Satoru Gojo had requested leave to push past the limits of his jujutsu. Naturally, Chinatsu was not taking time off just to laze around either. Still, approving her request was one thing; poking fun at her stated reason was another.
As for what Chinatsu actually planned to do on her leave, she was naturally going to visit an "old friend" she had not seen in quite some time.
At a certain junior high school.
A fourteen-year-old third-year student with spiky hair had conquered not only his school, but also every delinquent within several kilometers. He had relied on no one but himself-and his two iron fists.
"Boss Fushiguro, thanks for your hard work today!!!"
After school, a boy named Megumi Fushiguro walked out with both hands in his pockets. Students who were unmistakably delinquents lined either side of him, nodding and bowing until he had left the school grounds behind.
Of course, anyone who thought that was the end of it would have been sorely mistaken. Megumi had barely left the school area when he ran into a group of street thugs.
They leaned against a wall along the dim street, cigarettes dangling from their mouths as they puffed clouds of smoke into the air.
Passing pedestrians coughed repeatedly as the smoke choked them. They wanted to complain, but a glare from the thugs forced them to swallow the words lodged in their throats.
Seeing this, Megumi frowned slightly and approached the thugs, his hands still in his pockets.
The thugs had just lifted their heads, ready to mouth off, when Megumi hit them with an even fiercer glare that made their knees buckle.
"B-Boss Fushiguro!"
"I told you not to call me that. And stop doing this pointless crap. If I catch you again, I'll-"
"Understood!!!"
Before Megumi could