Playing Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Although Toge Inumaki didn't need to train his body according to logic, he did so because of Maki, so he still had the necessary muscles.

Panda had truly given up, after all, his ceiling was set the moment he was born, sealed off.

"Good afternoon, Kashiwagi-senpai!"

Natsu Hiraku's voice reached Kento Nanami's ears. He stopped swinging his fist and waved, shouting, "Good afternoon."

Kirara Hoshi glanced at the approaching person and gave a faint smile.

He usually didn't smile at outsiders, not even the senior students. To him, Kashiwagi was a true confidant, but fortunately, the juniors this year were all sensible and quite likable.

Maki Zenin looked at the sweat on Kento Nanami's body and felt the urge to spar with him. After all, there was no other way; she really craved fighting strong opponents. The people around her were too weak, not enough to fight.

Kento Nanami also saw the fighting spirit in the junior's eyes at a glance. After all, unique individuals always attracted each other; that was undeniable. He also had the desire to fight strong opponents... no, he always did!

"Hey, junior, want to come spar for a bit?"

"Hee!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Maki Zenin's lips. She took off the black backpack from her shoulder, unzipped it, and took out a brown three-section staff. "Of course!"

"Maki, are you really going to fight? He's a senior!"

Only Yuta was still worried. The smart ones had already found a shady spot to spectate.

Panda shouted, "Yuta, Maki will get an itch if she doesn't fight. Hurry up and come watch the show!"

Toge Inumaki agreed, "Salmon, Bonito Flakes."

"Asura, go to our fridge and get the frozen watermelon. You have one minute to get here, or we're training again tonight."

Natsu Hiraku, the big brain, was even more impressive, already using his Sharingan to spectate, with iced watermelon.

Eating ice cream in the sweltering summer was quite boring. Only by gnawing on watermelon could he feel alive, even though autumn was approaching...

Asura looked at his master, who only knew how to order him around, with disdain. He used training as an excuse to make Asura carry groceries, and then lay on him to look at the sky whenever he pleased.

But he had no choice but to get it, otherwise, there would be no escaping training. He had to go.

"..."

Is this really okay for you guys...

Yuta Okkotsu looked speechlessly at everyone already sitting in the shade to watch the show. He glanced at Maki again, said "Good luck," and left.

"..."

Maki Zenin's heart was filled with mixed emotions. She loved and hated these troublesome friends, especially Natsu Hiraku, the overachiever, who was already opening his eyes to copy martial arts at this moment...

Even though it was already her normal state, she was still a bit annoyed.

Meanwhile, Natsu Hiraku's heart was shouting, "Fight! Fight! If you don't fight, how can I get stronger!"

Honestly, this was the first time he had seen a Grade 1 Sorcerer in action, especially fighting Maki. Anyway, he couldn't beat Maki himself; she beat him like cutting vegetables.

His martial arts were completely suppressed, his Sharingan couldn't evolve for a long time, and Maki had figured him out completely. He suspected Maki was deliberately holding back even when he could form hand seals, just to see him spit fire.

To be honest, his group abilities were worse than Toge Inumaki's, his close-combat duels couldn't beat Maki Zenin, his Cursed Energy wasn't as much as Yuta Okkotsu's, and his durability wasn't as good as Panda's.

Although he wanted to develop comprehensively, it seemed he was still at the starting point...

In other words: a sorcerer who was still guarding the gate.

"These juniors and seniors are truly united and loving."

Kirara Hoshi looked at the people beside him. Honestly, he envied their friendship, but only a little...

In the arena.

Maki Zenin stood before Kento Nanami, holding her three-section staff, her face beaming with confident joy. "My name is Maki Zenin."

"Zenin?"

Upon hearing the surname, Kento Nanami unconsciously associated it with the Zenin family and asked, "The Zenin from the Three Great Families?"

Japan's three great sorcerer families were the Gojo Family, the Kamo Family, and the Zenin Family. The Gojo Family was at the head of the three great families, with Gojo Satoru, known as the strongest, being their most representative figure.

