Dodgeball Training

Sid's training content was a dodgeball game.

The ball—energy bullets he created with Nen.

The player—Su Wu.

The venue—the open ground in front of the church in District 12.

The audience—all the children of District 12.

At this moment, a group of kids in uniform old-man undershirts or long sleeves stood two hundred meters away, craning their necks to watch.

This open ground had been left rugged and uneven not long ago by Uvogin's fists, covered in rubble, easy to trip over.

That was also why Sid chose this spot for the game.

"Step outside this circle and you lose."

"Kid, ready?" A man with brown hair and brown eyes, nearly 1.9 meters tall, sturdy, with muscles clearly outlined even through his priest's robes, stood in the rubble and called out.

He looked at the boy across from him, who still seemed a bit unused to the Gravity Ring on his body.

Without waiting for the other to react, he raised both hands, Nen forming into bullets, and dozens of Nen bullets shot toward him.

"Release-type, as expected." Su Wu watched the formed Nen bullets, unsurprised.

"Don't come near here." Sid turned and ordered the watching children.

The energy bullets he'd prepared for the other—if they hit another kid... they'd probably be laid up for days.

Though the kid looked about the same age as the others, maybe eleven or twelve? Even twelve?

But unlike the other children, he was born with Nen. Those eyes were the best proof.

Like the Kurta Clan, this innate gift marked its bearers as natural Specialization-type Nen users.

Take the Kurta clan, for example. But this inborn, extraordinary talent also made their clan a target, ending in their annihilation.

"Got it." The children responded sparsely.

A circle a hundred meters in diameter, dozens of Nen bullets, rubble blocking every step, weights on his body, and no Cursed Energy allowed.

Six Eyes didn't count, since it was a passive skill—as long as he wasn't blind, it kept running.

And right now, Six Eyes clearly saw the trajectories of the Nen bullets. The bullets, formed from Nen, dragged long, brilliantly colored tails behind them, like a meteor shower—beautiful but dangerous.

Su Wu, weighed down by the Gravity Ring, moved stiffly but still forced his body to roll sideways, then pushed himself up with a jump, performing a series of clumsy, desperate moves just to dodge those "poisoned" meteors.

Like a meteor cratering into the ground, the Nen bullets that Su Wu dodged landed straight on the open ground, punching small craters and kicking up clouds of dust and gravel.

Making Su Wu, already scrambling, even more disheveled.

Seeing this, Sid vanished from his spot and reappeared behind Su Wu in the next instant.

A Release-type user, after training their ability, could also manage instant movement.

"Not just dodging the balls—remember to dodge me too." He reached out and pressed a hand on Su Wu's shoulder, then, without warning, struck the boy's lower back with his other hand.

The punch sent Su Wu stumbling forward, and as he pitched face-first, he ran straight into the incoming Nen bullets.

Several Nen bullets hit his body at once. His already unsteady body, leaning forward, was knocked backward by the impact.

"Looks like this power isn't enough for you yet." Sid spoke thoughtfully.

The next moment, the number of Nen bullets doubled, and their size grew larger.

"Keep it up." Sid smiled kindly.

The occasional sound of Nen bullets hitting their mark made the watching children wince.

"Tough break..."

"Looks like it hurts a lot."

"More than our training hurts."

The group whispered among themselves, watching the figure on the open ground.

The once-white bandage wrapped around his forehead was now stained red with blood. Fresh wounds of all sizes covered his body, and blood streamed from his nose like it had no intention of stopping.

In Six Eyes' vision, the Nen bullets fell like a meteor shower from the sky, never ceasing their assault.

Su Wu gasped, wiped the blood from his nose, and the moment Six Eyes sensed movement, he immediately shifted from his spot.

But Sid's fists and feet would flash around him at random, punching or kicking him straight into the path of the Nen bullets, letting him greet the meteor shower's baptism.

Like an invisible, dense, and omnipresent drizzle, carried by a fierce wind, drenching him without an umbrella.

Unable to use his abilities, he couldn't dodge. His eyes saw it, his brain reacted, but his body couldn't keep up.

By the time the day's game ended, he lay sprawled on the ground, covered in blood and bruises, gasping for air.

"Your physical condition really isn't bad." Sid praised the utterly wrecked, pitiful kid.

Even that head of white hair had gotten filthy, but this brat had taken nearly a thousand of his psychic bullets.

Even so, he was only exhausted. His body was covered in bruises, swelling, and bleeding wounds, but nothing truly serious—all surface-level damage. As long as his stamina recovered, he'd definitely be running and jumping again.

Su Wu struggled to his feet, slapping the dust off his clothes and his grimy white hair while steadying his breathing. After a moment, he flashed a confident, arrogant grin and said, "Of course."

The smile stretched the wounds on his face, but he didn't react, instead asking nonchalantly, "Not continuing? I'm still far from my limit."

Stubborn little brat who cares too much about face.

Sid snorted inwardly, but as someone who'd been raising kids for years, he didn't call him out. Instead, he waved a hand understandingly.

"Ah, that's enough for today. We'll pick it up tomorrow."

Hearing this, Su Wu turned and walked elsewhere.

He'd found a nice house in District 12. It had originally been occupied by a group of kids, but after he took a liking to it, he just snatched it outright.

Anyway, those kids had enough self-awareness to know they couldn't beat him, so they'd wisely moved to another house.

Back in the house, he shut the door and collapsed onto the floor, not wanting to move an inch.

"It hurts..." His eyes were vacant, his thoughts sluggish.

Was this what he had to go through in the early stages to become invincible?

"System, when are you giving me Limitless and Reverse Cursed Technique?" He couldn't help but urge the system.

If he had Limitless and Reverse Cursed Technique, he'd train until he ran out of blue for Reverse Cursed Technique before stopping.

Heal himself when injured, keep training after healing, until he couldn't use Reverse Cursed Technique anymore.

But if he really did that, Sid would probably be the first to run out of energy.

[When the host's role affinity with Gojo Satoru reaches sixty, the Limitless skill will be unlocked. When affinity with Sukuna reaches sixty, Reverse Cursed Technique will be unlocked.]

[When affinity with both roles reaches eighty, the Domain skill will be unlocked.]

[When the total role affinity reaches fifty, the system will unlock the shop function.]

The system's answer was meaningless to Su Wu right now.

Like a painted pancake—visible, but out of reach.

"Then why did I get three skills from the start?" Su Wu asked, puzzled.

[That is a guarantee provided by the system to ensure the host does not end up with a 'land and become a box' outcome. All interpretation rights belong to the system.]

So the system had given him a backdoor from the very beginning.

Otherwise, when he first dropped in, he might not have been able to use his abilities at all?

"Alright." Su Wu accepted the explanation.

Being invincible from the start would be like those cheap browser games with one-hit-kill level 999—no sense of experience at all.

This step-by-step approach was way more thrilling and immersive.

Bang bang bang. A knock came from the door. The person had a lot of force and wasn't holding back; the door and even the ground vibrated.

"I left the medical kit at your door." Sid's voice reached Su Wu's ears.

He slowly got up to open the door. No one was there, only a medical kit sitting quietly on the ground.

Raising a kid (confirmed).