Showdown at the Pinnacle of Perversion

"Next match: Mizuki Makoto of Tokyo Jujutsu High versus Todo Aoi of Kyoto Jujutsu High."

As Mei Mei's flat voice rang out once more, the atmosphere in the arena, which had been relatively warm until then, instantly turned vicious.

Makoto slowly rose from the contestants' seats, reached down to press the bandages around his waist, and could not help rolling his eyes at Okkotsu in the stands.

"Yuta, aren't you being a little too nice?" he muttered, his tone filled with the exhaustion of someone burdened with useless teammates. "Yesterday, you slapped Todo into a river and broke three of his ribs, but you casually healed him with Reverse Cursed Technique? Do you realize that's basically manually raising this fight to nightmare-difficulty Boss level for me?"

"Sorry, Makoto," Okkotsu Yuta said, rubbing his hands together awkwardly. "After Todo-senpai got hurt, he was still shouting, 'Where is my best friend?' He seemed really spirited, so I instinctively helped patch him up..."

"You call that spirited? That was the warning sign of a concussion-induced life review!"

Meanwhile, the mood in the spectator stands had also become rather peculiar.

"Maki—"

Mai folded her arms and shot a sidelong glance at her older sister, who sat some distance away wrapping bandages around her fists.

Even from that far apart, the poisonous instinct for sibling sarcasm called "blood relation" was already beginning to stir.

"After spending a year at a school where robbery, gambling, and sex changes are apparently allowed, has your taste fallen into the gutter? Or have you sunk so low that you need a first-year named Okkotsu to carry you?"

Maki did not even raise her head. She snorted. "Instead of worrying about me, you should worry about that idiot. If Todo's muscle-monster self beats him to death, old man Naobito might pin Naoya's mess on you."

"...Who, who would worry about him?" Mai's face flushed, then she gritted her teeth and lowered her voice. "Hey, over there... you haven't been so broke that you had to sell yourself, have you? I heard Tokyo Jujutsu High's subsidies all go to Grade 1 sorcerers."

"Huh? What kind of nonsense did that scumbag tell you? Still, thanks to someone, I stuffed myself with Kobe beef yesterday." A faint smile tugged at Maki's lips, but she quickly hid it. "You, though, Mai—stop hanging around trash like Mizuki. You'll catch it."

"Too late," Panda interjected solemnly from beside them. "Maki, the speed of your sister's hands when she snatched those talismans yesterday, that look in her eyes... she already had Makoto's thousand-year calamity aura."

At the center of the arena, crows circled overhead.

Todo Aoi's tower-like body stood before him, his muscles exuding a sickly sense of excitement beneath the sunlight. Okkotsu Yuta had forcibly restored him to full health with Reverse Cursed Technique yesterday. Not only were his injuries completely gone, but he seemed even crazier than before the tournament began.

"Mizuki Makoto! My best friend!"

Todo let out a roar, both hands braced against his knees. His beast-like eyes locked onto Makoto, who was inspecting his monocle.

"Though I already asked you once during the pre-tournament 'interview,' that was merely to confirm whether you were qualified to enter my sight. But now, this is a formal challenge with our souls on the line—"

Todo suddenly clapped his hands together, producing a thunderous crack.

"Tell me again! What kind of woman do you like, Mizuki Makoto? On this sacred stage, completely unleash your soul—your XP!"

The entire arena fell into eerie silence.

Inside the observation room, Gojo Satoru silently turned his gaze toward Utahime beside him. The meaning in his eyes was obvious.

—When it comes to perversion, that guy from Kyoto Jujutsu High is no slouch either!

The Tokyo-born second-generation scumbag leisurely adjusted the monocle on his nose.

He even blew an exceedingly frivolous kiss at the crows circling overhead.

"Todo, I already answered that question before. But given today's occasion, my answer right now is—beautiful, elegant, 172 centimeters tall, with light-blue long hair, and an absolute money-first kind of woman—yes, I mean Mei Mei in the observation room~"

Todo Aoi's bulging muscles trembled slightly from excessive excitement.

He ran his tongue across his dry lips. What showed in his eyes was not killing intent, but the wild joy of someone who had found a "soulmate."

After three seconds of dead silence, the Tokyo Jujutsu High section erupted in waves of sharp inhalations.

—Sorry, we should never have doubted your authority in this field. We have to admit, you're stronger right now!

"...Did he just court the most black-hearted woman in all of Jujutsu Society from across the arena?" Panda's dark circles seemed to widen further as he turned uncertainly toward Maki. "Maki, I suddenly feel that compared to him, Todo's dream of merely shaking hands with his idol is as pure as a kindergarten kid."

"Was that courtship? That was a pervert going into heat." Maki expressionlessly clenched the can in her hand. "Mizuki has no shame at all."

"Mustard leaf..." Inumaki Toge also pulled his collar higher with a weak expression, seemingly trying to say, I don't know the guy down there. When Mei Mei beats him up, don't let the blood splash on me.

In the observation room, Mei Mei's hand paused slightly on her axe handle, then she revealed a polished, elegant smile. "Oh my, Gojo. That kind of confession comes with a fee."

Utahime, meanwhile, had completely lost her temper. "How dare he tease Mei Mei-senpai like that?! Gojo! That brat is just like you—no, he's even worse! What the hell have you been teaching him?!"

"As expected, what an answer excitingly full of malice! Hahahahaha!"

Todo Aoi threw back his head and laughed, every muscle on his body swelling.

"Wait—" Makoto raised a hand to signal a pause, then slowly pulled his phone from his pocket and accurately tossed it to Zenin Maki, who was staring at him speechlessly in the stands.

"Maki-chan, do me a favor. This is the 'fated battle' between my best friend and me. It won't do without suitable background music."

"You... are you really still human?" Maki caught the phone and rolled her eyes, her fingers sliding across the screen. "Which song?"

"For today, I left only that one song on my phone." The corner of Makoto's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile that sent chills down Maki's spine. "It's a version I specially 'recorded' for my showdown with Brother. Find some speakers and crank the volume until it explodes."

With a dark expression, Maki helplessly pressed play under the gazes of the entire school and immediately turned the volume all the way up.

The extremely addictive, twisted electronic intro, carrying the feeling of sickly love, instantly rang through Kyoto Jujutsu High's martial arts arena—

klilme killme!

As those violently tearing lyrics exploded, Makoto supported his aching waist while a light as pure as the sky gathered at his fingertips.

—Come on, who could refuse an unbelievably cool soul battle with their best friend under Aizo's BGM?

"Todo, my waist hurts like hell, but for this 'final exam,' I'm willing to... throw away even my pride and dignity!"

"Boogie Woogie!"

[Ushura Bullet]

"Clap!"

Makoto and Todo swapped places in an instant. Amid the frenzied, sickly BGM, the most chaotic battle of the individual matches officially erupted!

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