Playing Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Hmm... how should I describe them?

Unique?

Even though they're just seniors, one of them looks like he's already in his thirties. His hair is matted together like he hasn't washed it in ages. He has the face of a yakuza boss that would make a child cry, a thick gold chain the size of a pinky finger around his neck, giving him the distinct impression of a nouveau riche. The muscles bulging from his arms, exposed beneath his black t-shirt, clearly show he's not someone to mess with.

As for the other one...

Is he a man or a woman?

While not as exaggerated as the muscular senior, he looks a bit strange, like a man dressed as a woman.

It wasn't just me sizing them up; they were sizing me up too.

"Hey, hey! Look this way."

Gojo Satoru called out, "I believe you've all gotten a preliminary understanding of each other through that initial exchange. Let's all introduce yourselves! Hiraku-kun first!"

Hearing Teacher Gojo call his name, Natsu Hiraku walked to the podium, took a deep breath, and said with a serious expression, "Hello, my name is Natsu Hiraku. This dog here is Asura, my son. His strength is that he can take a beating, but his weakness is that he's a bit dim-witted. I'm not very talented and don't know much, but I'm proficient in various martial arts and assassination techniques. If I had to summarize myself in one sentence, I'm a ninja!"

"Huh? What the heck?" ×2

The two people in their seats looked at Natsu Hiraku on the podium with astonishment.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and said, "Alright, it's Yuta's turn."

"Okay, Teacher Gojo."

Yuta Okkotsu took a deep breath and walked to the podium. To be honest, this was the first time he was speaking to seniors. Even though one of them looked a bit like a thug, maybe he'd be a great guy?

Uh...

Well, let's not kid ourselves.

"My name is Yuta Okkotsu. Nice to meet you all. I don't know much, but... please take care of me."

After speaking, Yuta Okkotsu walked towards Natsu Hiraku. Gojo Satoru also beckoned to the muscular man and said, "Alright, you come up and introduce yourself. Kento."

"Sure!"

Kento Nanami stretched and slowly stood up. After cracking his neck a few times, he walked to the podium, a confident smile on his face. He picked up the chalk on the desk and wrote his name on the blackboard, saying, "My name is Kento Nanami, a second-year student. I'm your reliable senior! Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."

"Wow! This senior is actually a nice person!"

Yuta Okkotsu shouted inwardly.

"Hey, hey!" Gojo Satoru interjected, "I know you guys will get along well, but we can talk about that later. Ro-ro, come up and introduce yourself!"

"Okay."

Kirara Hoshi slowly stood up. Beneath his feminine appearance, he had a masculine voice.

Just as Natsu Hiraku had guessed, he was a man dressed as a woman. How did he figure it out? Of course, it was from his collarbone. It was easy to tell from that point, though he wasn't entirely sure at the time, as his knowledge was limited and he didn't dare to be overly confident.

However...

People who can be sorcerers all have some kind of psychological flaw. He didn't discriminate against people who were born male but identified as female. Or rather, he only discriminated against those who knew they were weak but didn't try to change.

Kirara Hoshi calmly walked to the podium and smiled slightly at Natsu Hiraku and Yuta Okkotsu, saying, "My name is Kirara Hoshi. I'm Kento's companion. Nice to meet you."

"Kirara Hoshi... senpai?"

Yuta Okkotsu was a little surprised. Just looking at his long black hair and makeup, he thought he was a senpai. He didn't expect him to be a senpai!

But he only muttered inwardly and didn't say it out loud. After all, no matter who others were, one should at least show them respect.

Gojo Satoru interjected, "Good! Since you've all introduced yourselves, let's talk about the exchange event with Kyoto Jujutsu High."

"Next Monday, which is four days from now! We'll depart the day before, so you four need to get along well for these three days."

"Okay, Teacher Gojo!"

The four said in unison.

"Alright, I have something else to do, so I'll be going now!"

As Gojo Satoru left, the four in the classroom stared at each other, seemingly not knowing how to start.

"Ahem."

Natsu Hiraku cleared his throat to get the attention of the other three and said, "Would you two seniors like to grab some drinks together?"

"Yes!"

Kirara Hoshi raised his left hand and said playfully. He didn't seem to care what others thought of him, or perhaps he was already used to it.

"Uh... sure, I'd appreciate it, junior."

Kento Nanami hesitated, but seeing Kirara Hoshi's happy expression, he didn't refuse.

After all, they were considered oddballs by others, and this was the first time they weren't being looked at strangely.

Moreover, Natsu-junior's passionate speech earlier was quite to his liking, though it was only to his liking. If it were the third-year seniors or the higher-ups, they might have scoffed at someone describing themselves as a "ninja."

"It's no trouble at all."

As they left the classroom, Natsu Hiraku continued, "Judging by your physique, Kento-senpai, you must be a close-combat type, right?"

"If there's anything you don't understand about close-quarters combat, feel free to ask me, your senior!"

Kento Nanami said, scratching his head a little sheepishly. "It's embarrassing to admit, but the higher-ups criticized us this year. If it weren't for Teacher Gojo's recommendation, we might not have participated in the exchange event with Kyoto Jujutsu High, hahaha!"

Although he said it was embarrassing, he didn't seem to think he had done anything wrong. Instead, he was quite proud.

Natsu Hiraku had a general idea of this senior's personality: he was carefree!

He dared to do what he wanted and never regretted it. Beneath his fierce exterior was a helpful heart. Perhaps one day he might chase his dreams and leave school. He was someone you could become close with.

"You've been cursed, junior."

Kirara Hoshi was talking to Yuta Okkotsu at the moment. He found this person truly interesting. Despite having so much Cursed Energy, he always spoke to people with a humble demeanor.

