[After the commotion on the field died down, you called Itadori into your office alone so that he would not harbor any unnecessary resentment.]
[Sunlight spilled through the gaps in the blinds onto your desk. You lifted your freshly brewed tea and took a sip, looking at the pink-haired boy sitting on the sofa. Despite his best efforts to hide it, he still looked somewhat dejected. You spoke first, explaining the real reason you had not let him attend the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event.]
["Itadori, don't think you're being excluded just because you didn't get to attend the Goodwill Event. What you lack right now isn't something you can gain from a friendly competition that amounts to playing house."]
[You set down your teacup, your tone perfectly even.]
[As you understood it, to some extent, participating in the Goodwill Event primarily provided practice in fighting other jujutsu sorcerers and working as a team.]
[But reality was often cruel and tedious. Death matches between jujutsu sorcerers actually accounted for only a tiny fraction of a sorcerer's daily work.]
[Apart from a handful of particularly serious incidents caused by curse users, most of your work still involved handling various routine commissions and exorcising twisted cursed spirits in dark corners.]
[But at this, Itadori's brow furrowed deeply.]
[His straightforward combat instincts left him thoroughly puzzled. Leaning forward slightly, he asked you in confusion.]
["But, sir, even if I'm fighting cursed spirits, wouldn't fighting those upperclassmen from Kyoto Jujutsu High still improve my practical combat experience? Actual combat can't hurt, right?"]
[Looking into his clear, bright eyes, you sighed helplessly and said.]
["Honestly, Itadori, with your absurd physical abilities alone, you can already overpower more than ninety percent of the jujutsu sorcerers in this field, let alone those students from Kyoto Jujutsu High who