“I’ll take care of this one,” Nanami said as he reached out an arm in front of you, halting your preparation to fight the cursed spirit in front of the both of you. “You handle the one over there.” He folded up his umbrella, allowing the rain to fall over him. “If you decide you can’t beat it, please call me.”

You were a student of Tokyo Jujitsu High, one of Gojo’s students, and a competent one. And at Gojo’s behest, you had joined the grade 1 sorcerer temporarily. Still, it felt like he was underestimating you when you’d already proved yourself to others time and time again. But when you mentioned it…

“It’s not a matter of underestimating you or not,” he responded flatly as he unbuttoned his suit coat and loosened his tie, beginning to slowly walk towards the curse. “I am an adult, and you are a child. I have a duty to prioritize your life over my own. You’ve faced many life-or-death situations. But that does not make you an adult.”

He took out his weapon, a blunt sword wrapped in a cloth with a splattered black dot design, the curse beginning to approach him. “Finding more fallen-out hairs on your pillow, watching your favorite stuffed bread disappear from the convenience store… The accumulation of those little despairs…” he stopped and readied his weapon, his gaze firmly on the curse’s slow approach, “is what makes a person an adult.”