A Complete Victory

"Ugh~ Stupid Geto, why did you have to hurt him so badly? You've completely exhausted me."

Shoko walked into the lounge looking thoroughly done with life, completely worn out from treating Naoya Zenin earlier.

She collapsed onto the tatami the moment she entered the lounge and promptly fell asleep.

Sukuna was asleep in the farthest corner of the tatami, while Satoru Gojo and Geto sat on stools drinking sugar water.

"I didn't expect you to run into the Zenin kid, though I'd been looking for him for ages."

Satoru Gojo felt slightly unhappy that he hadn't gotten to punch Naoya Zenin himself.

"It's fine, it's fine, next time I'll definitely let you hit him. This time was just a coincidence anyway."

Geto hurriedly tried to comfort Satoru Gojo. In truth, he had sustained a minor injury himself earlier, but he had already healed before Shoko arrived.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have let Shoko heal him. I should have secretly snapped a few of his ribs."

Satoru Gojo spoke with a mischievous grin, feeling that this method was extremely practical.

If possible, he would definitely make Shoko do that next time.

Shoko: You actually want to compromise my medical ethics!

At that moment, Sukuna, who had slept for an entire morning, stretched and sat up, freezing the exact moment he opened his eyes.

He had no idea when Shoko had rolled over right next to him, startling him into hastily checking his body.

Finding his clothes completely neat and properly worn, he let out a long sigh of relief, having thought his innocence was compromised.

He glanced at Shoko rolling around on the tatami, then stood up and sat on a stool.

He picked up the teapot on the table, opened the lid, and discovered that the tea leaves had been poured out and replaced with sugar water.

He frowned and quietly put it back down; he had no desire to drink cloyingly sweet sugar water.

He looked at Geto and asked, "How much longer until the next match? It's my turn to stretch my muscles this time."

"The next match?"

Geto checked the schedule on the wall. "There's an hour left. Shoko just came back, so the injuries on the other side should be healed by now."

"Whatever, I'll make sure they get hurt."

Sukuna pulled a can of Coca-Cola from his pocket and gulped it down.

Geto glanced at Sukuna and hesitated slightly before speaking. "The teacher doesn't want any casualties this time. After all, it's just a Goodwill Event."

Hearing this, Sukuna frowned, but still nodded in agreement.

Killing people in the afternoon was too bloody and might ruin his appetite for dinner.

Who knew if the person he sliced had taken a morning dump? What if they hadn't? A floor full of intestines and shit would be so disgusting.

The main reason was that he was wide awake now, and once awake, his murderous intent naturally wasn't that high.

An hour was neither long nor short. Shoko had barely gotten comfortable in her sleep when Satoru Gojo yanked her up.

"Shoko~ Stop sleeping, it's time for you to take the stage."

"Agh~ What are you doing?"

Forcibly awakened, Shoko could only take a puff of a cigarette to soothe her exhausted mind, then followed them toward the match venue.

"Alright, since both sides have arrived, the team battle officially begins. Both sides, please enter the arena."

Masamichi Yaga announced the rules with bureaucratic stiffness, though it was a battle royal with practically no rules.

The three people from Tokyo Jujutsu High stood in the Martial Arts Arena, only two or three meters apart. The three from Jin Duxiao clearly lacked any desire to fight.

They just wanted to surrender quickly so they could head back without making fools of themselves here.

"Start!"

At Masamichi Yaga's command, the people from Kyoto Jujutsu High didn't even move.

Satoru Gojo looked straight at Naoya Zenin, his objective crystal clear: to give Naoya Zenin a thorough beating.

"Sukuna, leave that girl to me. You go deal with that dark guy, Yamagami Kuro."

As Geto spoke, centipedes continuously emerged from his body, and countless hordes of centipedes directly surrounded Kino Noriko.

"Ahhh!"

The samurai sword in Kino Noriko's hands breathed fire, and with every single slash, countless centipedes died beneath her blade.

The searing flames kept the centipedes from getting close.

Yet all of this changed the moment the Slit-Mouthed Woman appeared. Kino Noriko was dragged straight into the domain by the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and the medium in her hand dropped to the ground.

Kino Noriko's fate was sealed; there was zero chance of a comeback.

