Playing Ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

"It's fine, it's fine."

Gojo Satoru walked out calmly, completely unharmed, not even a speck of dust on his black clothes. He turned and looked at the destroyed classroom, musing, "Should I just destroy this whole area and build new houses?"

Natsu Hiraku felt a sudden urge to volunteer. Just as he was about to recommend himself, Gojo Satoru turned to face him and said:

"Never mind, never mind. Building new houses is too expensive. It's better to travel more and bring back some local specialties."

"..."

Natsu Hiraku's excited hands retracted. He asked, "Teacher Gojo, can I learn this?"

"You can. I've explained the theory. Try multiplying the cursed spirits of the same energy. In other words, negative times negative equals positive, so the final result is still one, not negative one plus negative one equals negative two. This isn't particularly difficult for you right now. You might even get it all at once, just like Shoko."

"Negative one times negative one equals one..."

Natsu Hiraku took a deep breath and muttered internally, then slowly closed his eyes. He divided his cursed energy into two equal parts and tried to multiply them according to the theory.

Although it sounded simple, like something anyone could do, he became confused when he actually started. Cursed energy was a unit of calculation. Theoretically, if two were placed together, it would be two.

But from another perspective, it suddenly made sense. It was about making these two combine into something completely opposite. After all, negative times negative equals positive. As long as it could change, it was positive!

Trying this wild guess, Natsu Hiraku began to act, forcefully compressing the two streams of cursed energy he had separated into one!

It doesn't matter if I don't understand, as long as I'm crazy enough, I can always try to succeed!

One minute passed. Under Natsu Hiraku's strenuous compression, the two masses of cursed energy became one compressed mass of cursed energy...

"..."

Natsu Hiraku fell into thought, staring blankly at the extra compressed cursed energy within him, feeling lost. He didn't seem to have grasped the key point.

Seeing Natsu Hiraku's helplessness, Gojo Satoru chuckled and said, "That's the theory, and that's the best I can explain it. Think about it slowly. I'm leaving now, or Principal Yaga will scold me again."

Natsu Hiraku watched Gojo Satoru leave, then looked down at his abdomen. Finally, his gaze landed on the ruins nearby. He scratched his cheek with his left hand, kicked the wooden board by his leg, and left whistling with his hands clasped behind his head.

If Principal Yaga got angry later, he'd just blame Teacher Gojo. No matter what, it wouldn't be his fault.

Passing by the training grounds, Yuta Okkotsu, Panda, and the upperclassmen had all woken up and were expending their youth and passion on the field...

"Run faster! Have some passion!"

Kento Nanami slapped the back of Yuta Okkotsu, who was already panting, having already lapped him several times. All in all, it felt pretty good right now.

Panda, as usual, sat to the side cheering them on, but today, Kirara Hoshi was also there.

Maki Zenin, who was practicing her sword swings, saw Natsu Hiraku watching from the sidelines and shouted, "What are you looking at? Get down here and train! We're going to fight Kyoto Jujutsu High soon, don't embarrass the school!"

Natsu Hiraku smiled at this, muttering internally, "Still so strict," and then ran over shouting:

"Coming!"

Two days later...

Everyone left Tokyo Jujutsu High and took a special vehicle to Kyoto Jujutsu High. For the past two days, Natsu Hiraku had racked his brain but couldn't figure out what this "negative times negative equals positive" thing was.

Then came the supposed strategy discussion. With the two senior students, there was nothing to discuss; it seemed that for them, charging in was the only way.

Natsu Hiraku could only sigh in resignation and keep in mind what Teacher Gojo had said an hour ago.

Tokyo School and Kyoto School would each compete in one event set by the two principals each day, for a total of two days. This year, Principal Yaga seemed to have something going on, so they had made arrangements with Kyoto School in advance, and Gojo Satoru was responsible for leading the team.

The battles between sorcerers would consist of a team battle on the first day and individual battles on the second. What was interesting was that this exchange event was a jujutsu battle where anything could be done except killing!

And what Teacher Gojo had told them was:

"Go all out and have fun!"

After an unknown amount of time, Natsu Hiraku, who had been sitting in the car, fell asleep. Asura was left in Jujutsu High to be looked after by Maki and the others, to be summoned tomorrow to catch the enemy off guard during the battle.

The car stopped. Yuta Okkotsu, who was sitting nearby, gently shook the sleeping Natsu Hiraku to wake him. "We're here, Hiraku-kun."

"Mmm... Mmm."

