Morning sunlight slanted through the training hall's high windows, casting several bright shafts across the wooden floor.
Qingxiao stood still as his cursed energy slowly settled, finally withdrawing entirely into his body.
After two seconds of silence, a delighted laugh erupted in the training hall.
"This Daoist has done it!"
Before his laughter faded, someone kicked the hall doors open with a clang.
Satoru Gojo leaned against the doorframe with a strawberry lollipop in his mouth, his sunglasses slipping to the tip of his nose and a look of utter exasperation on his face:
"What are you howling about this early? I could hear you from the office building. Anyone who didn't know better would think a monkey had gotten into the training hall."
Qingxiao stopped laughing and grabbed a towel to wipe his sweat, lingering smugness still on his face. He raised his chin:
"Take another look. Can you still see my cursed energy clearly?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow and swept his gaze over him.
His Six Eyes were always active, but in everyday life, he automatically filtered out redundant information rather than scrutinizing everyone's cursed energy.
Only a careful examination revealed that Qingxiao's cursed energy had almost fused with his flesh, with very little leaking out.
An ordinary sorcerer would absolutely mistake Qingxiao for a random passerby, his cursed energy as faint as a roadside stone's.
"Not bad." He straightened, a hint of surprise entering his voice:
"Your cursed energy is actually fusing with your body. Does that mean you're guaranteed to land a Black Flash?"
"Ninety percent sure." Qingxiao flicked his wrists, his tone casual. "Don't envy me. You'll never understand my level."
Gojo tossed the lollipop stick into the trash and walked inside:
"Quit showing off. You don't have a monopoly on Black Flash.
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