Geto's battle ended in a complete landslide.

Satoru Gojo was still relentlessly pounding Naoya Zenin, beating him so badly he couldn't even manage to say the word "surrender."

The remaining Yamagami Kuro looked eagerly at Sukuna across from him, figuring this person must be the weakest.

Sukuna merely glanced at him, and his figure vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, one of his hands was already clamped over Yamagami Kuro's face. With a forceful push downward, Yamagami Kuro was slammed flat against the ground.

Dragging Yamagami Kuro in that exact posture, Sukuna scrubbed the entire Martial Arts Arena with him, leaving the back of Yamagami Kuro's body completely mangled.

The ultimate outcome was that Shoko was successfully exhausted once again.

"Alright, this match ends here."

Masamichi Yaga hurried over to call a halt, terrified that his students would take someone's life.

Hearing the teacher's words, they stopped what they were doing.

"They really can't take a punch. I thought he'd be a lot stronger."

Satoru Gojo waved his hand dismissively in boredom.

"Gojo, you broke both of his legs..."

"Haha, I didn't even use my full strength. That loser is complete trash."

Even though all three of them had to be dragged off the field, Satoru Gojo still cursed them as losers.

Yamagami Kuro was in a state of complete bewilderment, having been KO'd by his opponent without throwing a single punch.

And upon closer inspection, his injuries were the most severe-not only was his head nearly crushed, but there wasn't a single patch of unbroken skin left on his back.

In truth, this was getting off easy; it was simply because Sukuna had remembered Geto's words just as he was about to crush the guy's head.

Otherwise, Sukuna would have had to go back and wash his hands again.

"The winner of this tournament is the Tokyo Jujutsu High first-years!"

"The prize for this tournament is no prize."

The Goodwill Event had drawn to a complete close, and the people from Kyoto Jujutsu High headed back with dark expressions.

They ignored the old principal entirely when he invited them to stay another night. Their faces had looked bad upon arrival, and they looked even blacker upon leaving.

Masamichi Yaga was currently lecturing Satoru Gojo and Geto before him, as for the other two, they had already gone back to their dorms to rest.

"I told you both to go easy on them. You didn't leave the opposing side an ounce of face at all."

Although Masamichi Yaga used a scolding tone, there wasn't a trace of reprimand on his face; instead, he was smiling broadly.

Are you kidding? His students had strung the opponents up and beaten them-wasn't that worth smiling about?

If it weren't for preserving a shred of dignity for Kyoto Jujutsu High, he wouldn't even have bothered with this surface-level act.

"Teacher, I'm injured too, I'm hurt too~"

Satoru Gojo pointed at his hand.

"You're injured too? How could you possibly be hurt?"

Masamichi Yaga looked completely unbelieving, but seeing the dead-serious look on Satoru Gojo's face, he lowered his head and glanced at his finger.

"Where is there any sign of an injury?"

"A chunk of my fingernail broke off."

Satoru Gojo said pitifully, yet there was a clear mark of having been bitten by teeth right on his fingernail.

Masamichi Yaga:...

In the end, the two of them also left the classroom, though Satoru Gojo was pulled aside for some individual "guidance" by Masamichi Yaga.

"Gojo..."

Geto ultimately failed to hold back his laughter, his grin growing increasingly unhinged. Satoru Gojo's baffling antics just now had genuinely amused him.

And it was a heartfelt, roaring laugh; he hadn't expected Satoru Gojo, with his cold and handsome aesthetic, to have a side like this.

Even though Geto had witnessed it many times before, he still couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Geto!"

Satoru Gojo flew into a rage, jumping up and chasing right after Geto.

"Haha, come catch me, come catch me."

Geto laughed merrily while dodging Satoru Gojo's hands.

Must admit, today's rabbit dissection went quite well. Sukuna held the rabbit Shoko had just sent over, having already figured out how he wanted to cook it.

He offered unsparing praise for how cleanly the rabbit had been prepped, with all the internal organs completely removed.

Even the rabbit kidneys, which he hated most, had been thrown away.

Looking at the barbecue grill he had prepared, Sukuna laughed heartily. Although his master chef hadn't returned yet, roasting a rabbit was still a piece of cake for him.