Natsu Hiraku slowly opened his eyes, stretched, and opened the window to look at the scenery outside. How to put it... it was a bit different from Tokyo Jujutsu High School. For some reason, this place had the feel of a prestigious school.

He pushed open the car door and turned to look at the Kyoto Gate. An old man was standing under the gate, leaning on a cane, with a teacher and a group of students beside him.

The most striking figure was Todo Aoi, with his imposing height of 1.9 meters, muscular build, and commanding presence.

He was also looking at him, seemingly surprised for a moment. But after a brief surprise, his expression turned to joy, and he ran over shouting, "Brother, I didn't expect you to participate in this year's friendly match! There's Takada's concert this afternoon, let's go together!"

"..."

Natsu Hiraku didn't know what to say. Kento Nanami, who had walked over, asked, "Takada? What's that?"

"Hah!?"

Todo Aoi, feeling his idol had been insulted, looked at Kento Nanami, who had approached, and asked with a dark expression, "What kind of woman do you like!"

"Hmph!"

Kento Nanami let out a cold laugh and stared directly at Todo Aoi, saying, "I like passionate women!"

"..."

Natsu Hiraku, watching the two men on the verge of a fight from the sidelines, didn't know what to say, yet felt like saying nothing at all.

Gojo Satoru walked up and patted Kento Nanami on the shoulder, saying, "We can fight tomorrow. We're going out to relax this afternoon, so don't ruin the mood."

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the two of them and looked towards the principal of Kyoto School on the high platform. A smile that hid unknown intentions appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking. He walked up and said:

"Principal Gakuganji, you're still as robust as ever. Why don't you hand over the principal position to some younger folks and go live out your retirement with those old geezers who are afraid of death?"

"You!"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji opened his eyes from beneath his lowered brows, revealing a faint cold glint. "You're far too unrestrained, Gojo Satoru..."

Gojo Satoru paid no mind to Gakuganji's murderous gaze, because he couldn't kill him. He calmly said, "How could that be? I always speak the truth. And I even brought our adorable student, Yuta Okkotsu."

"You mean... the one cursed by a Special Grade Imaginary Cursed Spirit? What if he goes berserk here? You idiot!"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji questioned in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Gojo Satoru as if demanding an explanation.

"How could that happen? Yuta is very well-behaved. The banner of victory this year will absolutely be ours at Jujutsu High."

As Gojo Satoru spoke, he yelled to the group behind him, "Everyone, drop your bags here and then you can go play!!"

"Ooh!!"

Everyone cheered joyfully.

This sight stunned the surrounding students and teachers. Those guys from Tokyo School were clearly under no pressure at all...

A blonde girl with blue eyes, wearing a ponytail tied into two pigtails and holding a broom, looked at Noritoshi Kamo beside her and complained, "They seem so relaxed, even though they've lost so many times."

"Don't say that, Nishinomiya Momo. Last year doesn't represent this year. The strength of these individuals shouldn't be underestimated."

The man, dressed in a black and blue kimono with a white sash around his waist, had his long hair tied up with two bundles of white cloth on his forehead. His tone was light, gentle, and kind.

"Yes, this year, only we will win."

A mechanical voice sounded out. Nishinomiya Momo and Noritoshi Kamo both looked at their first-year junior, Mech-Maru. To be honest, they didn't know much about this junior who had arrived not long ago. They only knew he was a controlled cursed corpse...

Gojo Satoru looked at Utahime Iori beside Yoshinobu Gakuganji and asked, "How have you been lately?"

The woman, dressed in a white kimono and red skirt, with a scar on her face, said coldly, "Not great. Seeing you, you idiot, ruins my mood."

"Eh? I don't think I've done anything to upset you lately, have I? How about a smile? Walking around with a scowl all the time isn't good for your health~!"

"..."

Utahime Iori looked at the idiot in front of her and didn't want to say anything more. She turned to Noritoshi Kamo and said, "Take them to rest."

"Yes, Teacher."

Noritoshi Kamo stepped forward and said to the approaching Tokyo School students and Gojo Satoru, "This way, please."

Natsu Hiraku glanced at Noritoshi Kamo, then turned to look at the tall Todo Aoi beside him and asked, "Is he very strong?"

"He's alright."

Todo Aoi's "He's alright" completely broke Noritoshi Kamo's composure. He muttered inwardly, We're comrades from the same school, why are you putting me down?

At the same time, he became quite interested in the dark-haired young man. "Heh, may I ask your name, sir? I am Noritoshi Kamo."

