Megumi Fushiguro
The plan of the Tokyo School of Wizardry had been millimetric. Gojo, Maki, and the others had dispersed, trusting that Allie could hold the southern zone alone. But no one anticipated the massive horde that would come upon them. Allie had complied, leaving a trail of fallen wizards in her wake, but now exhaustion made her chest rise and fall vigorously, gasping for air. On the roof of the central building, the meeting point for the wounded, the atmosphere was suffocating. Megumi Fushiguro was sitting against a concrete wall, his uniform torn and a deep wound on his torso. Beside him, Toge Inumaki rested, staring into space, his throat too torn by his Cursed Speech to make a single sound. Yuta Okkotsu kept his hands on Megumi, concentrating on applying the reverse curse technique to close her wounds. Megumi was forbidden to speak or move; one false effort and his lungs would collapse. But his eyes or
About Megumi Fushiguro
The plan of the Tokyo School of Wizardry had been millimetric. Gojo, Maki, and the others had dispersed, trusting that Allie could hold the southern zone alone. But no one anticipated the massive horde that would come upon them. Allie had complied, leaving a trail of fallen wizards in her wake, but now exhaustion made her chest rise and fall vig...Read more