"They... are they always like this?"
"You... you'll get used to it."
After entering the classroom, Nobara Kugisaki looked through the window at the Training Ground, which looked as though it had been through an artillery barrage. As a Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer, she couldn't help staring in disbelief.
She wanted to turn to Megumi Fushiguro and ask whether all the jujutsu sorcerers in the city were this strong. She was a Grade 3 Jujutsu Sorcerer who beat up cursed spirits with nails and a hammer, so why were these fellow Jujutsu High students firing cannons?
Megumi merely wore the same dead-eyed expression as always. He had already had his turn being shocked by the older students' terrifying strength.
If reaching Grade 1 was enough to graduate from Jujutsu High, there really wouldn't be many people left at the school to keep them company.
After all, following the earlier Nationwide Chaos, every student Jujutsu High had deployed had grown through the dangers they faced. Even if they weren't officially Grade 1 yet, their actual strength was already on par.
"Sit down. The teacher should be here soon."
Seated at his desk, Megumi spoke with his chin propped on one hand. Seeing all the available seats, Nobara chose one by the window and continued leisurely watching the scene on the Training Ground outside.
Yuta Okkotsu's cursed energy cannon struck its target with perfect accuracy. An ordinary person's soul would probably have departed for heaven by now, but his opponent was their seasoned athlete. It hurt a little, sure, but it was nothing serious.
Yuji Itadori emerged once more from the billowing smoke, looking rather worse for wear. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. Compared with the sturdy shorts on his lower half, his shirt seemed like