As the purple meteor faded, a deathly silence fell over the entire arena.
The air reeked of burnt, highly concentrated cursed energy and was thick with dust from the vast amounts of earth that had been instantly vaporized.
Satoru Gojo's utterly unreasonable "speedrun" had instantly turned the painstakingly prepared sister-school Goodwill Event, with all its team coordination, tactical maneuvering, and individual showcases, into a meaningless farce.
At the edge of the arena, everyone from Kyoto Jujutsu High stood frozen as if petrified. They stared blankly at the enormous, seemingly bottomless meteor crater, its edges still trailing smoke, their brains unable even to process the utterly absurd reality before them.
How were they supposed to fight this? What the hell could they possibly fight it with?!
The thought of facing this unreasonable, natural-disaster-level beatdown at every annual Goodwill Event over the next four years of high school completely shattered their psychological defenses.
They had lost every last shred of anticipation for the traditional "Tokyo-Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event."
At that moment, everyone silently reached the same unspoken understanding: from now on, they might as well treat the Goodwill Event as a publicly funded trip to Tokyo, go through the motions, check in, then spend the rest of their time on a relaxing sightseeing trip to Harajuku or Shibuya. Some had even lowered their heads to check the afternoon Shinkansen schedules for direct services to Kyoto.
Not far away, Satoru Gojo, fresh from his "one-sided beatdown," was being manhandled like a chick and ground into the dirt by Masamichi Yaga, whose forehead bulged with veins.
"You bastard! I told you to hold back! Not shave the whole mountaintop flat!!" Masamichi Yaga's roar rang through the sky. After thoroughly beating Gojo to vent his anger, he had to frantically pull out his phone and