Visitors from Kyoto Jujutsu High

Unable to catch him, Shoko finally bent over with her hands on her knees, panting. "Satoru Gojo, stop running if you've got the guts."

"Hehe, catch me if you've got the guts!"

There was no denying that Satoru Gojo was a master at getting on people's nerves.

In the end, Suguru Geto wrapped his arms around Satoru Gojo's waist and dragged him out, while Shoko returned to the dissection table, ready to painlessly dissect a few rabbits to vent her anger.

As for our Sukuna, he naturally went back to sleep. There were still three days left, so there was no point rushing.

Once their opponents actually arrived, someone would wipe the floor with them even if he didn't lift a finger. After that, the semester would be over, and his beloved vacation would begin.

Although he had turned even his school days into a vacation, he still felt a little excited whenever an actual vacation approached.

For instance, Sukuna was so excited today that he ate two extra bowls of rice and took two cans of Coca-Cola back to drink while lying in bed.

He held the latest-model phone in his hand, playing the simple, boring little games on it.

This was his everyday life at Jujutsu High. He seemed to have forgotten all about reclaiming his fingers and restoring his power.

He could clearly sense six fingers within Jujutsu High, but their locations changed constantly.

There was only one place within Jujutsu High that could keep shifting like that-the Tombs of the Star Corridor.

Whatever. With my current strength, as long as I don't run into the Heavenly Tyrant or Hu Bao and the others, I don't really have any opponents.

He could simply wait here in peace. Sooner or later, someone would deliver everything that belonged to him right to his door.

Eat, sleep, eat, sleep.

Just like that, three days passed in a flash, and the people from Kyoto Jujutsu High arrived as promised.

The two sides soon met for the first time.

"Tokyo Jujutsu High certainly has no shortage of talent."

This meeting was between two old men. One was rather short, with a face covered in deep wrinkles, and he spoke with a genial smile.

He was Yoshinobu Gakuganji, the principal of Kyoto Prefectural Jujutsu High.

The other was the old principal of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High, who had yet to fully retire.

The two men, whose true ages were anyone's guess, smiled warmly. An uninformed observer might have mistaken them for old friends.

Yoshinobu Gakuganji initially gave the four first-year students led by Satoru Gojo only a passing glance, but he suddenly froze when he got a clear look at one of them.

His expression turned grave as he looked at Tokyo Jujutsu High's principal. "Who is that?"

The old principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High naturally knew whom he meant. He took an unhurried sip of tea, met the other man's eyes, and said deliberately, "A descendant of the King of Curses from a thousand years ago, of course. Who else would he be?"

Yoshinobu Gakuganji stared hard into his eyes. Only after confirming that he wasn't lying did his gaze soften again.

"When did Ryomen Sukuna ever have descendants?"

"Lord Tengen found him personally. If you have any questions, ask Lord Tengen directly. Why bother probing me?"

The old principal calmly finished his hot tea, then slowly poured another cup, looking straight into Yoshinobu Gakuganji's deep-set eyes.

"Haha, if Lord Tengen found him, there can be no mistake. Looks like you've landed another bargain this time."

Yoshinobu Gakuganji suddenly laughed, the wrinkles covering his face trembling like old tree bark.

The tense atmosphere in the tea room eased somewhat.

Outside, the students from the two Jujutsu High schools sat facing each other, neither side speaking first.

Finally, Satoru Gojo couldn't keep his mouth shut any longer. "Hey, blondie. Your grandpa here could knock you down in one move."

The blond sitting opposite him-no, Naoya Zenin-clenched his fists. He hadn't wanted to come here and ask for trouble.

Everyone in the Three Great Families knew that Satoru Gojo was already the strongest of their generation. If the old principal hadn't insisted on bringing him, he never would have come.

His original reason for enrolling in Jujutsu High had been to surpass Satoru Gojo, but only after seeing him in person did he realize how absurd that idea was.

If he had inherited the [Ten Shadows Technique], he could have fought Satoru Gojo on equal footing. But no one in the Zenin Clan had inherited the [Ten Shadows Technique] in a full four hundred years.

Yet no one had expected the Six Eyes to appear in the Gojo Clan again in this era.

The moment Satoru Gojo was born, he was destined to become the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

Everyone else in this era could only serve as his backdrop. Without absolute strength, they were merely green leaves setting off a brilliant flower.

