Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College.
"Senior Student Itadori! We want to learn your [Divergent Fist], too! Could you teach us?" The new students gazed wide-eyed and earnest at Yuji Itadori, one of the few veteran upperclassmen still at the school.
Faced with his juniors' hopeful looks, Yuji grinned, brushed a finger beneath his nose, and readily agreed to their request.
Of course he would teach them.
Whether they could actually learn it was another matter.
[Divergent Fist] was a punching technique born from the fact that cursed energy traveled through Itadori's body half a beat slower than it did through other jujutsu sorcerers. That delay produced a second impact of cursed energy shortly after his fist struck an opponent, catching them off guard.
Of course, after all his training, Itadori's cursed energy now flowed just as quickly as any ordinary jujutsu sorcerer's. But he could still use Divergent Fist by drawing on his feel for it, mixing one or two into his regular cursed-energy punches. With that fighting style, hardly any opponent could withstand him at close range.
"Senior Itadori! Hit me! Hit me!"
A student whose innate cursed technique was [Metalization] stepped out of the crowd, brimming with fighting spirit. He volunteered to be Yuji Itadori's punching bag for the Divergent Fist demonstration.
His gesture instantly won over a large number of the students around him. He was also confident that his technique's defensive properties would let him withstand a blow from Yuji Itadori. Besides, losing to a Senior Student was nothing to be ashamed of.
As the student activated his [Metalization] technique, a layer of cursed-energy metal coated both his arms. It was tough enough to stop some small-caliber shells, putting him among the best of the new students.
"I'm ready!"
The student focused on Yuji Itadori in