Viltrumite, Is Your Strongest-in-the-World Chat Group Fake?

He staggered back dozens of meters, staring at his right hand with utter disbelief.

This kind of strength... was it a Heavenly Restriction? An innate trade of cursed energy for an immensely powerful body.

"How pitiful! Something I could do with a few more fingers... Without that, you should've been much more interesting!"

Sukuna had always been optimistic. Having found the reason, he further increased his cursed energy output.

He had to smash that arrogant face to pieces!

However, when he threw his second punch, it met Intelligent Atoms stirred into activity by emotion.

The instant the impact landed, the skin began rebounding before it could even deform.

The force in Sukuna's arm surged backward. Cracks spread across its surface, and several flecks of blood sprayed out.

Sigh. Viltrumites, beings driven by will.

Not as good as Superman, but it had a bit of the same flavor.

"Tch, is this brat's body unable to bear my power? Or is he resisting?"

Sukuna chose to shift the blame.

"You don't even know how to turn it on, so what are you talking about performance for?"

Leon mocked him disdainfully, then grabbed Sukuna by the head at a speed he could not react to before he could retreat again.

Glancing at the arm that had already nearly healed, he said with satisfaction:

"Tiger, did you gain any insight from that punching method and this regeneration ability?"

Seeing the other party blink in response, he used his left hand to seize the two fingers Sukuna was about to use to activate a cursed technique.

"Alright, any more and you won't be able to digest it. Are you doing it yourself, or should I?"

"Arrogant bastard... I'll look forward to seeing your expression when you witness my complete form."

After Sukuna finished making his threat, the body fell asleep.

Those who understood loans knew how to lower themselves.

Besides, he knew his power was incomplete. Today had only been a small test. The advantage would be his in the future, so he felt no psychological burden whatsoever.

Leon set Itadori down, clapped his hands, and looked at the man behind him, who had arrived half a minute ago and was taking pictures of Megumi.

Wow, twice the 2.5-dimensional teacher.

Meeting his gaze, the white-haired, blindfolded man raised the bag in his hand as though they were already familiar.

"Yo, want something to eat? I brought souvenirs—Kikusuian's Kikufuku, edamame whipped cream flavor."

"Then I'll gladly accept."

Leon did not stand on ceremony. He tore open a package and stuffed one into his mouth.

Only after watching him swallow it did Satoru Gojo reveal his true purpose.

"So, would you mind if I asked just who you are?"

The clear blue eyes beneath the blindfold narrowed. No matter how the Six Eyes worked, they could not discern anything about this man.

If this body of his had been obtained through a Heavenly Restriction, then he had probably been meant to be born a genius like Gojo himself.

He was far stronger than that man...

"Explaining it in detail would be troublesome. Just think of me as Tiger's Mahoraga. Let's talk about what happens to him next."

As Leon spoke, he opened another Kikufuku.

Hiring Leon, Shop Update ### Since the other party did not want to explain, Satoru Gojo had no intention of forcing him.

Although he was very confident in his own strength, he could not be sure just how troublesome a body that had taken Sukuna's punch without a scratch would be if it started causing trouble.

Maybe he was an upgraded version of Toji Fushiguro?

Even though that man was nothing but a small fry to him now, the wound still itched whenever he thought about it.

After all, it had been an experience that had brought him to the brink of death.

Still, he had to protect his food. When Leon reached out for the third time, Satoru Gojo pulled back the bag.

"Leave some for me. The line was really long, you know, mister—"

"Leon."

"Alright then, Leon. I know a great beef tongue place in Sendai. Let's talk there."

"Let's go!"

The excited adult apparently did not think he needed to introduce himself.

Fair enough. Since Leon had assumed he was part of the jujutsu world, how could anyone possibly not know his name?

Leon slung Itadori over his shoulder and casually asked:

"Come to think of it, repairing the school must cost a lot of money, right?"

"The government has special funding for that. Thanks to you, we saved quite a bit."

"The public explanation is a gas explosion?"

Satoru Gojo shrugged, then picked up Megumi Fushiguro.

"More or less. Though there have only been two large-scale incidents like this since I made my debut, that really was how they explained them in the past."

Inside the beef tongue restaurant, Leon stuffed the sizzling beef tongue from the griddle into his mouth before anyone else could.

A Viltrumite's heat resistance came in quite handy at times like this.

The rich texture, the secret seasoning, and the lemon juice that cut through the grease.

Even someone as calm as him could not keep his expression from shifting.

God, this was what powerful people ought to enjoy. That old bastard Conquest should really come to Earth and see for himself.

