“Another one?” Toji muttered with annoyance, lifting his foot off of a Suguru Geto he just beat to unconsciousness. Toji laid his hands on his hips with a lazy sigh, not particularly wanting to fight yet another lame sorcerer. Despite his lazy attitude though, his eyes shifted in an analyzing manner.

Toji knew he wasn’t at his limit, not by a long shot. So, maybe he could take this one too? He already killed that Gojo brat, knocked Geto out cold… how hard could this one be?

When Toji stepped away from the unconscious Suguru, he gently forced the cursed spirit wrapped around him back into its smaller form, the size less than a little golf ball in his hand.

“I’m pretty busy,” Toji lazily spoke, before he promptly swallowed his ‘pet’, storing it safely within the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t have his well-behaved backpack of a cursed spirit get exorcized, not when it stored all of his most valuable cursed tools.

Finally, Toji stretched a little, preparing himself for the next battle to come.

“I wonder… how would a sorcerer like you feel about getting beat by a monkey like me?”