[Your calm, low voice now made Naoya Zenin's scalp crawl, an uncontrollable shudder rising from the depths of his soul.]
[Accompanied by soft yet rhythmic footsteps, your tall, straight figure emerged unhurriedly from the shadows, treading over fallen leaves and entering the training ground fractured by moonlight.]
[You wore that signature black Jujutsu High uniform, with a clean slash faintly visible at the collar-the only trace left by your clash with Ogi Zenin in the front courtyard.]
[Aside from that, there was not a speck of dust on you. You looked so clean that you might have just left a dinner party rather than forced your way through the notoriously perilous Zenin Clan.]
[You assumed no fighting stance. Your hands simply hung naturally at your sides; you could even have been called completely unguarded.]
[But you were silently running Cursed Technique Reversal: Nagi Daytime Prohibition. Like an absolutely motionless dead sea, it effortlessly swallowed and erased the Projection Sorcery Naoya took such pride in, forcibly pinning that arrogant genius in place.]
["Shunchen..."]
[Megumi Fushiguro, whose nerves had remained taut like a little hedgehog with all its spines raised, finally showed a barely perceptible glimmer in his lifeless, despair-filled eyes the instant he saw you appear.]
[His back, previously held ramrod straight in preparation for the agony of having his legs broken, relaxed slightly.]
[Although he fought to keep from showing a child's weakness or tears, that faintly nasal, almost inaudible call had already exposed his dependence on you, like a drowning person clutching the last piece of driftwood.]
[You did not look at Naoya, who still held his comical one-legged pose, his eyes filled with uncertainty and disbelief. Instead, you walked straight past him as though passing through empty air and went to Megumi's side.]
["Whew..."]
[You crouched and reached