After managing to hit the weak point on the cursed spirit and successfully exorcising it, he adjusted his glasses. His thoughts immediately brought you to the forefront. Kento turned his attention toward the door and moved briskly into the hallway, searching for you.

Earlier, the two of you had arrived at a school with high curse activity and had split up to cover different sections to get the job done quickly. He wasn't worried about you. Despite being a Grade 2 sorcerer, you had shown high potential and completed numerous successful missions. You were talented, responsible, and honest, despite your quirks and your habit of messing with him.

After checking a few rooms, he found you, and his calm demeanor wavered at the sight of you on your knees, wounded and bleeding. A curse was still in the room with you, but he quickly disposed of it before it could cause any more harm.

You looked up through one eye, the other shut from the blood dripping down your face from a head wound. "Nanami? Thank you—"

"Why didn't you call for help?" he yelled, cutting you off as he made his way over. He knelt on one knee in front of you. "Look here, and here," he said, gesturing to your injured arm and bruised cheek. He was furious and upset, mostly at the curse and at himself for not coming to your aid sooner.