Bang!
Masamichi Yaga slammed his casserole-sized fist onto the desk.
In front of him, Satoru Gojo and Sherlock knelt at the very front, with all the first- and second-year students kneeling behind them, arranged by year.
Off to the side, Shoko, with a cigarette between her lips, and Kusakabe, with a lollipop in his mouth, watched the scene speechlessly.
"A semi-grade 2 cursed spirit! One tiny, semi-grade 2 cursed spirit! Satoru Gojo! You fucking tell me, you're the modern strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and you used Hollow Technique on something you could've pissed to death? Is that right? I'm asking you, is that right?!!!"
Holding up the damage report the assistant manager had handed him, Masamichi Yaga looked like a vengeful ghost that had crawled out of hell as he roared at Satoru Gojo, whose head sported a whole string of lumps.
Before Satoru Gojo could speak, Masamichi Yaga pointed like a madman at Sherlock, who also had a string of lumps on his head.
"And you! Sherlock! You're the great Modern Strongest King of Curses, a special grade sorcerer the Higher-Ups at Jujutsu Headquarters practically worship! You're telling me one tiny, semi-grade 2 cursed spirit scared you out of your wits? Huh? Is that right? Huh? Is that right?
"Did you need to be afraid of that thing? Huh? If Satoru Gojo couldn't piss that damned semi-grade 2 cursed spirit to death, couldn't the piss from your damned dick, practically marinated in the positive energy of Reverse Cursed Technique, kill it either?"
Having said all that, Masamichi Yaga apparently still hadn't had enough. He moved past the two at the front and pointed at the students behind them, each sporting a lump on their head, and kept roaring.
"And you lot! Every fucking one of you is either grade 2