"No, I wasn't cursed. I cursed her."

Yuta Okkotsu had realized this during his previous Jujutsu studies and had discussed it with Gojo Satoru. The conclusion they reached was:

He loved her too much. The moment Rika died in front of him, he had cursed her, believing it wasn't real and that Rika was still alive...

"Is that so..."

Kirara Hoshi looked at the ring Yuta Okkotsu clutched in his left hand and realized he had said the wrong thing. His tone became a little subdued as he said, "I misspoke. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's not your fault, senior. I will take this step and resolve Rika's curse."

Yuta Okkotsu unconsciously clenched his fists, then realized he was a little nervous. He took a deep breath to relax. "I'll do my best anyway!"

"Yeah, good luck!"

Kirara Hoshi didn't know how else to encourage this junior with a story, so he could only say "good luck." After all, that's how he encouraged himself.

Asura's mind was completely filled with thoughts of the giant beef bone tonight – it was both gnaw-worthy and delicious.

As everyone walked out of the teaching building, Natsu Hiraku got seven drinks from the vending machine. After handing them out to everyone, he still had three left.

These three drinks were for Maki and the others. It was currently noon, and they should be eating in the cafeteria.

He asked, "Do you want to go to the cafeteria for lunch together?"

"No, thank you." Kento Nanami unscrewed the cap and refused. "I just ate out this morning, so I'm not hungry yet. Kirara and I are going to the training grounds for a while. You can find us there after you eat."

"Okay, see you this afternoon then, Kento-senpai."

"See you this afternoon. I admire you." Kento Nanami patted Natsu Hiraku's shoulder and gave him a thumbs-up.

"In the future, if you encounter any problems, feel free to ask me, your senior, for help. The passion of youth will never fade!"

Natsu Hiraku: "Thank you, Kento-senpai. Take care."

Yuta Okkotsu waved goodbye to Kirara Hoshi as he left. "See you this afternoon, senpai."

Kirara Hoshi didn't say anything, just waved goodbye.

Watching their seniors leave, Yuta Okkotsu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's great. I was worried the seniors would be difficult to talk to, but they're all good people!"

Natsu Hiraku agreed. "Yeah, the seniors are really strong. Yuta, do you have anyone you want to ask for advice this afternoon?"

"Ask for advice?"

Yuta Okkotsu pondered for a moment. "If I were to ask for advice, it would be how to be as bursting with confidence as you, senpai!"

"I see. I'm going to ask about physical techniques."

"I'm so envious of Yuta and Natsu. They'll be able to go to Kyoto Jujutsu High and bring honor to the school soon."

Maki Zenin complained while eating in the cafeteria.

"It's the same next year. It's held once a year anyway," Panda comforted her. "We're going to Kyoto this year, but next year Kyoto might come to Tokyo Metropolitan. Besides, Natsu and Yuta train very hard every day, so there's no need to be envious of this."

"Salmon!"

Toge Inumaki chimed in.

"I know, I know they're improving quickly and training hard, but... I want to go play too! Maybe I can meet Maki and beat her up."

Maki Zenin scratched her head and complained, "Ah! This is so annoying."

"What's bothering you? Let me hear it."

Natsu Hiraku pushed the door open, placed the drinks he was holding on the table, and looked at Maki Zenin expectantly, as if to say, "What's troubling you? Tell me so I can laugh."

Yuta Okkotsu went straight to get food. As he passed Natsu Hiraku, he asked, "Natsu, what are you having for lunch?"

"One extra-large pork cutlet and one egg fried rice, please."

"Okay, I got it."

Natsu Hiraku looked at the dejected Maki Zenin and continued, "Just tell me your troubles. I, as a professional, will help you solve them."

"..."

"N-no... it's nothing."

Maki Zenin couldn't get angry looking at Natsu Hiraku's sincere face. Then she remembered the seniors and seniors Gojo Satoru had brought. She asked, "How are the seniors?"

"They're all good, but there's no senior sister, only senior brothers."

After Natsu Hiraku finished speaking, he sat in an empty seat and took a sip of his cold drink. His words caused Toge Inumaki, who was eating, to choke on his rice.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Panda quickly opened the cold drink Natsuhi had bought and handed it to Toge Inumaki. "Quick, quick, quick, a sip of water will help."

"Not an upperclassman?"

Maki Zenin asked in surprise.

"No, he's a very nice upperclassman," Natsuhi explained. "His name is Kirara Hoshi. Another upperclassman is Kento Nanami; he's cheerful and might get along well with you, Maki!"

"Are you talking about our upperclassmen?"

Yuta Okkotsu walked over with a blue tray, placing fried rice in front of Natsuhi, a super-sized pork cutlet in front of Asura, and then smiling as he patted Asura's head.

"Yeah, one of those two upperclassmen has a really strong presence, so I was a bit curious," Panda said.

"Is that so? Then all I can say is that they're good people."

Yuta Okkotsu smiled slightly and then sat down to eat heartily.

Everyone quickly finished lunch and, after resting in place for a moment, was led by Natsuhi to the training grounds to meet the upperclassmen.

Honestly, after being at Jujutsu High for so long, this was their first time speaking with students from the higher grades, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

At this moment, in the training grounds.

Kento Nanami was swinging his fists bare-chested under the scorching summer sun. He firmly believed that only when his own strength was sufficient could he silence those in power.

What could be more passionate than this? Was there anything more passionate than diligently training and defeating those corrupt higher-ups?

Kirara Hoshi sat in the shade nearby, watching. Due to the special nature of his Cursed Technique, he didn't need to participate in physical training, and he didn't want to build muscle, as it wasn't very aesthetic.