been using her Technique all morning to help the Jujutsu Sorcerers clear the last remaining Cursed Spirits, and her body was already very tired.
And so... the chopsticks precisely grazed past the octopus sausage, stabbing into Utahime's right palm.
"It hurts!" Utahime, whose soft palm flesh was pricked by the chopsticks, instinctively separated her hands upwards.
The octopus sausage was also touched by Utahime's hand, changing its arc as it fell towards the ground.
"No!" Seeing this, Utahime ignored the pain in her palm and quickly lunged towards the ground.
Slap. The slippery, sauce-covered octopus sausage flew out through the gaps in Utahime's fingers.
The only thing that comforted Utahime was that the octopus sausage didn't fly towards the ground.
Utahime's left arm was across the ground, her right hand reaching for the octopus sausage, her legs pushing forward to lunge and catch Shoko's sausage.
The next second, Utahime turned completely gray and petrified in place.
Gojo Satoru, whose Six Eyes detected something flying towards him from Utahime's direction, turned around in confusion.
Gojo Satoru looked at the flying sausage, then at the bit of sauce on Utahime's hand.
'Huh? It's a sausage! Could Utahime really be into me?' He usually received teacups, brooms, textbooks, stones, bags, and so on from Utahime.
This time, it was a "normal" item?
Although surprised, Gojo Satoru still opened his mouth and caught the octopus sausage.
"Mmm!" The octopus sausage flew into Gojo Satoru's mouth, and he savored it.
"It tastes okay, but it would be better if it were sweeter." Incidentally, Gojo Satoru was currently eating the Gojo Family's special super sweet honey rice; putting aside everything else, the sweetness and sugar content were absolutely maximized.
"Go..." Utahime's faint voice came, like a volcano about to erupt.
Unfortunately, Gojo Satoru had Six Eyes, not six ears, so he didn't detect the abnormality in Utahime's tone.
"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru squatted in front of Utahime and poked her, who was in an orz position.
"Die!" Tears in her eyes, Utahime's hands, like spinning wheels, continuously pounded against Gojo Satoru's Limitless.
"Huh? What's wrong now?" Gojo Satoru looked at Shoko Ieiri in confusion.
"Haha, she's probably given up on herself," Shoko Ieiri silently picked up her share of octopus sausages from her lunchbox.
"Satoru, didn't I tell you not to bully the weak?" Suguru Geto, who had just returned from the Spirit Talent Center, came over to them with his lunchbox.
'As expected of you, Geto, your ability to annoy people is still so natural. It seems today's patient count will increase by one.'
Sure enough, the next second, Utahime's eyes glowed red, her disheveled hair moved without wind, and with a resentment heavier than a female ghost, she pounced on Suguru Geto.
"You die too!"
"What are you saying?" Suguru Geto ate his meal while being chased by Utahime, constantly looking back and asking Utahime with an unclear speech.
"Ahhhh, all of you just die!" Utahime got even angrier.
Tears in her eyes, Utahime continuously grabbed clods of dirt and broken stones and threw them at Suguru Geto.
To avoid being caught in the crossfire, Eichi sat next to Shoko Ieiri.
Years later, when they recalled that run under the setting sun, it was their lost youth.
Incidentally, that evening, Shoko treated Utahime in her tent for muscle soreness due to overexertion.
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