What kind of woman do you like?

Yuta Okkotsu stared at Kirara Hoshi's male face, which looked more feminine than a woman's, and instinctively took half a step back. At that moment, he felt as though his worldview was undergoing a magnitude-eight earthquake.

Panda and Toge Inumaki also froze in shock at Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi's brazenly intimate behavior. They looked at each other, their mouths forming O shapes.

Maki whipped her head around and clapped a hand over Akutagawa Shang's eyes as he continued staring blankly at Kirara Hoshi. Her voice was full of wariness. "Hey! What are you looking at? Don't tell me you like men too? I won't allow it!"

As she spoke, she also knocked him on the head.

"Hey, hey, hey! Maki, what are you doing?" Akutagawa Shang hurriedly grabbed her wrist, unsure whether to laugh or cry as he explained, "You know me! I definitely like women!"

"Then why are you still staring?"

"I'm just curious! Besides, what's wrong with taking a few more looks at such a cute boy?"

"You-" A vein throbbed at Maki's temple in anger, and she wanted nothing more than to punch him.

"All right, all right." Seeing that the time was about right, Utahime Iori finally couldn't stand watching anymore and spoke up to stop the farce from continuing. She clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention.

"Students, we..." Before Utahime Iori could finish, a whistling rush through the air interrupted her.

"Woohoo... Sorry I'm late! Did you kids miss me?" The white-haired, blindfolded man Utahime Iori hated most descended from the sky like a meteor, landing squarely in the center spot between the two schools' teams.

He hadn't forgotten to strike a superhero landing pose on one knee. Then he abruptly stood up and flashed two big peace signs in front of himself. "Your teacher Gojo makes his dazzling entrance! Ta-da!"

"..."

A deathly silence fell over the entire gathering.

Principal Gakuganji Ka's hand holding his cane jerked violently, and he nearly snapped it in half. He took a deep breath, the veins at his temples throbbing as though he had nearly collapsed on the spot from a sudden stroke and heart attack.

Principal Yaga's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he was already cracking his knuckles.

"Satoru-Gojo!!!" Utahime Iori let out a furious roar that pierced the clouds. Faced with Satoru Gojo, her normally gentle, dignified shrine maiden image shattered in an instant. She wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and deliver a thunderous mauling right there.

"Oh, come now~~ Utahime, don't be so cranky. Getting angry gives you wrinkles, you know~ After all, you're already an old lady pushing thirty. Heehee."

Hearing Utahime Iori's furious scolding, Satoru Gojo didn't rein himself in at all. Instead, he cheerfully sidled over to her and kept bobbing about in front of her like a cute white kitty.

With an air of mystery, he pulled one beautifully decorated, brightly colored gift box after another from his fourth-dimensional pocket, each topped with a pink ribbon bow.

Then, like a salesman, he shoved them into the Kyoto Jujutsu High students' hands one by one. Mai Zenin's hands were almost completely full, since she had already accepted an iced drink from Akutagawa Shang.

"Here, here, here, there's some for everyone! These are the 'Super Limited-Edition Macarons' I stood in line for three whole hours to buy in Tokyo Ginza. Come on, everyone, give them a try. They say eating them puts you in a good mood for the whole day."

Kasumi Miwa accepted the gift from Satoru Gojo, her eyes practically sparkling.

"And then-"

After handing out a round of gifts, Satoru Gojo finally walked up to Utahime Iori, spread his empty hands in an infuriating gesture, and blinked innocently. "Unfortunately, it looks like there aren't any for Utahime~~~"

"Who the fuck wants your shitty macarons!!! And Satoru Gojo, I'm your senior! Is that any way to speak to your senior?" Utahime Iori turned red with rage on the spot, even letting loose a rare burst of profanity. Her clenched fists creaked.

This was the first time the Kyoto Jujutsu High students had seen Utahime Iori lose her composure like this.

"Oh dear~ Why are you angry again, Utahime? Didn't I tell you middle-aged and elderly people should get angry less often? Oh (´-ωก`), isn't this Principal Gakuganji? I didn't expect you to still be around at your age. I thought you'd long since... Ow-"

Finally, when Satoru Gojo sidled up to Principal Gakuganji with that obnoxious air, Masamichi Yaga couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Satoru Gojo's arm and used his whole body to lock him firmly in place.

"Enough, Satoru."

"Ow-Principal Yaga, what are you doing? Has menopause set in since your divorce... Stop, stop, stop... Ow, ow, ow." Hearing Satoru Gojo continue being obnoxious, Masamichi Yaga decisively tightened his grip, making Satoru Gojo bare his teeth in pain.

Although he kept mouthing off, Satoru Gojo had sensibly deactivated Limitless when faced with Masamichi Yaga, letting him do as he pleased.

Masamichi Yaga was one of the few people Satoru Gojo could confide in. After all, Satoru Gojo had been getting disciplined by him for nearly ten years, ever since his days at Jujutsu High, and Yaga had been tormented by Satoru Gojo for almost ten years as well.

The Kyoto Jujutsu High students all stared dumbfounded. Clearly, this legendary strongest sorcerer of the modern age, whose very name terrified countless Curse Users, was vastly different from what they had imagined.

Only Aoi Todo nodded repeatedly.

So this was what powerful people were like? He was profoundly shocked.

Watching Satoru Gojo get disciplined, Utahime Iori was grinning so hard her face nearly twisted.

Meanwhile, everyone from Tokyo Jujutsu High held their heads and looked at Satoru Gojo in disgust, their expressions seeming to say, "We don't know this man."

Utahime clapped her hands and resumed the speech Satoru Gojo had interrupted.

"All right, all right, everyone, let's ignore this idiot for now. Today-well, I'm sure you all already know why we've gathered here today: the sister-school Goodwill Event between Tokyo Jujutsu High and Kyoto Jujutsu High."

"Before we begin, let's all get acquainted. I'll introduce Kyoto Jujutsu High's participants for this event."

Akutagawa Shang also looked toward the Kyoto team. Face-blind as he was, he was working hard to match each face to a name. The one with the narrowed eyes was Noritoshi Kamo, and the blue-haired one was Kasumi Miwa.

He was already very familiar with Mai's face. After all, he more or less saw it every day.

There was also the mature blonde beauty holding a broom, Momo Nishimiya. Whew, he felt as though he would get zapped if he looked at her too long.

His gaze lingered briefly when it passed over Mechamaru. He knew that what stood before him was merely a mechanical puppet.

Kokichi Muta's real body was still lying in a dark room a thousand miles away. He felt it was necessary to pay more attention to this future mole within Jujutsu High.

Still, judging by the timeline, Kenjaku probably hadn't approached him yet. There was still time.

Akutagawa Shang withdrew his gaze from Mechamaru, temporarily burying those heavy thoughts about the future deep in his heart.

"...And finally, this is Aoi Todo, a second-year at Kyoto Jujutsu High."

At Utahime Iori's introduction, everyone's eyes focused on the burly man with the chrysanthemum-shaped hairdo. Aoi Todo had his arms folded across his chest. Ignoring the gazes around him, he stepped straight out of Kyoto Jujutsu High's lineup.

His gaze swept over everyone from Tokyo Jujutsu High like a human radar.

Here it comes, here it comes! Akutagawa Shang thought to himself.

He locked his gaze onto Yuta Okkotsu and Akutagawa Shang, who stood at the very front.

"What are your names?"

"Yuta Okkotsu."

"Akutagawa Shang."

After hearing their answers, he first nodded in satisfaction, then shouted that famous line that had spread beyond its original circles, his gaze fervent.

"You two, tell me-what kind of woman do you like!!!"