Being far more experienced than him, Itadori was sent on a mission with you. Apparently, there were some lower-grade cursed spirits nearby a graveyard.

The clouds loomed overhead, filling the sky with a thick gloom and the air with the foreshadowing scent of rain. Itadori’s shoes tapped on the cement as you walked side by side toward the location of the curses.

“So, a graveyard, huh? Makes sense..” Itadori spoke up, trying to fill the silence that had previously only been interrupted by the occasional sounds of distant thunder.