It was more or less what Gojo Satoru had expected—the school had indeed prepared ample justification.
"As for the first-years, if any student is dissatisfied, the school can invite last year's national champion in that student's strongest subject.
If they win, the school will likewise award the corresponding class points.
Of course, losing will also bring corresponding penalties. The school cannot invite someone for them without reason; if they lose, the school's reputation will suffer as well."
Horikita Manabu laid out the school's arrangements.
It sounded simple and blunt, without the slightest hint of favoritism, but clearly, many people would be unable to do it.
Some people might be outstanding in their fields, but the age gap was right there. Across the entire country, there were very few people who could surpass all university students in a certain field during their first year.
At the very least, aside from Gojo Satoru, the school had yet to see any other student capable of taking that step.
"That's quite a straightforward reason."
Gojo Satoru tossed out a quip.
But if that was the case, he had no reason to refuse.
For him, this had nothing but benefits, because victory was guaranteed!
Though the way he won might be a little strange.
"So, do you agree?"
Horikita Manabu asked.
"No reason to refuse. When does it start, roughly?"
Gojo Satoru did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
He could figure out how to arrange that day afterward.
"Tomorrow."
Gojo Satoru froze.
So you had me figured out all along?
He stared at Horikita Manabu in disbelief, not expecting him to be this ruthless.
"Not going."
Gojo Satoru abruptly changed his tune. The feeling of being predicted like this was just too disgusting.
He immediately threw a childish