Megumi Fushiguro stood at the edge of the field, his dark green eyes fixed on Yuji Itadori, who was completely surrounded by cursed corpses and subjected to a one-sided barrage.
As dull blows continued to echo across the empty field, Megumi's brows drew tighter and tighter. Deep inside, he even felt an irrepressible, indescribable twinge of guilt.
After all, by his reasoning, even setting aside Itadori's extremely dangerous identity as Sukuna's vessel-which alone was enough to put Principal Masamichi Yaga on full alert-a large part of the reason for this brutal scene, comparable to an execution, was undoubtedly his own entrance test. He had failed to hold back, displayed destructive power beyond expectations, and smashed the original testing grounds to pieces.
He naturally assumed that his earlier "excessive" performance had seriously skewed Masamichi Yaga's assessment of this year's incoming students, directly raising the test's difficulty to this outrageous level and leaving Itadori, who had no training whatsoever, to suffer this wholly undeserved calamity.
Yet as you stood beside him, silently watching the same scene, the thoughts circling in your head were completely different from those of the privately remorseful Megumi Fushiguro.
Having personally tested Itadori's limits, you understood far better than Megumi-or even Masamichi Yaga, who was controlling the cursed corpses-just what monstrous potential lay within that body.
Although Itadori certainly looked miserable, tossed around like a punching bag by several enormous cursed corpses as heavy fists rained onto his back, abdomen, and cheeks, your cool gaze precisely caught his muscles' reaction to every blow.
You knew perfectly well that these purely physical, blunt-force blows were not even worth comparing to the damage you and Satoru Gojo had inflicted while subduing him that night, with destructive cursed energy layered onto your attacks.
Such relentless attacks from every angle would long