Only when the smell of scorched cotton filled the air did Megumi Fushiguro's pupils, slightly contracted from intense concentration, slowly return to normal.
He glanced at the wreckage strewn across the floor, then looked up at Masamichi Yaga, who stood frozen with an expression that could only be described as "questioning his entire life."
At that moment, Megumi Fushiguro's maturity, far beyond that of his peers, finally led him to a belated realization: Principal Yaga before him, or perhaps the test cursed corpse he had used as a benchmark for strength, was probably nowhere near as powerful and unfathomable as he had originally estimated.
One could even say that, after he had grown accustomed to your merciless, stormlike barrage of high-pressure combat training, that cursed corpse's lunging attack had looked riddled with openings to him.
Realizing this might have been a misunderstanding, Megumi Fushiguro immediately reined in his cursed energy.
The lightning beast, Qu Fusion, which had nearly burst through the training room's ceiling, let out a low pant. Then its enormous body instantly dissolved like melting ice and snow into a pool of pitch-black ink, silently retreating into the shadow beneath Megumi Fushiguro's feet. The unsettling, restless crackle of lightning in the air vanished along with it.
The boy straightened again, keeping his hands neatly at his sides, and offered Masamichi Yaga another explanation in a very earnest, slightly apologetic tone.
"Principal Yaga, I probably didn't explain myself clearly just now. Even if Tsumiki really does wake up one day, I won't give up being a jujutsu sorcerer. I'll keep using this power to help other people trapped by curses..."
At this point, Megumi Fushiguro instinctively turned his head, his gaze passing over the scattered debris toward you, who had stood silently in the shadows of the corner all