Although the other two families were not as prosperous as the Gojo Family, as one of the Three Great Families, they were naturally not weak. It was a surname that carried a lot of pressure for ordinary sorcerers.

Of course, this was only for ordinary sorcerers. Kento Nanami was just asking out of curiosity; these things wouldn't affect the intensity of his actions later.

"Of course." Maki Zenin got into her stance. "I am the future head of the Zenin Family. Since you've asked, shall we begin?"

"Interesting!"

Kento Nanami didn't care if she was the future head of the Zenin Family. His passion was ignited, and it would be a shame not to go all out. He slowly clenched his fist and said, "Let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward with a powerful stride and threw a punch at Maki Zenin.

"Crack—"

The sound of chains clashing echoed. Knowing that her strength might not match his due to their significant size difference, Maki didn't confront him head-on. She wrapped her three-section staff around Kento Nanami's attacking right arm and kicked towards his lower abdomen.

"Damn! This junior is playing dirty!"

Kento Nanami looked down at the incoming right leg and was greatly alarmed. He tucked his knees inward.

"Slap—"

A heavy, solid voice echoed in the ears of the onlookers.

Yuta Okkotsu twitched his eyebrows and said, "I've never seen Maki use this move before..."

Panda explained, "That's because your close-quarters combat is too weak, Maki can't use it. It won't be long before she can use it on you, after all, he's so diligent."

Toge Inumaki chimed in, "Salmon."

"No... I don't think I'm worthy of this move being used on me."

Natsu Hiraku's voice trembled as he spoke. Although he wasn't kicked, what if this move had landed?

Sigh... I seem to know this move too, but Maki is a woman and hasn't had a chance to use it. You could say it's an academic counter. As for using it on Yuta... if he were to become infertile, I'd probably be dead on the spot.

This kind of extreme one-for-a-hundred-million exchange doesn't seem worth it at all.

Kento Nanami wasn't actually ambushed, but he was still shaken. Looking at Maki Zenin's smile, he knew that his junior had underestimated him.

"Heh, this is really something."

Blue Cursed Energy instantly enveloped his entire body. Sensing the surge of power within him, he kindly reminded her, "My next punch might hurt a bit."

"No matter! After all, I believe I can take a hit."

Maki Zenin wasn't boasting. Because of her "Heavenly Restriction," her Cursed Energy was extremely scarce, no different from an ordinary person. However, unlike ordinary people, she exchanged her innate Cursed Energy for physical strength.

Ordinary people have a low Cursed Energy limit from the start. Because their parents had scarce Cursed Energy and couldn't use Cursed Techniques, the child's foundation wouldn't be very high, but they might have a chance to become a Sorcerer.

The so-called "Heavenly Restriction" is a binding vow imposed from birth, sacrificing certain innate conditions in exchange for powerful strength in a specific area.

In terms of durability, she was tougher than Panda to some extent!

Feeling her right hand, which was locked by the three-section staff, being forcefully pulled away, Maki Zenin decided to go head-to-head with him today. The muscles in her arms bulged, directly locking it in place.

Her right foot was firmly held by his knees, leaving only her left foot and toes able to move. But that was enough!

Her left foot kicked out fiercely towards his waist.

The moment she leaped, Kento Nanami released his legs and, with veins bulging in his right arm, flung Maki Zenin away. He glanced up in the direction of his junior, then exerted force with his legs to pursue her.

He shouted, "Passion... is burning! Hahaha!"

"Tch, as expected of a senior, that strength is incredible."

As soon as Maki Zenin landed and stabilized herself, she saw her senior charging at her. His fist, as big as a sandbag, was aimed at her. In an instant, she threw a few punches. Though they were chaotic, they were easily dodged, but the wind pressure from the punches had a grinding sensation.

It felt like being scraped by sandpaper, and this was just a near miss, not even a direct hit.

If she had been hit, what would have happened!?

"Maki's dodging, that's rare."

Panda watched Maki Zenin retreating and circling in the arena, somewhat surprised. After all, with Maki's strength, eliminating a Grade 2 Cursed Spirit wouldn't be difficult. However, due to some special circumstances, she was stuck at Grade 4 Sorcerer.