"My name is Natsu Hiraku. I'm a first-year from Tokyo School, just here to make up the numbers." Natsu Hiraku answered frankly. His explanation wasn't wrong; with the third-years out and only two second-years, he and Okkotsu were indeed just filling slots.

"Making up the numbers, huh..."

Noritoshi Kamo didn't voice his thoughts but instead started talking about nearby tourist attractions.

The group arrived at their assigned rooms. After dropping off their change of clothes for the next few days, they formed teams and went out. Teacher Gojo stayed behind to discuss something with the principal of Kyoto School and did not go out with them.

Meanwhile, in the Kyoto School principal's office, only two people were inside, but the atmosphere was heavy. Even the flies that Natsu Hiraku kept around gave the office a wide berth, as if afraid of getting caught up in it.

Yoshinobu Gakuganji, leaning on his cane, sat on the sofa and stared intently at Gojo Satoru. "If that Special Grade Imaginary Vengeful Spirit goes berserk, our school has the obligation to eliminate it directly to prevent future trouble!"

Gojo Satoru lay on the sofa, glanced at Yoshinobu Gakuganji, spread his arms, and said, "You remember what I said before, right? I'm on Yuta Okkotsu's side. I don't have a good impression of you stubborn, death-fearing old geezers."

"Don't push it!!"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji gripped his cane and slammed it onto the floor, as if his sore spot had been poked. "What makes you so sure that kid can control a Special Grade Vengeful Spirit? If it goes berserk, it would be a catastrophic disaster for humanity! He should have been executed!!"

"Hoo~"

Gojo Satoru let out a soft breath. "Who do you think I am?"

"You..."

Yoshinobu Gakuganji's lips trembled, and his eyes showed shock, but he couldn't utter the next word. Then, as if letting out a sigh of relief, he said, "You'd better have made the right choice, Gojo Satoru. If Rika Orimoto goes berserk a second time, those people will do everything they can to kill Yuta Okkotsu."

"It's fine, it's fine. Yuta isn't the main attraction this time," Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly.

"Oh!"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji's interest was piqued. Even with Okkotsu possessing a Special Grade Vengeful Spirit not being the main attraction, did that mean there was someone with even greater talent among the other three?

He asked, "Can you tell me who it is?"

"Heh, I'm not telling." Gojo Satoru stood up, stretched, and walked out the door. "You'll find out tomorrow."

"..."

Yoshinobu Gakuganji watched Gojo Satoru leave, picked up the teacup on the table, glanced at the green leaves floating on the surface of the tea, and took a calm sip after his thoughts settled.

He said, "Tomorrow, we'll see who truly is the hidden talent."

Outside Takada's concert venue.

Natsu Hiraku looked at the ticket in his hand and asked, "Todo, how many do you have?"

"Not many, I only managed to grab eight. My speed was a bit slow. I originally planned to keep the rest as souvenirs, but since you're here, brother, we can watch together!"

Todo Aoi said this as he looked at Yuta Okkotsu, who had been pulled over to the side. He continued, "Don't be shy. A brother's brother is naturally my brother too. Little Takada is very cute!"

"Mm, mm..."

Yuta Okkotsu looked at the ticket in his hand, feeling a sense of anticipation. This was his first time attending a concert with friends.

Natsu Hiraku, on the other hand, couldn't express his predicament. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place and had never attended a concert before, but under Todo Aoi's enthusiastic invitation, he felt compelled to.

To be honest... this line is so long...

Natsu Hiraku looked at the long queue of people entering the concert venue and recalled the time he had staged an accident to get Todo Aoi's attention. However, this was much faster; they just had to get their tickets checked and they could go in. The previous time had been so tedious...

Everyone followed the crowd into the concert and began their afternoon of leisure. Even though they would be enemies tomorrow, today they were friends.

Little Takada's singing echoed in everyone's ears. It had to be said, it was full of the liveliness and passion befitting his age, causing Natsu Hiraku to close his eyes and immerse himself in the music.

On stage, Little Takada, with his twin ponytails, sang music that stirred the soul, occasionally striking various cute poses that elicited cheers from the audience below.

Todo Aoi, true to his status as the number one fan, shouted the loudest, seemingly igniting the passionate fervor of his youth.

Yuta Okkotsu, for his part, was stunned by the spectacle. He began to wave the glow stick in his hand, thinking, "Since so many people are waving theirs, I should join in too."

The restless afternoon slowly faded away with the cheers.

The next day.

6:50 AM.