This was way better than the fresh hearts of alien races!

After the meal, Leon allowed Itadori to move freely, and he dragged Megumi off to play pachinko.

After all, they had just gone through a life-or-death ordeal. It was normal to relax a little.

"Is that really alright~?"

Watching them leave, Satoru Gojo secretly used Blue to snatch over the last piece of beef tongue.

"By the rules, Itadori is currently considered a death row inmate, you know."

You say that, but would you listen to it yourself?

Leon inwardly mocked him while pretending to be surprised.

"Really? Then can you tell me where to find them? The important people in charge of sentencing."

"Are you going to plead for him? That would be—"

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm going to take them out. Freeing up so many jobs at once—I think the jujutsu world would thank me."

Confirmed. At least for now, he was on their side.

Satoru Gojo smiled and refused outright.

"That won't do. If that day comes, I have to be the one to do it. If you steal that from me, I'll get mad."

Perhaps it was the ease unique to the strong, or perhaps it was the casualness and confidence they shared.

Leon and Satoru Gojo got along quite well.

Of course, the most fundamental reason was that they were wary of each other.

There was no need to say much about Satoru Gojo. A mysterious powerhouse who did not exist in the records of the jujutsu world naturally had to be treated with caution.

As for Leon, even if he had forgotten much, he had still been among those who bet that Satoru Gojo would win that summer.

He was not sure whether his raw stats would still work against certain techniques that approached the level of concepts.

Perhaps no one had ever pushed them to their limits, or perhaps they truly ignored physics.

Either way, he had to remain cautious.

Just as most dragons in DND died from arrogance, countless Viltrumites had died because they trusted in their own strength and chose to tank attacks head-on.

"I have to say, Leon, there's something about you that I really admire."

Halfway through their conversation about a jujutsu sorcerer's daily life, Satoru Gojo changed the subject.

"What?"

"Your teaching method. You actually thought of letting Sukuna take over and demonstrate. As a teacher, I really appreciate that."

Satoru Gojo, who was determined to nurture the younger generation, had recently realized something:

A genius like him seemed to be unexpectedly bad at teaching.

Megumi had already lost to a Grade 2 cursed spirit, and Gojo had raised him since childhood. He did not even dare think about what Megumi might lose to next.

Despicable cursed spirits, actually trying to strike at me this way.

And the Leon before him was his opportunity.

His cursed technique was far superior to Leon's, but perhaps this educational mindset was something he needed to learn from a master.

"So, are you interested in becoming an external instructor at Jujutsu High?"

It really was a good idea. He could participate in the events to come openly and legitimately.

It was just that Leon did not know when this chat group would actively let him travel through worlds again.

"I can do it, but I'm not sure when I'll be free."

"Then that means you agree."

Satoru Gojo was extremely interested. In his heart, he had already reserved a spot for Megumi Fushiguro.

Work harder, Megumi! For the reputation of us master and disciple.

Meanwhile, at the pachinko parlor, beside Itadori, who was staring intently at the steel balls as they moved,

Megumi was reviewing the battle from earlier.

He did not think it had been his problem. The cursed spirit had been strengthened by the cursed energy radiating from that finger, and it had caught him off guard.

If I'd created some distance, the Divine Dogs would've killed it instantly!

Megumi Fushiguro rubbed his messy black hair and glanced at Itadori, who was having the time of his life.

But in the end, this body that went down in one hit, along with his cursed energy control that could not maintain shikigami when he was injured, needed training.

Otherwise, anyone could solo him in close combat.

[West China Tiger: In summary, I'm going to start learning jujutsu.]

After the meal, Leon quickly returned to his own world.

Tiger gave the group a brief rundown of what had happened. With the goal of swallowing Sukuna's twenty fingers, he was about to enroll at Jujutsu High.

[Yellow Weasel, Neither Man nor God: An indestructible special-grade cursed object? I don't believe it. Send it over.]

[Kansas Farm Boy: Yeah, maybe it just isn't being hit hard enough.]

[Orange-Haired, Golden-Eyed Evil Human: Itadori has become a jujutsu athlete now.]

[Spicy Donkey Head: Amazing. I wish I could learn something like that too.]

Interestingly, the group shop finally updated its inventory at this time.

It now had Kikufuku in various flavors for 50 points and grilled beef tongue for 100 points.

Changes were welcome, but the items were somewhat useless to the other group members.

But Neos was different. In a few hundred years, even the last sea on Terra would be drained dry. It was difficult for him to get authentic products from the 2K era like these.