"It's normal."

Kirara Hoshi reminded him, "Kogane's punches hurt a lot when they hit someone. If I had to describe the feeling, it's like being hit by a baseball bat wrapped in sandpaper. That junior probably realized this and didn't dare to take the hit head-on."

"Normal my ass, it's even more absurd to calmly describe the feelings of the person involved."

Everyone shouted in their hearts.

Natsu Hiraku glanced at Kirara Hoshi and muttered inwardly, What's the relationship between these two seniors? Gay? Hiss... Never mind, it's not something I should get involved in.

The situation in the arena became clear. Although Maki Zenin counterattacked a few times, it was of no consequence to Kento Nanami, who had entered an excited state.

On the contrary, the punches he threw were something Maki Zenin dared not take head-on. The three-section staff was something she used for regular training, not a Cursed Tool, so it wasn't as sturdy as a Cursed Tool. After a few collisions with Kento Nanami's fists, it began to crack.

This gave Maki Zenin a real headache, but she also knew that if she dragged it out any longer, she would lose.

Looking at the cracked three-section staff in the middle, Maki Zenin decided to go all out. She broke it in half, gripped the broken ends with both hands, took a deep breath, and launched her final assault on Kento Nanami.

The nunchaku came alive in Maki Zenin's hands, like a swimming dragon, agile and swift. The whistling sound of air being cut echoed in her ears.

If I can't win with this move, then it must be the weapon's fault!

Maki Zenin shouted in her heart, her arms moving rapidly to continuously accelerate the nunchaku, swinging them towards Kento Nanami's shoulders and waist.

As a senior, Kento Nanami had his pride. How could he dodge? He shouted the word "Passion" and extended his arms, preparing to receive his junior's full-power attack.

"Crack! Snap--"

The two nunchaku swung solidly, but unfortunately, they weren't sturdy enough and snapped directly.

Seeing this, Maki Zenin knew she had lost. She threw the nunchaku in her hands to the ground, exhaled a thick breath, and said:

"I lost."

"Kogane is very happy."

Looking at Maki Zenin, who had conceded, Kirara Hoshi asked the juniors beside him, "Kogane's passion hasn't subsided yet. Who wants to go up and experience it?"

"..."

After hearing Kirara Hoshi's description of the feeling of being hit earlier, Natsu Hiraku and Yuta Okkotsu immediately shut their mouths, abandoning the idea of asking to practice their physical techniques.

Joking aside, if their big sister Maki lost, were they going to be cannon fodder?

It would be fine if they were just cannon fodder, but wouldn't getting hit like that be agonizing?

"Woof woof woof! (Master, wasn't I fast?)"

At that moment, Asura arrived carrying a chilled watermelon and placed it in front of Natsuhi Hiraku. He wagged his tail, seemingly awaiting praise.

"..."

Natsuhi Hiraku glanced at the finished match in the arena and his dog's excited expression. He didn't want to discourage him. He patted Asura's head and praised, "Asura, you're so fast."

Children often show happy expressions when their parents praise them, and Asura was no different. A normal family head would pick up their child, but Natsuhi Hiraku couldn't...

Looking at the lively Asura, Natsuhi Hiraku picked up the watermelon from the ground and asked, "Does anyone want some watermelon? It's chilled."

"I do!"

"Salmon!"

"Panda wants some too!"

Kirara Hoshi looked at the watermelon in Natsuhi Hiraku's hand, still moist with saliva, and muttered inwardly, Can you guys really eat that?

"Hahaha, watermelon? Count me in."

That hearty voice belonged to Kento Nanami, no need to even look. He was covered in sweat after the fight, his pants completely soaked.

"I want some too. Although losing is a bit regrettable, it was fulfilling."

Maki Zenin pulled at her collar, her face flushed. She hadn't felt it during the fight, but now that it was over, she realized how hot it was.

"..."

Kirara Hoshi was speechless. Seeing so many people wanting some and himself being the only one left, he stood up and said, "I want some too."