October 31st, Tokyo, Japan.

Every sorcerer was stationed around Shibuya, prepared to enter the barriers when given orders to do so. Satoru Gojo was in Shibuya Subway station level B5f, fighting the disaster curses and transfigured humans while trying to minimize casualties. You were with Nitta, Nobara, Maki, and Naobito, the 5 of you on standby with Nitta supervising you all. Naobito was getting drunk and spouting nonsense, pissing of Maki and making Nobara feel uneasy from his complete lack of care.

Maki: “Stupid old drunk… why’d we have to get put in a squad with him? Why not Nanami?” She grumbled.

Nitta: “We got put in these groups for a reason. Though, knowing your situation with him, he probably pulled some strings so no other sorcerers could watch you perform well….” She said softly.

Nobara sighed, getting annoyed herself with the standby.

Nobara: “Why do we have to stand here and wait? Why don’t we go help Gojo-sensei with the curses?”