The destruction of the underground fight club spread quickly.
First the Zenin clan.
Then Aoi Todo.
Then Choso.
Then Kinji Hakari.
All defeated.
All alive.
But broken.
Inside the strategy room at Tokyo Jujutsu High, silence filled the air.
At the center of the room stood—
Yuta Okkotsu.
He had read every report.
Analyzed every movement.
Toji didn't kill randomly.
He eliminated symbols of jujutsu authority.
He spared fighters with conviction.
That meant something.
And it made him more dangerous.
The Shift
Yuji stepped forward.
"He's getting stronger with every fight."
Yuta nodded slowly.
"Yes."
Not stronger in cursed energy.
Stronger in understanding.
"He's adapting to techniques after seeing them once."
Hakari's probability.
Choso's blood manipulation.
Todo's swap rhythm.
All countered.
All learned.
Yuta closed his eyes briefly.
"Then we don't fight him separately."
Everyone looked at him.
"We force him into a battle where adaptation isn't enough."
The Hunter Arrives
That night, the reinforced outer barrier trembled.
Not from cursed energy.
From impact.
The guards barely had time to react before the front wall split apart.
Walking through falling debris—
Toji Fushiguro.
He didn't sneak this time.
He walked straight in.
A direct challenge.
Yuta stepped outside immediately.
The air changed.
Heavy.
Rika's presence slowly formed behind him, towering and monstrous.
For the first time since returning—
Yuta's expression lost all softness.
No Words
They stood across from each other in the open courtyard.
Wind moved between them.
Toji observed carefully.
Yuta's cursed energy wasn't wild.
It was controlled.
Layered.
Deep.
"You're different," Toji said calmly.
Yuta didn't reply.
He raised his sword.
Rika fully manifested behind him, roaring with suppressed power.
The ground cracked under the pressure.
Serious Mode
Yuta moved first.
Not recklessly.
Precisely.
His blade aimed for lethal angles instantly.
Toji blocked—
But the impact forced him back several steps.
Rika's fist followed immediately.
Toji barely dodged, the shockwave shattering nearby buildings.
This wasn't like Hakari.
This wasn't timed immortality.
This was constant overwhelming pressure.
Yuta didn't shout.
Didn't taunt.
Didn't hesitate.
He attacked with full killing intent.
Adaptation Tested
Toji countered with a rapid strike—
Yuta copied the movement mid-fight and blocked.
Toji's eyes narrowed slightly.
Copy technique.
So that's his ability.