Fushiguro folds his arms and looks up at the abandoned building.

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to the school's from before, but substantially weaker and, in a sense, "thinner". It barely affects them, outside, and could well be mistaken for a chill wind or the like.

"Of course it was me, there are three students in your year, including you, and Fushiguro-san has been hanging around Jujutsu High for literal years. I wasn't going to get on a train for four hours just to maybe get accepted."

She retrieves a fan and a little pouch attached to a belt from one of her bags, the latter of which gets clipped around her waist. This done, she retrieves a hair tie and starts tying up her hair.

"Fine, whatever. Curse killing tour of Tokyo it is, then. Is this a 'send the new girl in alone' situation or is this a team bonding exercise?"

"Inori-kun is still recovering from some injuries, so he will be sitting this out today. And I will be available to come and save my precious students if you need it, but! Yes, team bonding exercise."

"Team bonding exercises, my favourite!" says an extra mouth showing up on Itadori's left cheek.

Itadori slaps his own face. "Sorry about him, he does that sometimes."

"Maybe we could tag team the new girl and have some fun, if your dick isn't too limp for that."

He slaps the back of his hand, now, where the new mouth appeared. "Just shut up and stay in, okay?"

No new mouths appear.

“Charming.“ She finishes tying her hair up. “Are you sure you’re in control, there, or that he’s not just biding his time or something?”

“Tokan-kun has been pronounced safe-ish by the strongest sorcerer in the world! Speaking of, you’ll need this, my precious student. Just until you actually learn how to use that cursed energy of yours.”

He offers Itadori some kind of dagger.

More like a meat cleaver. Itadori's sure daggers aren't meant to grow this big. Not that he's complaining.

"Cool," he exclaims when he unholsters it. "Magic, somehow, then?"

“Sort of! It’s a cursed object. Any injuries it inflicts on curses can’t be quickly healed, and it’ll permanently kill them if you land a mortal blow.”

“What, he gets a present and I’m left to fend for myself?” sniffs Hayashi. “Thanks, Sensei.”

“You’re here on a scholarship. If you want your own cursed object to kill things with, use that stipend we give you for it!” he replies, cheerfully. “Besides, he doesn’t get to keep it, it’s on loan.”

"Bet I'll learn how to do a magic punch of some kind. Punching is kind of my thing."

"If you want to run up and personally punch each and every curse you fight to death, you go right ahead." She tilts her head towards the abandoned building, spinning her fan through her fingers. It looks more sharp, sturdy, and metallic than fans usually come. "Ready to go?"

"I shall defer to your expertise." He sheathes the enormous dagger and bows to Gojō and Fushiguro.

"Don't die," Fushiguro drawls.

She gives a polite bow to her peer and Sensei, then turns to lead Itadori off to the abandoned building.

"So, we'll start from the bottom and go up, and fan out a bit to prevent any from slipping past us. Some of them go through walls, and a few might be smart enough to try to run. We should stay in each other's sight, though, preferably in easy running distance if one of us gets ambushed by a clever one."

Hayashi seems to be more than a little in her element, and has an air of self-assured efficiency to her.

Oh. Okay.

Kinda hot, too.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, in English, saluting. He throws his sheathed cutlass up and grabs it by the handle easily. Is he trying to show his manual dexterity off? Maybe. Not like he has a lot of other things to show off.

She seems far too mission-oriented to notice, or be impressed, unfortunately.

Outside, their Sensei finds a comfortable place to lounge.

"I was half expecting you to demand to join them," he observes, to Fushiguro.

"And then you would say I am still recovering and also that you want to field test the two of them."

"I already said you were still recovering, actually, I just would have repeated myself more strongly. Otherwise, yes, exactly right! You're too adaptable for a proper field test of either of them. And she's the one I'm curious about."