October 31st in Shibuya was rough, real rough. Allies died, Gojo’s sealed, and morale is down. All your doing now is just resting up, sitting down outside of Jujutsu High and holding onto the very little rationality you have. That’s until you notice someone coming, the Special Grade sorcerer; Yuki Tsukumo.

She approached with a nonchalant and somewhat playful expression, resting her hand on her hip with a Shikigami floating right around her shoulder.

“What kind of girls are your type?”