"Hmm?"
Satoru Gojo sized up the fuming Utahime Iori and sneered mockingly. "Someone as weak as you thinks she deserves to have me call her my senior?"
Under the scrutiny of his Six Eyes, the woman's cursed technique was laid bare.
A support technique, a paltry amount of cursed energy, and a pathetically weak physique. Who else was he supposed to mock?
"Satoru Gojo!"
Utahime Iori howled in fury, utterly humiliated. She ground her teeth, itching to charge over and bite Satoru Gojo to death.
For the first time, Utahime Iori realized just how vile a person could be!
"Satoru, bullying the weak is wrong. We should show these feeble seniors some respect, or people will hate us."
Just then, another gentle voice rang out, infuriating enough to drive someone to an early grave.
Its pitying tone toward the weak made everyone's faces darken.
Utahime Iori's chest heaved with anger as she glared through gritted teeth at Weird Bangs beside Satoru Gojo.
If Shoko hadn't been holding her back, she would have lunged at him and bitten him to death.
"Tch."
Satoru Gojo cast a contemptuous glance at the livid Utahime Iori. Rather than mock her further, he actually listened to Suguru Geto for once.
As Masamichi Yaga listened to their conversation, his large, piercing eyes flickered. With an ulterior motive, he sat down beside the absentminded Tsukasa Hatayama.
"Tsukasa."
Masamichi Yaga spoke gently, lowering his voice. "I have a task for you. Could you help your teacher out?"
Tsukasa Hatayama gave Masamichi Yaga a suspicious look and asked quietly, "Sir, don't tell me you want me to teach Geto and Satoru a lesson?"
"You guessed it."
Masamichi Yaga looked at Tsukasa Hatayama approvingly and said casually, "Geto and Satoru are gifted boys with plenty of potential, but they share a problem."
"Arrogance and conceit."
"Satoru goes without saying. Arrogance and insolence are written all over his face. As for Geto... he's gentle and polite to everyone, but deep down, he's terribly proud."
"That's why I'd like you to teach them a lesson. Show them there's always someone stronger, so they stop strutting around like they own the world."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."
Tsukasa Hatayama glanced at his two good friends, who were arguing with Utahime Iori, and said hesitantly, "They're strong. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep them under control."
Masamichi Yaga's mouth twitched. A Special Grade Sorcerer like you can't handle two Grade 2 Sorcerers? At least come up with a believable excuse.
Masamichi Yaga said irritably, "As long as you teach them a lesson, I'll grant any wish that's within my power."
A smile appeared on Tsukasa Hatayama's calm, handsome face. "Then buy Satoru a quilt, sir. Once you do, I'll accept the job."
"Deal!"
Afraid Tsukasa Hatayama might change his mind, Masamichi Yaga immediately agreed with a cheerful smile.
How much could a quilt possibly cost?
If it could turn those two geniuses into well-mannered boys, anyone would know which choice to make, right?
Mei Mei, who was standing above them, happened to witness the exchange between teacher and student. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she studied Tsukasa Hatayama thoughtfully.
Clap, clap, clap...
"All right, all right, stop arguing!"
Masamichi Yaga regained his stern demeanor, clapping his hands and putting an end to the argument between his prized students and Utahime Iori with an unquestionable command.
At his voice, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo instantly became obedient boys. They returned to the stone steps without daring to cause more trouble, both wearing expressions that said they had been perfectly well-behaved.
Knowing exactly what those two were like, Masamichi Yaga didn't pursue it. He simply said:
"You'll spar with Tsukasa in a moment, so I can assess your abilities and plan accordingly."
Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo immediately fixed their eyes on Tsukasa Hatayama, both eager to fight their best friend-the vampire.
After Tsukasa Hatayama had forcibly snuffed out their contest of cursed energy last night, both had been itching to duel him and find out just how strong he was.
A person's appearance could be deceptive, but cursed energy couldn't.
The cursed energy their classmate had unleashed was immense, carrying an oppressive force that made others want to submit. That alone proved how extraordinary his physical gifts were.
Tsukasa Hatayama calmly met their gazes, set his important belongings on the stone steps, and walked into the middle of the vast Green Field under everyone's watchful eyes.
Mei Mei, who had remained lost in thought, now strolled over to where Tsukasa Hatayama had been sitting.
While everyone's attention was on the Green Field, Mei Mei picked up the Student ID lying there.
The large character denoting Special Grade above the photograph made her calm, beautiful eyes abruptly contract.
A Special Grade Sorcerer...
On the Green Field, a breeze brushed through Tsukasa Hatayama's silky black hair. Confidence shone in his red eyes as his handsome face remained composed before his eager friends.
"Geto, Satoru, who's going first?"
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto exchanged a glance. The latter spoke first. "I met Tsukasa first, so naturally, I should go first."
"Geto, that may be true, but this is Tsukasa's first time. That's exactly why I'm not giving it to you. I'm going first!"
Satoru Gojo refused to yield. Without warning, he formed a one-handed seal and used the attraction of Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue to teleport onto the Green Field.
Meanwhile.
Mei Mei regained her elegance, her red lips curving upward as she set down the Student ID and turned toward the spectators. "Would you like to place some bets?"
Everyone stirred, looking at Satoru Gojo as though the god of wealth were beckoning to them.
One of them stepped forward. "Miss Mei, what are the payouts?"
"The odds are ten to one."
Mei Mei narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, coaxing them like a cunning fox. "If you bet on Satoru Gojo to win, the odds rise to twenty to one."
Tempted by her words, everyone pulled out their savings without hesitation and bet on Satoru Gojo.
"Five hundred thousand on Satoru Gojo."
"You're all so stingy. Watch me-one million on Satoru Gojo."
"What's a million? I'm putting my entire five-million fortune on Satoru Gojo."
"A mere five million... I'll put a hundred on Satoru Gojo to win!"
The reputation of the Child of God with the Six Eyes was too formidable. Surely he wouldn't lose to some unknown brat, so betting on Satoru Gojo couldn't go wrong.
"Miss Mei, can I bet on that elegant young man with the black hair?"
Utahime Iori joined in, approaching Mei Mei with a stack of Japanese yen and a heart full of malice.
Mei Mei had been happily counting money, but those words froze her smile.
She quickly recovered, however, her beautiful eyes shimmering as she said, "You can't bet on that elegant young man. I'm only taking bets on Satoru Gojo."
"Why?"
Utahime Iori looked a little dumbfounded and asked blankly, "If that bastard Satoru Gojo wins, won't you go bankrupt, Miss Mei?"
"It's fine."
"If I have to pay, I'll pay. I'll just take a few more missions every day."
Unconcerned, Mei Mei cheerfully counted stack after stack of bills, as though money alone could bring her joy and happiness.
Utahime Iori watched in bewilderment, countless questions rising in her mind. Everyone at Jujutsu High knew that Miss Mei loved saving money.
Yet here she was, making a losing deal that could bankrupt her. Was this really the Miss Mei she knew?
Could Miss Mei know how strong that quiet, elegant young man is? Is she refusing my bet because she's afraid I'll take half her money?
The whole thing was genuinely rather absurd.
Satoru Gojo had a foul mouth, but his strength couldn't be underestimated. She hadn't seen him fight, but could the Six Eyes, which appeared only once in a century, possibly be weak?
Maybe I should bet on Satoru Gojo and earn some spending money?
After mulling it over, Utahime Iori gave in to temptation and put her Japanese yen on Satoru Gojo. Spending the money she won off him on a good time would surely feel wonderful.
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