"Did you come out especially to welcome us?" Mai Zenin tilted her head, a bland smile on her lips as her gaze swept over everyone from Tokyo Jujutsu High.
"Disgusting."
"Oh, Okkotsu isn't here." Aoi Todo scratched his head, his voice tinged with undisguised disappointment, as though he had arrived at a long-awaited party only to discover the main course was missing.
"Enough talking. Hand over the local specialties already..." Nobara Kugisaki planted her hands on her hips and took an aggressive step forward. The moment she opened her mouth, she began rattling off food names like machine-gun fire, from yatsuhashi to matcha daifuku, without pausing for breath.
Beside them, a short blonde girl with twin ponytails sticking straight up hugged a broom, her eyes fixed on Kugisaki as her lips moved slightly.
"What's with this first-year... She's so scary."
"Even if Okkotsu isn't here, aren't you underestimating us a little by sending two first-years to make up the numbers?" Mechamaru's voice came from his round robot shell, steady and mechanical, betraying no emotion.
"A jujutsu sorcerer's age has nothing to do with their strength." Noritoshi Kamo interjected calmly, as though stating an established fact.
"Especially Fushiguro. He also has Zenin Clan blood, yet he's stronger than those in the main family."
"Uh..." Mai Zenin's gaze snapped toward Noritoshi Kamo. Her eyes looked venomous, glaring so fiercely that she seemed ready to gouge two holes in him.
Noritoshi Kamo's expression remained unchanged. He merely tilted his head slightly and met her gaze.
"What is it?"
"Nothing..." Mai Zenin turned away, squeezing the word through her teeth with the gritted fury of someone saying, I'll remember this.
"All right, all right, everyone calm down." Kasumi Miwa stood between the two schools, waving her hands in small motions before her, her voice