Some couldn't even qualify as leaves. They could only be the soil beneath the flower, supplying its nourishment.

How tragic it was, yet it was a reality they had no choice but to face.

The Six Eyes combined with [Limitless] meant unrivaled strength. Jujutsu Society universally acknowledged that combination as the strongest, and no one would dispute it.

In his view, Satoru Gojo becoming the strongest was only a matter of time. So even if Satoru Gojo called him blondie now, he could only put up with it.

Once the competition began, he could always pick on the weaker ones instead.

With that thought in mind, his gaze settled on Sukuna. This was the only person he had never seen before, and someone he had never seen surely couldn't be all that strong.

Even if he couldn't beat Satoru Gojo, he could still beat up the other students.

He probably had no idea how ridiculous that thought was. If he said it aloud, Sukuna would absolutely laugh his head off.

If Sukuna knew what Naoya Zenin was thinking, he would definitely give him an emphatic thumbs-up, then slice off his head and kick it around like a ball.

He had never kicked a golden ball before.

With even Naoya Zenin remaining silent, the other two dared not say a word either.

Stories about Tokyo Jujutsu High's two special grade first-year students had long since spread throughout Jujutsu Society. With those two special grade sorcerers sitting right in front of them, claiming they weren't nervous would have been a lie.

Although they appeared perfectly composed as they sipped their tea, their hands beneath the table were already drenched in sweat.

Everyone opposite them was so good-looking that Kino Noriko couldn't help wanting to snuggle up to them, but her body refused to cooperate. She could even feel her legs going numb from sitting there.

"Since this is an exchange competition, shouldn't we make the rules clear?"

Suguru Geto glanced at the teacher accompanying them.

Only then did the teacher snap out of his daze and hurriedly say, "This Goodwill Event will still be held as a competition, with three-on-three individual and team battles."

He glanced at Sukuna and the others, then said with a troubled expression, "One person on your side will have to sit out. Otherwise, the competition won't be fair."

Seeing that someone had finally raised the issue, Shoko quickly spoke up. "I'm the medic. If anyone gets injured, I'll go treat them immediately, so I won't be participating."

"Good. Then let me continue explaining the competition rules."

"As the name suggests, the individual battle is quite easy to understand. The three of you will split up and fight separately."

"Anyone who gets knocked down is eliminated. The first round ends when one side has no one left."

"Does everyone understand?"

Sukuna gave him a look as though he were an idiot. Even an elementary school student could understand these rules, yet he felt the need to spell them out again.

"Ahem."

When no one responded, the teacher finally remembered that none of the people here were idiots. He coughed to cover his embarrassment.

"The second round is a team battle. Just like the first round, you win by eliminating everyone on the opposing side."

"If each side wins one round, there will be a tiebreaker. It's like basketball-when the scores are tied, we'll add some other events to decide the result."

"All right, all right, sir. We understand. Please go on ahead."

Yamagami Kuro hurriedly spoke up. He couldn't bear to stay here another minute. The presence radiating from the people opposite him was too powerful. Even as a grade 2 jujutsu sorcerer, he felt completely outmatched.

Of course, he really was a new recruit enrolled that year and knew little about the other people in Jujutsu Society, so he had no idea how strong the four opposite him actually were.

He simply felt that every one of them was powerful, except for the girl sitting in the middle.

He only wanted to finish this competition as quickly as possible, then return to exorcising cursed spirits so he could become a grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer.

Once he became a grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer, he would count among the strong.

After all, in Yamagami Kuro's eyes, even the strongest person opposite him should only be a grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer. That was what happened when he didn't read his opponents' profiles before coming.

"All right, I'll leave you to it, then. The competition will begin on schedule tomorrow."

With that, the accompanying teacher turned and walked into the tea room.

Once the teacher left, the three from Kyoto Jujutsu High visibly relaxed. They scrambled to their feet and hurried away.

They didn't want to stay here a moment longer.

"Trash is trash. You don't even have the courage to face me."

Satoru Gojo deliberately spoke extra loudly so Naoya Zenin would hear him.

He clearly succeeded. As Naoya Zenin left, his fists were clenched tight, and he struggled to suppress the fury in his heart.

If he failed to control himself and let his anger take over, going back would only earn him a beating. Worse, Satoru Gojo might very well make good on his word and hang him from a tree.

He didn't dare take that gamble...